"Wake up, little master, the localized cosmic explosion will begin in four hours! Including our place!" It was my electronic peace dove calling me. "Ah!" I looked a little alarmed. Because even if I take the closest route, flying in my FTL saucer will only get me out of this area in four and a half hours. Even if I hurry to prepare now, it's too late!
The Big Bang had begun. Our planet was on the border of the area, so I was thrown out of the area and landed on an aqua-blue planet called "Kid's Planet".
I stayed in the home of a kind man. As time went on, I realized that all the inhabitants of this planet were children, and that they would never grow up. These children come from all planets. Although they are children, they are no worse than adults. They use their own wisdom and sweat, the "children's planet" construction everywhere to reach the level of modernization.
The industry of the "Children's Planet" is very developed. There are hundreds of factories on the planet, including those in the textile system and those in the food industry.
The factories are all automated, controlled by a few computers and a few intelligent robots. For example, the "Planet Kids Textile Factory", where the textile workers no longer have to go back and forth between several machines as in the past to check, instead of them is a smart robot. Once there is a fault, the robot will be simple and quickly dealt with, if the fault is too large, intelligent robots can not deal with it, it will issue a "beep beep beep" urgent scream, to remind the small workers to deal with immediately.
The Kids' Planet School program is a lot of fun. The children in the school learn a lot without realizing it. For example, in the language reading class at Planet Kids School, a class reads an article at the same time and then creates an animation based on the content of the article. Each student reads the article again, records it, and inserts it into the animation according to the meaning of the article. Adjust the speed of speech to the appropriate level. When the students have finished their animations, the robot teacher takes turns showing each student's animation. While the students were watching the finished animations, many of them were already able to recite the text backwards. All the students here love to learn and get good grades. The students who come out from here are all highly talented and are highly sought after.
The vegetables and crops on Planet of the Children grow surprisingly well. Into the farmland, look around, only to see a piece of vegetables and crops "forest" in front of you. Sunflower as high as a small tree, sunflower disk as large as an umbrella. The grain of wheat is as big as a red date, and the persimmon is as big as a pumpkin. If you hang a persimmon in front of a store, some people might mistake it for a lantern. Seasonal vegetables are available here. Why are the fruits in the farmland here so big? It turns out that it is grown using weightless conditions, plus there are no violent storms, plenty of sunlight, and the right amount of nutrients for the plants to grow fully, which is why the fruits are so big.
While there are no adults on Planet of the Children, the children are still building the planet into a rich, developed place. Of course, I hope that everyone will come to visit the Planet of the Children to see what it is like to be a child.
Science Fiction Story:The Damned Composition Machine
DouDou's greatest fear was composition class. Tomorrow afternoon, there were two more composition classes, and Doudou was scratching his head with worry. "Ugh! If only there was a 'composition machine' how good it would be, I tell it the topic and it can write the composition for me ...... "As Doudou was thinking, he suddenly heard a voice on the radio;" ...... The newest product of this miracle creation company, essay writing machine, essay writing machine! Help you write essays, help you solve problems! ......" Is it really that good? Doudou rushed out of the house in two or three scurries and went straight to the Miracle Creation company that sells essay writing machines. The company's website is a great place to find out more about the company's products and services, and it's a great place to learn more about the company's products and services, and it's a great place to learn more about the company's products and services.
Returning home, Doudou hurriedly opened the manual.
When you write an essay, press the black button, tell me the topic, and answer my questions. I will help you to write a good article ......"
DouDou was simply happy, in order to verify that this essay writing machine works or not, he decided to try it out on his own first question.
Doudou carefully pressed the black button, the essay machine immediately came out a voice: "Please tell me the title," Doudou said to the essay machine, "essay title is 'my father' ". The green light came on and the machine buzzed inside. Doudou thought, "Well, this must be the machine writing my essay. Suddenly, another voice came out of the composition machine, "Now please tell me, how tall is your dad in centimeters? How many kilograms does he weigh? How many inches are the eyes? What shape are the eyebrows? How high is the bridge of the nose? How far apart are the two nostrils? How big are the two ears? Color of hair? Quantity? What color is the skin? How many whiskers? ......"
DouDou bellowed; "Are you done? I'm sick of it! Why are you asking so many weird questions, are you helping me write my essay, or are you here specifically to get me in trouble?"
The voice in the writing machine was very kind, and explained to Doudou:
"I'm sorry, my master, but to write about this topic, you have to answer a few questions about your father, so that I can help you write a beautiful essay. Now, I've only asked one question, and you're getting impatient ......"
God, such a troublesome bullshit essay machine! Doudou bellowed, "You bad essay machine, I really don't want you anymore, you must change this bad habit of asking questions!"
"Yes, you can, little master, I have many more ready-made, already-written compositions that I can offer you if you wish." The essay machine said slyly and smugly.
DouDou was overjoyed to hear that there were ready-made compositions, and said:
"That's more like it, write me the current 'My Dad'."
Dou rearranged the machine, pressed the black button and told the topic. And said, "Make it present." A moment later, from the opening beside the composition machine, pages of fully-written composition paper slid out in a ruddy slip. Bean picked them up and read, My Dad.
