Chapter 811 Helpless International Expert Group

On the Moon Palace.

In the experimental cabin.

Sitting on the chair next to the porthole, looking at the silver-white planet outside the window, Ian Crawford, a professor of astrobiology and planetary science from Birkbeck College, University of London, suddenly smiled and said.

"About six years ago, I wrote an assessment report detailing the economic viability of lunar mining."

Sitting opposite him, Stephen Palubi, who had a beard from his chin to his temples, snorted.

"and after?"

"I later published that paper in Physical Geography Progress and sent a copy to UKSA," Ian Crawford continued, shrugging, "although the UKSA bureaucrats probably Treat it like trash."

Professor Stephen: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not," Professor Ian smiled and lifted his chin towards the porthole, "Aren't the Chinese people now making it a reality?"

"Then sooner or later they will find that instead of sending the production line and workers to the moon, it is better to build it on the earth and send it to space," Professor Stephen muttered. s plan,"

Although his Stanford University is not a xenophobic university, as an American, he doesn't like to hear any favorable news about China's participation in the space race, especially in the Ares program. The present has turned into a mess.

He was in a bad mood, and he subconsciously stretched out his hands to his chest. Only then did he realize that he was wearing an in-vehicle spacesuit, not the jacket that always had cigarettes in its inner pocket.

"Damn, isn't there a place to smoke here?"

He retracted his hand cursingly, and just as Professor Stephen was about to stand up from the chair, a voice came from the side.

"Smoking on the space station will add at least 2 million smoke particle recovery and processing budgets to the ventilation system of each space cabin. You'd better hold it on the ground before smoking."

Floating in from the direction of the cabin door, Professor Zhao Shuxuan grabbed the handrail of the bulkhead with one hand, and held the latest laboratory report in the other arm, and continued to say, "Okay, everyone. Let's stop here for the rest time. Time is running out, and three more unfortunate colonists of the Ares Project are waiting to be rescued."

When the Chinese researcher put the word "misfortune" together with the Ares Project, Professor Stephen's eyes flashed with displeasure, but he didn't say much.

The Ares project is indeed ill-fated. From the beginning of the sandstorm to the present, every day seems to be full of misfortune. Now top experts in astrobiology, microbiology, and clinical biology from 7 countries are sitting here, no To do something else, just to clean up the mess for Ares Project.

While distributing the printouts of the test results in his hand, Zhao Shuxuan briefly explained the situation to the other researchers in the experimental cabin.

"The latest test results have come out. Except for colonists No. 3, the levels of antibodies and hypnotic pheromones in colonists No. 1 and No. 2 have decreased. Judging from the heart rate, metabolism is gradually returning to normal levels. It should not be used. How long will it take to wake up... Do you need me to give you some time to go through the test results?"

"No need, I've already read it," Professor Stephen put aside the test results in his hand, pushed down his glasses, and continued, "The key to the problem now is not the antibody or the X-0172 bacteria at all."

Professor Ian: "Spores."

"That's right, spores," Professor Stephen nodded, and looked around at the other scholars in the experimental cabin, "Only by getting rid of the spores can we really solve those troubles."

Professor Leslie asked, "Then do you have any good ideas?"

"We now have two options."

"The first plan is to find a way to prevent the X-0172 bacteria from forming spores. The second plan is to find a way to kill the spores directly and remove them without leaving any traces."

After thinking for a moment, Professor Leslie said softly, "The second method is difficult."

"Yes, so at present, it is highly probable that Option 1 is feasible," Professor Stephen continued, looking at the environment in the experimental cabin, "With all due respect, the research conditions here are too crude. I don't know physics Would it be more convenient to experiment in a gravity-free environment, but if we intend to find a way to prevent the X-0172 bacteria from forming spores as soon as possible, it is best to send samples to the earth and use the experimental facilities on the ground for research.”

When he said this, Professor Stephen's eyes fell on Professor Zhao Shuxuan.

As the representative of Chinese researchers and the person in charge of the entire X-0172 bacteria project, only he has the right to apply to the Moon Palace to send inactivated samples to the earth.

Of course, Stephen hopes not only to inactivate the sample, but also hopes that he can find a way to persuade the Lunar Orbit Construction Committee to send the intact X-0172 bacterial spores to his laboratory at Stanford University.

Only there would he have greater certainty that he would be able to find a way to eradicate this bacterium once and for all.

However, the researcher from Huaguo did not make his wish.

Shaking his head, Zhao Shuxuan rejected his proposal very simply.

"It's too risky, and even a completely inactivated sample cannot guarantee safety."

"There is no theory that is 100% safe, but we can be infallible in fact," Professor Stephen tried to persuade, "Even if it is the terrible smallpox virus, don't we still have samples?"

Zhao Shuxuan hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head.

"This matter still needs careful consideration."

Professor Stephen sighed heavily.

"We've thought about it long enough."

...

The academic discussion ended without any constructive results.

Seeing that it was getting late, experts from various countries returned to the living cabin one after another after finishing their dinner briefly, and got into the living space shaped like a tree hole.

Lying vertically on the bed, Professor Stephen connected the laptop to the data interface on the bulkhead, and used the communication channel provided by the Moon Palace to connect to the Earth's network.

Although there are various problems such as slow speed and high delay, it is enough to use this small water pipe to deal with some work matters and exchange opinions with researchers in the country.

After logging into the instant messaging software, Professor Stephen was about to contact his assistant, and his assistant sent a voice call request to get in touch with him.

"Sorry to bother you in your busy schedule, Professor, but I have to report something to you."

Stephen froze for a moment, then frowned and asked.

"whats the matter?"

"According to your request, we searched the database for research on spores and anaerobic bacteria, and as a result, we found such a paper on Arxiv."

After a pause, his assistant continued.

"The author of the paper claims that ... he has found a way to inhibit the formation of spores by X-0172 bacteria."

"It's impossible, or there are only 7 people in the world who are likely to write this paper, including me." Professor Stephen shook his head with a smile and said, "Send me an email."

His assistant nodded.

"Good professor."

For the paper on Arxiv, Stephen actually didn't have any hope at all.

The first-hand information on the X-0172 bacteria is basically on the Moon Palace. Other scholars who want to do research in this area must first find a way to obtain specimens.

However, there are currently less than a dozen inactivated specimens sent to the earth, and only some large research institutions may have them, and the people who can access these specimens cannot be the kind of scholars who are only satisfied with Arxiv.

Of course, although he knew that the probability of finding valuable papers from Arxiv was almost zero, this did not prevent him from seeing what the authors of the papers had written.

After all, even if the right is to develop research ideas, it is quite good.

After opening the thesis, Professor Stephen's gaze casually swept across the screen, but when he saw the third page at a glance, he suddenly let out a small sigh.

The brows gradually became serious, and he turned the thesis back to the introduction, and read it seriously again.

"What kind of stuff is written here...how did you write it?"

He muttered a sentence in his mouth, the more he looked down, the more surprised he became.

Doubt, surprise, sneer, disbelief are constantly changing in the eyes, and in the end all thoughts turned into deep shock.

Suddenly turning the paper to the beginning again, Professor Stephen only wants to know one thing, that is who wrote this paper!

However, the moment he saw the author's name, he was suddenly stunned.

"Z……?"

What the hell?