It's reasonable for me to have a two-way foil for a second-level civilization, right?

He stretched his hand across the air again, zooming in on the upper right corner of the translation.

"Did you see it?" Lu Yongchang pointed to the holographic image, "This is the answer."

[The project was established, and it is expected to start researching this project in 50 years]

Fang Xu: "..."

"Fuck... this Proxima civilization, such an important research can be delayed for so long?!"

Lu Yongchang shrugged: "It seems that Atoka was right. This civilization has been rotten to the bone."

As he spoke, there was a look of joy on his face.

"Fortunately, it's rotten to the bone."

"Otherwise, what we are facing should be a real second-level civilization."

Hearing this, everyone in the room showed joy on their faces.

"Professor, another team of robots has successfully entered the second dungeon."

In order to facilitate the distinction, Lu Yongchang divided the two dungeons into No. [-] and No. [-].

Zero's voice remained calm.

Lu Yongchang immediately sat up straight: "What did you find?"

The projection screen changes instantly.

The same mess everywhere.

However, there are obvious differences between the two dungeons.

"This dungeon... seems to be low-end?"

Fang Xu expressed Lu Yongchang's thoughts.

Not bad.

Compared to Dungeon [-], Dungeon [-] is like a...

"Slums." Lu Yongchang squeezed out a few words.

"It seems that this is the situation of class distinction that Atoka said."

"I didn't expect to get to this point. These Proxima Centauri people are going to engage in this kind of thing..."

As he spoke, he shook his head helplessly.

The camera direction changes slowly.

Lu Yongchang's eyes moved suddenly when he saw the corpse on the ground.

"stop!"

He looked a little serious: "Zero, turn the camera back."

Zero quickly carried out the order.

"Let the robot get closer." Lu Yongchang said again.

The picture gradually zoomed in, and the slightly decomposed corpse appeared very clearly.

"What's so interesting about this... Isn't it just some Proxima Centauri people who are still in their infancy?"

Fang Xu looked at the body that had obviously shrunk several times in the picture, and said angrily: "Could it be that you still want to bring them back?"

Lu Yongchang did not respond to Fang Xu's complaints, but just looked solemnly at the holographic projection in front of him.

"Yongchang?"

Fang Xu found a problem from Lu Yongchang's expression, and he turned his head to look at the holographic screen again.

"This is not a baby Proxima."

Lu Yongchang said firmly.

"But this body shape and appearance..."

Lu Yongchang lowered his head and manipulated the holographic projection in front of him, projecting a picture from Dungeon No. [-] onto the holographic image.

"If that's a juvenile Proxima, what is it?"

The corpse of a Proxima Centauri, who was obviously immature, dressed in black, was clearly presented in front of everyone.

"This……"

Fang Xu was speechless for a moment.

Lu Yongchang frowned, staring at several pictures in the holographic projection.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind.

"Perhaps this is the reason why our genetic weapons have gone awry?"

He muttered to himself: "The Proxima civilization is composed of two different races?"

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly spoke.

"Zero, look in the central computer of Dungeon [-], maybe there is relevant information."

The completely different scenes of the two dungeons made Lu Yongchang aware of a problem.

The second dungeon has almost no use value.

Good things should all be in Dungeon [-].

Thinking of this, he gave the order again.

"Leave ten robots for the second dungeon, and the rest of the robots, all go to the first dungeon!"

"The social structure of Proxima Centauri has a big problem!"

Chapter 291 Biology "Forbidden Technique"

After ten minutes.

Lu Yongchang looked at the information in front of him and fell silent.

"This, what the hell..."

"They actually used biotechnology for this!"

He said with an ugly face.

At the same time, his eyes flashed a blood red that was difficult for outsiders to detect.

Cloning technology.

This "scientific forbidden technique" with countless ethical problems has become very popular in the civilization of Proxima Centauri!

Even in the entire civilization, most of the population is "manufactured" by human cloning technology, Proxima Centauri with congenital defects!

"Professor, I found the complete manufacturing process and the construction plan of the incubation center."