My dad is a people's teacher, he's tall, with big eyes, and always has a smile on his face no matter who he sees ......
Ah! Awesome! Even though Doudou's dad was a doctor and short and had small eyes. But, what the heck, as long as it was a dad, it was nice to be able to cope with this essay. The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see that he had a good time, and I was so happy to see him.
The next day in composition class, Doudou secretly put his writing machine in a drawer and looked around, but his classmates didn't notice, so he was relieved. The teacher wrote the title on the blackboard: "My XXX." The teacher also told the students that the three "X "s at the end of the text should be decided by the students themselves, and that they could write about anyone, or anything, as long as they thought it was the most impressive and unforgettable. The first is the "X", the "X", the "X", the "X".
DouDou hurriedly drew the drawer open a crack, reached into his arm and pressed the black button, and quietly said to the composing machine, "The title: 'My XXX', to be ready-made! Write quickly." With that, he closed the drawer.
The second composition class was about to end, and one after another the students turned in their compositions, Doudou opened the drawer, reached in and touched it: hey! The first time I saw this, I was able to see that the whole thing was in the same place. Doudou took them out and looked at them, hey, dense, written all over! Doudou took them out and looked at them! The teacher said, "I don't know what to do, but I'm not sure if I can do it," he said.
But two days later, the teacher called Doudou to the office. The first time I saw this, I was able to see that the whole thing was a bit of a joke, and I was able to see that it was a joke. Look at what you've written!"
Doudou picked up a few sheets of paper that the teacher had dumped on the desk and read, "My Confession, I'm a murderer, I'm going to be shot soon, I'm really guilty, dammit, dammit ......"
Ah! OMG! DouDou scared head cold sweat, this damn essay machine, how so tricky ah!
After that, Doudou no longer rely on the essay writing machine, essay writing better and better, but also won the award!
Science fiction story essay: Coral Island dead light
You have not forgotten the twin-engine airplane "Morning Star", not long ago in the Pacific Ocean over the mysterious crash, right? The plane, which was in perfect working order and had been in radio contact with the H-port, exploded at an altitude of OO meters and crashed into the Pacific Ocean.
I am the Chen Tianhong who drove the airplane "unaccounted for". Here, I would like to introduce to you the reason and the process of this crash, as well as after the crash I was on a small island in an extraordinary experience ......
I, the son of a poor overseas Chinese, the globally renowned nuclear physicist Prof. Zhao Qian's students, longing for the future, longing for the motherland. When my parents passed away one after another, I felt that the time had come to return to my home country, so I offered my resignation to Prof. Zhao, explaining my intentions. After he quietly listened to my words, his wrinkled face was infinitely sad, revealing the heartbeat of ****. Prof. Zhao regretted that he was already old. Unable to return to China to serve; retained me to wait a few more months, when he completed the assembly of high-efficiency atomic batteries, brought back to China, as a final gift, dedicated to the dear motherland.
Who knows, just as I was on the eve of my departure, Prof. Zhao was suddenly assassinated by bandits. He was lying in a pool of blood, and the door of the safe was open, emitting a burning odor. It turned out that this was the work of the secret agents of a major country. When their attempt to buy the patent of this invention was rejected, they came up with this poisonous plan, intending to rob the research materials by force. Prof. Zhao resolutely burned the data and was killed. In order to save this invention and avoid the enemy's pursuit, I decided to bring the high-efficiency atomic battery back to China immediately.
Another unexpected thing happened. My airplane suddenly met a strange lightning on the way, and was shot down at once, I only had time to parachute out of the cabin holding the high-efficiency atomic battery. When I fell into the sea, I looked up and saw two helicopters, put down the frogmen to search the place where the airplane fell into the sea, I realized that it was the claws of that big country that reached me again, and they would never rest until they got the high-efficiency atomic batteries in their hands. But what means they used to bring down my plane is not understood.
I drifted on the sea for three days and saw the shadow of an island. The hope of life encouraged me to swim towards the shore. I was met by a shark. I was in despair and felt that death had come. At that moment, a miracle occurred, the shark suddenly emitted dazzling sparks, and the surrounding sea water rapidly vaporized, making a splitting and cracking sound. The shark died, and I was scalded by the searing hot water. I struggled to swim to the shore, and then the sky swirled and I lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I was in a beautifully decorated bedroom, and it turned out that an old Chinese scientist had saved me. He called himself Dr. Matthew, and was accompanied only by a mute servant named Ah Mang, who lived on this isolated desert island and devoted himself to his favorite scientific research.
From the conversation, I realized that he was the Chinese engineer, Hu Mingli, who had strangely disappeared ten years ago. At that time, he developed a new type of laser rangefinder in country A. The government of country A was ready to give him a public commendation, and it was only at this time that his superior showed him a few copies of a memorandum from the Ministry of Defense. He was shocked to realize that all of his inventions were being used in a war machine. He, a peace-loving scientist, had been fooled by others and had been in the service of war!
