Chapter 1608 Fishing Day (I)

Chapter 1581 Fishing Day (I)

In the wide and bright lecture hall, the noise pushed the slightly stuffy air out of the door layer by layer like waves, and the crowd was like squids at high tide, and a figure cut through butter like a hot knife, parting the crowd and walking towards the front podium.

Schiller looked up and saw Charles' face. He lowered his head to tidy up the lesson plan on the table, smiled and looked at Charles and said, "What's wrong, professor? How come you have time to come to me today?"

"To avoid disturbing you, I listened to half a class of interstellar sociology outside the door. Your lecture is very good, lively and interesting, very suitable for these children. Can I take up a little of your time next?"

Just when Charles said this, two girls hurriedly ran over here, one was Asian, and the other looked like an American girl. They ran to the podium arm in arm, so fast that they leaned forward and almost fell on the table.

"Oh my god, Dean, it's not easy to catch you! Charlotte told me that she couldn't find you in the office nine times out of ten." The Asian girl spoke first.

"What's wrong, Wen? What's going on between you and Charlotte?"

"It's like this, Dean, Charlotte and I were classmates in high school. We have read the admissions details of New York University and learned that they will open the Department of General Sociology in September next year and will increase the enrollment by 60 people. In this way, Charlotte and I will have the opportunity to go to New York University."

"This is a good thing." Schiller nodded, looked at them very gently and said, "I heard that both of you had good grades in high school and won some awards. It should be no problem to apply to New York University?"

"Yes, but I heard that the new subject will have an entrance examination. We have some questions about interstellar sociology that we would like to consult you. This may improve our scores in the entrance examination."

"Of course, you can ask any questions you have." Schiller nodded, showing full patience.

"It just so happens that Dr. Rodriguez, I also don't understand some of the topics you just talked about in class, 'Analysis of Interstellar Security Situation and War Potential of Four Civilization Categories', but I also want to know what these two ladies didn't understand." Charles joined the conversation at the right time.

"Oh, Dean Xavier, you are here too. If you two have something serious to talk about, we can talk about it another day..."

"Nothing, Charles and I can talk about it later, just ask any questions you have."

The Asian girl called the composition immediately began to flip through the notebook in her hand, and Charlotte also came over. The two pointed to a question on it and said, "You talked about the good and evil of the mechanical civilization about ten minutes into the class. The right and wrong will affect their position in the interstellar security situation and increase their war potential, but the relevant reasons were not explained in detail. We want to hear this part."

"This is a very simple logic." Schiller smiled and said, " If all humans were produced in factories, with almost unlimited raw materials and sufficient energy, no matter how much they sacrificed, they could always be replenished. What do you think would be the impact on the international situation? "

"Then there would be no peaceful days." Charlotte seemed rather shy. She said softly, "They would not be condemned in terms of human rights, and the groups that hoped to gain benefits through war would certainly be more unscrupulous."

"That's it. This is what I emphasized before: the form of civilization affects the civilization's sense of right and wrong, which in turn affects their views on war, and then affects the star security situation."

"You mean, a purely mechanical civilization would be easier to Provoke a war?"

"About the same, but it is not entirely limited to mechanical civilization. I am just giving an example. When the sacrifice of the main members of a race is not valued and can be replenished at any time, they are destined not to care too much about the casualties of the war..."

The two girls nodded, and soon Wen looked at a question on the notebook and asked: "Then is the laziness of immortal species and special magic civilizations also part of this reason?"

"Take Asgard as an example." Schiller pushed his glasses and said: "On the one hand, the concept of time of immortal species is different from that of short-lived species. During the interval between Asgard launching a war, ordinary short-lived species civilizations may have changed. "On the other hand, in the interstellar society, most magic-based civilizations have unique advantages. They are rich first and then explore the outside world, instead of having to speed up their pace beyond their home planet due to limited resources like humans and other civilizations." "In this case, the motivation urging them to explore the outside world is more curiosity. Therefore, they will show special laziness to some major events in the interstellar society. In our view, it seems that they are slow to react, but in fact, it is just because of the interests that are robbed by weak races. In their view, it is not beneficial to their survival and development at all."

The two girls nodded, and then they asked a few more questions about the differences between the four types of civilizations, most of which focused on the reasons for these differences. Charles also joined the discussion from time to time, but he was more concerned about how a civilization that started from a small beginning should gain enough benefits through war or in the wars of others.

Finally, Schiller concluded.

"Even from the interstellar level, war is only a means, not an end. The forces that start wars must be profitable. Purely chaotic races are always excluded from interstellar society. If Asgard had not put on the cloak of civilization again, they would not have had the opportunity to return to interstellar society."

