Matriarchal Society

By August Bruce

"It is -32083 years from the starting point, belonging to the era of matrilineal primitive tribes."
The Gatling space capsule, which is responsible for closing the canopy of cross-time and space live broadcasts, accidentally fell into a parallel time and space 30,000 years ago during a mission. According to the detector prompts, this should be a matriarchal society.
But when the team leader climbed out of the cockpit and looked at the low-altitude silent aircraft above her head, she was dumbfounded: "How did the matriarchal society 30,000 years ago develop like this?!"
With the emergency landing of the space-time capsule, the live broadcast canopy that had been closed and recovered during the mission was also put here due to a malfunction, and the development of the historical feudal dynasty and modern technology began to be broadcast live in the air.
The general public in the matrilineal society were also dumbfounded: "How could the world in thirty thousand years have regressed like this?!"

• Language: English
• Publisher: August Bruce
• Release date: May 11, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223097242

Book preview

Chapter 1 The Long Fall

THIS IS THE GATLING, I'm the leader Wilde. We encountered a space-time magnetic storm on our way back from London. We're requesting support. Our coordinates are...

After Wilde reported the coordinates, he placed the communicator back on the base of the control panel and waited for three seconds. There was no movement from the signal returner and the message was not sent.

She turned her head and looked out the window. There was a bottomless darkness and silence. The Gatling space capsule she was driving was now floating in space, like a wandering cosmic debris, small and confused.

In the past two years, they have traveled through various time and space, and this is not the first time they have encountered a magnetic storm. It is common for them to stay in the cracks of time and space for two or three hours.

But the difference today is that they have been here for five hours and communication has not been restored.

She could only keep in touch with the space station every half an hour, and only after the magnetic storm was over would the space station send back instructions to lead them on the return route.

At this moment, a rustling sound of turning pages came from Wilde's right side. She withdrew her gaze from the thick darkness outside the window and turned to look at the deputy team leader Rachel sitting in the co-pilot seat. She saw that her left knee was against the console, one hand was holding the book on her lap, and the other hand was supporting her head. Her fingers were stroking back and forth on her newly shaved short hair. She looked so relaxed as if she was on vacation.

Wilde looked back at the scientist accompanying the team in the back seat and the two trainees in the tail cabin. They all looked a little nervous, especially the two trainees, who were on their first mission. Seeing that the veteran team members didn't say anything, they didn't dare to say anything either, with a determined look on their faces, as if they were ready to die heroically.

Wilde comforted everyone, saying that this magnetic storm was larger than before, and asked everyone to wait patiently and not to be too nervous.

Seeing that the mood of the people behind her had softened a bit, she turned around and pulled out the movable panel under the console. She thought of checking the canopies recovered today to pass the time. She didn't want to look out the window all the time.

She unlocked the panel, slid her finger gently on the touch screen, and opened a summary page of historical live broadcasts collected from various parallel time and space during this mission, a total of four.

Since its establishment two years ago, the Gatlin team has been specifically responsible for tracking down parallel time and space anomalies in specific areas. Because of the sudden emergence of cross-time and space live broadcasts in the past two years, the historical processes of multiple parallel time and space have been significantly deflected, and There are signs of interpenetration between time and space, and people in some areas even have a collective memory bias for historical events.

In order to deal with such anomalies, the global space agency has set up a space-time bureau to seize and investigate the cross-time and space live broadcast canopies that appear in various regions.

Wilde opened several live broadcasts on the panel one by one, and the dates were in the 28th year of the First Emperor, the second year of Yuanshou, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, the 15th year of Zhenguan, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, and the 12th year of Yongle, Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty.

She looked at the time points when these marquees appeared, as well as the Technological Power themed inventory broadcast on the marquee, and specifically selected several dynasties at the peak of their national power to launch them in the form of themes.

Wilde thoughtfully clicked on the live broadcast on the panel. Next to it was the feedback screen that came with the sky screen. Both sides appeared on the same screen. On one side, there was the enlightenment of science and technology, and on the other side, there were the shocked emperor and ministers.

In the past two years, the live broadcast content of various parallel time and space has no special direction. They are basically spoilers of history for fun, or they are just showing off modern technology to ancient times.

This is the first time that this kind of live broadcast canopy similar to enlightenment teaching has appeared. Who is it, and for what purpose, started this series of live broadcasts in these dynasties? The Space and Time Bureau's investigation into the source of the canopy in the past two years has not gone very smoothly, and she couldn't help but frown when she thought about it.

Wilde. Just as she was thinking about it, Rachel next to her suddenly called her, and then asked meaningfully, Do you believe there is a 'god' in the world?