He was angry, he protested, he felt frightened and miserable, he did not want to live in this ugly society, and he fantasized about finding a paradise far away from the world. At this time, an old classmate of his named Brian came all the way from Europe to console him. Bryce denounced the A society, said he was also a pacifist, invited him to join the work of the Lovell Company and dedicate himself to the noble cause it carries out to save mankind.
"Respecting the feelings of others and protecting their ideals is exactly what the Lovell Corporation is all about." Brian said, "We can choose a place far away from the human world and build a laboratory for you. Let you concentrate on dedicating yourself to the sacred sciences without further worldly distractions." He accepted the offer and mysteriously disappeared from A society all at once, coming under the pseudonym Matthew to this nameless coral island in the Pacific. The Lovell Company did not go back on its word, and indeed built him a modern laboratory, and furnished him with a young assistant named Loyosse and Armand. The company did its best to meet all his needs. It was a real paradise, and he was content to carry on his research here in peace.
I reminded him, "Do you understand the political background of Lovell? How can you be sure that your inventions, resold through the company, will not directly or indirectly serve the war effort?"
All of this he didn't want to hear more than once. When I asked again, "Pardon my bluntness, but was the weapon you used to kill the shark the other day a new type of laser?" The words seemed to sting him, and he loudly demurred, "No, there is no such thing as a weapon on my island." His attitude was so impassioned that I had to stop pursuing the question.
A few days later, it was he who was surprised. When he noticed that the indoor radioactive element dosimeter was behaving abnormally and wondered if I was carrying anything radioactive, I took out the high-efficiency atomic battery under the bed and showed it to him. He was very excited and said, "Ah, if this battery is connected to my laser tunneling machine, it will immediately bring the world's mining, tunneling, and underground engineering construction to a whole new stage, and what a great benefit it will be for mankind!" It was only at this point that he admitted that he had saved my life that day by killing the shark with a laser. I seized the opportunity to ask him: "Is it not considered a weapon?" But he replied in disbelief, "People are not sharks. I could kill a shark and never kill a man."
He then went on to talk about an invention of his that produces an extremely narrow beam of radio waves that causes an electric spark on a target at a distance.
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed out of breath, "My Morning Star happened to be brought down by lightning." I told him that only the fleet of a major power was active in the nearby sea at the time. After the plane crash, they had sent helicopters to search for me. Considering the outside rumor that the Lovell Corporation had a special relationship with this country, there must be something to it.
"No, that's impossible!" Matthew staggered a few steps, crumpled into a chair, and painfully put a hand to his chest as he suffered a sudden heart attack. Armand and I scrambled to inject him with first aid, and I suddenly remembered something very important and asked him, "Do Brian and Joseph Lo know that the laser digger has been caused? Is it possible to keep them from seeing the machine?" Matthew thought for a moment and nodded yes, deciding to enlist the help of Armand and me to move the machine into the bedroom, out of sight of Brian and Loyosse, who were about to come to the island.
They finally arrived, on a warship, bringing a naval officer and a few sailors to Dr. Matthew's coral island. Matthew was a little skeptical as to why they had come in a warship with some military men, but Brian came striding over and introduced him to Colonel Shabunov. He explained that he had come on the warship because it was equipped with an instrument produced by the Lovell Corporation and he had been invited to check it out.
"An instrument? Is it a space discharge instrument? Is it the same one that shot down the Morning Star?" Dr. Matthew questioned Brian warily, and it was only then that Shaburov told the truth, admitting that there was a contract with the Lovell Corporation, and that some of the products were Matthew's inventions. He explained that the Morning Star had been hijacked by a drug trafficker, and that he had been ordered to shoot it down with a space-discharger-modified Reaper's Flame. He praised Matthew and offered to build him a more complete laboratory in the mountains somewhere in Europe ......
Matthew, unwilling to hear any more, angrily rebuked the bandits. Brian, however, sweetly persuaded him, "Come on, world opinion has been against us since the Morning Star incident, and it was decided to blow up the island today, so come with us!"
Matthew understood everything, he had another heart attack and collapsed heavily. Aman rushed in to protect his master, but was caught by the sailors and dragged out to be shot. Shaburov commanded Brian to hurry up and find the plans for the laser digger to blow up the coral island. "It's a shame we didn't get the efficient atomic batteries." He said to Brian, "Otherwise, Matthew's laser digger could have been turned into a portable laser cannon right away!"
I hid next door and listened plainly. Zhao Qian, Matthew, high-efficiency atomic battery, laser digger, laser cannon, I understood everything. When they left in a hurry with the designs and installed the explosives on the island. I rushed to rescue Dr. Matthew. He was dying, and on his deathbed, he commanded me to use the phaser and send a powerful laser to smash the distant warship to pieces.
"I was wrong!" He said, his breath weak and slow, "There can be no justice, no peace in the world without destroying this pack of sharks ......"
He was about to say more, and death had come. With tears in my eyes, I laid him flat on the bed, picked up the efficient atomic batteries, and used the last ten minutes or so to escape from the coral island in a motorboat.
Behind me, a heavenly explosion rang out, and Dr. Matthew's Coral Island disappeared in a dazzling shower of sparks and waves ......