"Rules can be armor or weapons. When everyone has to sit down and talk because of the rules, powerful force is the guarantee of obtaining justice, but what ultimately determines who can go further is the long-term vision of knowing what you really want."

The two girls showed a thoughtful look, and Charlotte said thoughtfully: "It seems that intelligent life is similar. Although "both" can gain a lot, it is too greedy, and sacrificing certain interests at the right time can gain the advantage of public opinion. As for how to choose, you have to see who you are and what you want."

"You will be an excellent interstellar politician, Miss." Schiller smiled and said to Charlotte.

"Thank you so much, Dean. If we have similar questions in the future..."

"You can come to me after class at Dream School, or call me in reality, but please call Arkham Sanatorium. I personally do not answer any calls from numbers outside the address book."

The two girls nodded and turned away. Charles walked to the opposite side of Schiller, shook his head gently and said, "Amazing, Doctor, inviting you to Dream School is the best decision I have made."

"Nothing, Professor, but if you have any more questions, I'm afraid we have to talk next time. I have an appointment with someone in the afternoon, so I have to get ready now."

"Oh? Are you going out?"

"Yes, Steve, Nick and I have an appointment to go ice fishing on Long Island on Sunday afternoon. You know it's a rare opportunity now, and the thickness of the ice is just right . "

Charles was slightly stunned, and said in surprise: "Are you going to go ice fishing too? I was just about to talk to Eric about this."

"He has been a little upset because of something recently. Fishing is one of the few forms of entertainment he is willing to use to kill time. I came here to invite you to go with us. After all, you know, our relationship is too close, and I am not suitable to give him psychological counseling."

"I see." Schiller speeded up his movements, sorted out the documents on the desk and said: "This event was initiated by Nick, but I think he would be happy to invite you, but the time is a bit tight..."

"I have prepared everything a long time ago." Charles smiled and said: "I know Eric will not refuse my proposal, never."

"How are you going to go?" Schiller asked again.

"You can send the coordinates to the flashing phone, and I'll give you his number later. He will be responsible for sending us there. This is a pleasant coincidence, isn't it?"

Schiller laughed and said very frankly: "The most pleasant coincidence is that you found me now. If it was a few weeks ago, I would not have the time to go fishing."

"When you reach my age, you will understand how precious it is to slow down and enjoy life. If you stop and your memory is filled with gunpowder, gunfire, and blood, even God will often sigh for it."

Charles used a lot of British rhetoric, sounding like Shakespeare, but Schiller was very clear. Chu was hinting at something, and he just answered in the same tone: "Humans and this society spend too much time commenting on right and wrong, and always have conflicts over this. If you want to really relax calmly, you must first jump out of this vicious circle."

"Fishing is a good way to relax, right?"

"Of course, fishing is quite relaxing, especially when two of the participants participated in World War II and the remaining two are from Russia."

Charles' eyebrows twitched at the end, and his face showed a satisfied look, but he was not only satisfied with the participants in this event, but more like the pleasure brought by the tacit understanding when talking with a smart person.

This can always persuade Eric, Charles thought, there is a rare opportunity for important figures of mankind not to be tied to typical Americans like Stark and Strange.

Eric has never liked Americans, especially successful Americans. Whenever Charles talked to him about this, Eric's expression was disgusted as if he heard someone stepped on dog shit this morning.

His malice did not come from his background, but the wild American was a natural antonym to perfectionism, rigor and cleanliness. Just letting the latter hear some words related to the former's love history was enough to make people feel sick.

"But before that, can I ask what is troubling Dr. Lansheer?" Schiller asked on the way out with Charles.

Charles was stunned by his address to Eric, but then he smiled and said, "Whatever his troubles are, you will be able to solve them, Dr. Schiller, because just the way you address him is enough to open his heart. Few people call him Doctor."

"But he is indeed a Doctor, isn't he? Although he obtained his degree in astrophysics as an adult and may have used his mutant abilities in the experiment, he can indeed be called Dr. Lansheer."

"You can try calling him Dr. Eisenhart, which may make him happier."

"This is his Real name?"

"Yes, his real name is Max Eisenhart, but later in order to disguise himself as a gypsy, he changed his name to Eric Lansheer. I have said more than once that his pseudonym is fake, but he just refuses to change it."

Schiller stopped at the door, smiled at Charles and said, "Let him tell me himself. This honesty can be exchanged for a doctorate title that I fully approve of. If all the Russians present can really call him Marx, it would be a great compliment."

Charles laughed and said, "Thank you for your good wishes."