Wilde turned to look at the book she was holding in her arms, which was called The All-Seeing Eye: Peeping from Beyond the Dome and thought for a moment: First you have to define what 'god' is.

Rachel closed the book and looked out the window: Of course I don't mean the kind in religion...

Beep... Before Rachel could finish her words, the signal returner on the console suddenly issued a prompt. Wilde quickly raised his hand to interrupt her and listened attentively.

The signal returner did not send back the command immediately, but only issued a beep every three seconds. This meant that the connection was being restored, but it usually did not take this long to restore the connection.

While she was waiting for instructions attentively, the space-time capsule suddenly moved. The control console, which had been closed due to the magnetic explosion, lit up a large number of warning lights, and the driving function was restored.

Immediately afterwards, a series of numerical values popped up on the displacement indicator on the console. Seeing that the space-time capsule was shifting without control, Wilde hurriedly reached out and held the joystick.

The moment she grasped the joystick, the entire space-time capsule began to fall suddenly and rapidly, as if she were on a jumping machine that flipped 360 degrees.

But there is no concept of falling in space. Wilde held the joystick tightly, thinking that it must be the displacement and deflection just now that caused them to slide out of the space-time crack and be carried away by an unknown gravitational force. The place where they parked this time was very close to the space-time tunnel, and she suddenly had a bad premonition.

Falling, a long fall.

The Gatling rolled and rapidly approached the source of gravity. Fortunately, this degree of rolling was nothing to Wilde. She still held the joystick tightly, staring at the various indicator lights on the control panel, looking for an opportunity to escape from gravity.

They fell for nearly two hours. The three official team members were experienced and were firmly fixed on their seats in the rolling space-time capsule. They remained conscious, but the two trainee team members in the tail cabin were not able to make it. Wilde saw the heads of the two people in the tail cabin through the cabin mirror. They were toppling over and over as the capsule rolled, and they had obviously fainted.

But no one could leave their seats at the moment, so Wilde only glanced back quickly, then looked back at the console, veins bulging out in his hands holding the joystick tightly.

About half an hour later, an earth-proximity alarm popped up on the control console. At the same time, the originally dark window suddenly lit up, as if the black cloth covering the outside of the space-time capsule had been lifted off.

Wilde wore goggles so that her eyes were not dazzled by the sudden light, but she still squinted her eyes out of habit and looked carefully at the scene in front of her, a familiar blue planet.

She had no time to think about how the Gatling bypassed the space station and came here. She saw that the planet in front of her was getting closer and closer. It was too late to slow down and change its orbit. The window outside the window soon became chaotic, and they entered the atmosphere directly.

Wilde pulled up the control stick and stabilized the Gatling. They finally stopped rolling and flew downward in a straight dive.

Rachel, sitting in the co-pilot seat, stared straight ahead, her expression becoming increasingly ugly beneath her goggles. They had completely lost control of the aircraft, and the Gatling was now like a meteorite flying towards the earth. It was estimated that within half an hour, they would be able to land and break into pieces.

Because of the high speed, the outer stealth layer of the Gatling caught fire soon after it entered the atmosphere. Almost all the warning lights on the control panel were flashing wildly, reflecting the goggles of the two pilots red. The stall alarm in the cockpit stimulated the eardrums, and the oxygen circulation vents on both sides began to emit a faint smell of burning due to overload operation.

Wilde calmly turned off a row of alarms, held the joystick with one hand, and reached forward with the other hand to open the first stage of emergency landing.

Rachel, who was standing next to him, was anxious when she saw this: What kind of forced landing is this? Get ready to eject.

But Wilde just turned off three more sets of alarms and said, Wait a minute. After saying that, she turned on the backup emergency manual mode and pressed the hand lever down, trying to restore the power of the Gatling and slow down the dive speed.

Rachel watched her series of operations without saying anything. She silently reached out to the ejection lever on the side of the seat. As long as she raised her hand to unlock the lever, the Gatling would immediately disintegrate, abandon the tail compartment, and take the three The seats of the main team members were ejected from the cabin and parachutes were opened for landing.

There are still people in the tail cabin, but she can't control that much. It's better to kill two people than to wipe out the whole group.

Wilde saw her movements through the cabin mirror and said nothing. The two of them stared at the altimeter on the console at the same time. The lowest altitude for ejection was three thousand meters.

Eight thousand meters...six thousand meters...four thousand meters.

The burning smoke outside the window gradually dissipated, and the scenery below began to become clear. Wilde quickly pulled up the joystick to adjust the direction.

At 3,500 meters, just as Rachel was about to raise her hand to unlock the ejection, the Gatling finally got an updraft at an estuary and restored power on Wilde's seventh attempt.

