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Chapter 148: Tao Zhexuan wakes up

Time flies and the stars move.

Fifty thousand years passed in a flash.

Fifty thousand years is an extremely long time for anyone.

In order to avoid driving himself crazy, Terence Tao is busy every day, keeping himself busy and distracted.

He constantly pushes his own limits and blazes new trails in one field after another.

Later on, he got really bored, so Terence Tao invented a steam engine by himself.

He mixed stones containing iron ore with charcoal and heated them, which reacted to reduce them to metallic iron.

Use iron to make parts for steam engines.

High-temperature steam is generated by heating water, and then the steam is introduced into the piston or impeller in the machine, using the steam to drive the movement of these parts.

Through the connecting rod and crankshaft, linear motion is converted into rotational motion, and then this power is output to external equipment.

Soon after, he invented the internal combustion engine and generator on his own.

Mechanics, thermodynamics, and electricity are not Tao's strong points, but he knows a thing or two about them.

Even later on, he wanted to invent a computer.

However, he only knew the general direction and not the specific details.

Every electronic component, every chip, every circuit board.

These are all unfamiliar areas to him.

No one taught him how to go on this road, he could only grope his way forward in the darkness.

Constant trial and error, constant stuck.

Sometimes a problem in an unknown field would bother him for a long time.

In such a context, time flies by like a white horse!
For 50,000 years, Terence Tao did not collapse.

Because Terence Tao firmly believes in a logic.

There is no real eternal life in this world.

Everything in the world is in a process of increasing entropy, and the end point of entropy increase is death.

In reality, sleeping people are the carriers of dreams. In reality, people have a lifespan and a time scale.

It is impossible for a finite thing to give birth to an infinite thing.

and so.

In a dream, there is always a moment when you wake up.

One day fifty thousand years from now.

Terence Tao stood by the stream, staring at the water and feeling the cold wind blowing on his face.

Without any warning, time seemed to suddenly freeze.

The water stopped rushing, the grass and trees were still, and even the wind stopped.

At this moment, Terence Tao knew.

Dream, it’s time to wake up.

The dream ends.

……

real world.

September 1, seven o'clock in the morning.

When Terence Tao opened his eyes, he found himself in his bedroom at the Academy of Sciences.

There was a long-lost tranquility in the air.

However, after waking up, he did not cheer or feel ecstatic.

Fifty thousand years had already made his state of mind as stable as an ancient mountain that had experienced a thousand years of wind and rain.

He sat up silently, his eyes calm, and washed and dressed as usual.

When he walked out of the room, the corridor of the Academy of Sciences was silent, so silent that it was terrifying and made him feel vaguely uneasy.

Tao quickened his pace and began to patrol the science institute, opening the doors of each room one by one.

Door after door, the result is the same.

All the scientists who stayed at the Academy of Sciences last night fell into a deep sleep without exception.

Tao tried calling them and tried everything to wake them up, but no one responded.

Breathing stopped and there were no signs of life.

Even the security guards who were not scientists died.

Looking at those lifeless pale faces, Tao Zhexuan finally understood one thing.

He whispered to himself, "So, if you die in a dream, you will really die? Will your brain subconsciously execute the command to shut down your body functions?"

There was a hint of chill in his words.

In the past fifty thousand years, he has long been accustomed to loneliness and indifference.

But after witnessing the death of more than 400 people, he felt very complicated.

Fortunately, there were only 400 scientists staying at the Academy of Sciences last night.

Terence Tao stood in the corridor of the Academy of Sciences and stared at the corpses for a long time.

Poker face.

The news of the sudden death of more than 400 scientists from the Academy of Sciences shocked the entire United States.

Trump and a group of senior officials came to the Academy of Sciences in person to express their condolences to the only survivor, Terence Tao.

At the same time, they also want to know what exactly happened.

In the conference room, King Trump and other senior officials were waiting for the solution to this mystery.

Everyone's eyes were burning.

The King of Understanding spoke first, his words were concise:
"Tao, what happened?"

Terence Tao had a stern expression, without a trace of emotion on his face.

He opened his mouth slowly and told everyone present about his dream experience.

Fifty thousand years of long solitude, every day is endless loneliness.

In order to prevent himself from going crazy, he devoted his energy to learning painting, music, and Go, and became an all-round master.

His words were low and calm, as if he was not talking about himself, but about someone else.

But everyone present felt a chill in their bones and a tingling sensation in their hearts.

It’s hard to imagine what kind of torture Terence Tao is enduring?
Intelligence Director Burns exclaimed:
"Dr. Tao, you are amazing. I am amazed by your perseverance."

There was no fluctuation in Tao's eyes, his gaze was calm.

“No one understands Tao’s power better than me.”

The King adjusted his posture, pondered for a moment and asked:

"So, these dead scientists committed suicide in their dreams and died in reality?"

Tao nodded and replied:

"I guess so. Killing in a dream."

Everyone fell silent and felt a chill.

This kind of power is beyond their understanding of the world!

Killing in a dream?
How can this be prevented?
You can't not sleep, right?
As long as you sleep, you may die!

There was silence in the conference room, and almost everyone held their breath.

At this moment, Terence Tao suddenly raised an unpopular question:

"How long can a person go without sleep?"

This question made everyone present look at each other in confusion.

Apparently no one knows the answer to this question.

The King of Understanding frowned slightly and looked at Burns, the director of the Intelligence Bureau.

Burns understood what he meant and immediately took out his phone to verify with the relevant agencies.

A few minutes later, there was a reply:

"The world record for the longest time without sleep is 11 days, or 264 hours."

Hearing this answer, Terence Tao narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

It is obviously difficult for ordinary people to break the world record, so he set a simpler goal.

Go seven consecutive days without sleep.

He wanted to record the academic achievements in his dream.

He has mathematical knowledge that is decades ahead of the world, as well as a mess of academic knowledge in other fields.

If these results are released, they will shock the whole world.

Change the existing world order!

Although the United States lost more than 400 scientists, his academic achievements alone can make up for it.

Killing in a dream?
If I don't sleep, I won't put myself in danger?
Terence Tao has made a decision.

As for seven days later, he had already recorded all his academic achievements and could go to sleep. Let him die.

(End of this chapter)