Zero's voice sounded in the quiet command center, and at the same time, a huge text and translation of Proxima Centauri appeared in front of everyone.

"Delete." Lu Yongchang said in a low voice, "Zero, delete this information completely."

"Yongchang! Are you crazy?!" Mao Zhengzhi's face changed drastically, and he stopped loudly, "Their cloning technology far surpasses ours, such a good learning opportunity..."

"okay!"

Lu Yongchang's voice became heavier and more serious.

"I'm giving an official order now."

"Delete all information about the incubation center and clones!"

Zero would naturally not resist the orders issued by Lu Yongchang.

Looking at the Proxima characters that quickly disappeared in the holographic projection, Mao Zhengzhi's face flushed red with anxiety, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence for a while.

"I...you..."

Seeing that the information was completely deleted, Lu Yongchang let out a long sigh of relief: "Academician Mao, human beings must never pursue this technology."

"Why?!" At this moment, Mao Zhengzhi was obviously in a good position.

He was emotional and said with a flushed face: "You should know how many lives can be saved by mature organ cloning!"

"This is an opportunity for historic advances in human biology, and you, you ruined it!"

"Organ cloning is organ cloning, and the two are not the same thing." Lu Yongchang's indifferent eyes carried a little majesty.

"We can achieve organ replication through other means, instead of using the human cloning technology of the Proxima civilization!"

"Academician Mao Zhengzhi! You are confused!"

Lu Yongchang's tone of voice was unprecedentedly severe!

The command center was dead silent.

Whether it is the scientific research personnel, the pilot, or the captain, at this moment, they are all staring at Lu Yongchang sitting on the podium in silence.

They had never seen Lu Yongchang like this before.

Looking at Lu Yongchang's sharp eyes, Mao Zhengzhi's momentum gradually weakened.

His lips trembled slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "...why?"

Seeing that Mao Zhengzhi no longer insisted on his views, Lu Yongchang also softened his tone a little.

"The civilization of Proxima Centauri came to such an end, largely due to this human cloning technology."

"Let's not talk about the ethical issues that human cloning technology will cause."

"The genetically deficient clone group Marus and the normal Proxima are destined to divide into two groups that are incompatible."

"No matter how strictly prohibited, the discrimination against the clone group cannot be eliminated."

"This is one of the reasons why the class division of the Proxima civilization is so obvious."

"What are the consequences of this?"

"You can think about the genome information that Atoka sent us."

Mao Zhengzhi's face changed slightly.

Lu Yongchang pondered for a moment, then continued to speak: "This is only one aspect of the problem."

"The lifespan of Proxima Centaur is more than [-] Earth years."

"Although the specific reason is not known at present, such a long life obviously makes the above problems more obvious."

"It's very difficult for them to use time to erase the inherent views of the older generation."

"At the beginning of the appearance of the clone Marus, the Proxima civilization injected with fresh blood may have gone through a stage of rapid development."

"But what's next?"

"I think I shouldn't need to repeat the narration."

Mao Zhengzhi's face became more and more ugly.

He lowered his high head slowly, and said in a low voice, "I, I know."

"Of course, the inability to use human cloning technology does not mean that we cannot learn from other biotechnologies." Lu Yongchang stretched out his hand and dragged the holographic image in front of him, "You can study their remaining biotechnologies carefully, and the opportunity to break through the upper limit of human life may be On these 'big cockroaches'."

"Wait a minute, I'll let Ling organize a copy of the information for you."

Mao Zhengzhi's expression softened slightly.

He nodded slightly: "I will try my best."

After solving the human cloning technology, Lu Yongchang was secretly relieved.

He leaned back in the chair and slowly closed his eyes.

Consciousness has entered the technology tree space.

Looking at the technology tree system restored to its original appearance, he let go of the boulder hanging in his heart.

The various reasons he said just now are not the root cause of his rejection of this technology.

The most fundamental factor comes from the technology tree system deep in his brain.

The moment he learned about human cloning technology and the technology of the incubation center, his consciousness was forced into the technology tree system.