The space capsule stopped diving rapidly, and the descent indication on the altimeter also slowed down. At this time, the stealth layer outside the cabin had burned out and the fire was extinguished.

Wilde saw that the mountains and rivers below were very unfamiliar. This was not the time and space they were in. As expected, her judgment just now was correct. The Gatling had fallen into another time and space.

And it seems that this time and space is still some years away from them.

She looked down carefully and found a suitable place for an emergency landing. She looked at the altimeter next to her and it was now 2,800 meters.

Wilde turned to look at Rachel, and saw that her hands were still pressed against the side of the seat, and she was looking out the window with a tense face. He couldn't help but let out a slight sneer: Remove your hands, this height is too high. Can’t eject."

At this time, Rachel also saw that the Gatling had not returned, and she couldn't help but shed a drop of cold sweat. If they had ejected just now, they would never be able to get back.

Hearing what Wilde said, she awkwardly picked up her hand, rubbed it on her pants, and smiled: Hey, can I still not trust you?

At the same time, below them, the sleeping continent was waking up. The ground had noticed the anomaly in the early morning. A spaceship streaked through the clear dawn sky like a meteor, leaving a long trail of clouds on the horizon.

At sunrise, the Gatling made an emergency landing on a wide and flat river, slid for more than two thousand meters, and stopped steadily on a riverside shoal.

As soon as it touched the ground, the detector on the control panel began to work automatically: Distance from the origin - 32083 years.

Wilde turned his head and looked at Rachel. Good guy, thirty thousand years ago, he fell quite far this time.

Seeing that it had stopped, the scientist in the back seat quickly unbuckled the safety buckle and went back to check on the two trainee team members in the tail cabin. Wilde and Rachel put on their invisibility helmets, turned on the invisibility devices on their clothes, and prepared to go out to check out the surrounding situation in order to find a flat place to place the wounded.

The two of them climbed out of the time capsule. After Wilde came out, he first placed the detector on the ground. The detector stretched out its legs and turned into a mechanical puppy.

Something's wrong. Rachel stopped before taking two steps and whispered to Wilde, Look up there.

When Wilde looked up, he saw eight low-altitude silent aircraft overhead, already surrounding them.

The detector dog was still working hard at the side: The soil collection is complete, and it is confirmed that the geology belongs to the matriarchal primitive tribal era.

After looking up at the aircraft above, they looked down at the detection dog: You call this a primitive tribe???

At this time, Rachel quietly gestured to Wilde, indicating that she should go to the woods nearby to hide from observation. After all, they were invisible and should not be discovered.

Wilde thought about it and nodded to her. As soon as the two of them raised their feet, a flying vehicle in the air immediately emitted a strong light, and the invisibility cloak was directly outlined by the red rays, completely exposing them.

Ah, this... is it so advanced? Rachel muttered as she looked at the detailed outlines even down to the fingertips.

Soon, a mechanical female voice came from the air. The translators they carried with them took ten seconds to interpret the meaning and transmit it to the earphones: Foreign intruders have been detected and the target has been locked.

Just after hearing this, before they could react, Wilde felt as if she had been struck by lightning and fell straight back. The moment the back of her head hit the shallows, she collapsed and thought: Thirty thousand years ago Grandparents, why are you so open-minded when you come up?

Chapter 2 Never expected

A PERSON FROM OUTSIDE space and time, with a biological age of thirty-two years old. He is the former chief fighter pilot of the Allied Defense Force. He is currently serving in the Space and Space Bureau of the Global Space Agency and serves as the team leader and main pilot of the Gatling. His code name is Wilde. His real name is unknown.

Wilde was in a daze when she heard someone reading her resume, and then a soft question came from her: Hello Wilde, is what I just said correct?

The previous resume recitation and this inquiry were not actually transmitted to her ears through some kind of language, but more like a communication directly initiated to her from the spiritual level. This is... She thought for a while, and her thoughts comminicate?

Wilde? Are you there?

I...I'm here, where did you get my resume? Who are you? Where is this? She had so many questions, and she didn't know where to start.

But the other party smiled softly: Please don't be nervous. Out of necessity, we have read your memories of the last seven days to ensure that your intrusion was not malicious. I hope you can understand.

Wilde: ...

Strictly speaking, they did trespass on someone else's territory. She was silent for a moment and then explained, We entered by mistake.

Yes, we already know that you are from thirty thousand years in the future.

After the other party said this, Wilde suddenly felt a severe pain in her head, and she couldn't open her eyes. She didn't know where she was lying, and she just struggled from side to side.

The other party seemed to be able to see her struggling, and then said: The communication of thoughts is indeed too costly for you. We are going to implant a semantic super crystal in your brain so that you can communicate in our language after you wake up. Please be assured that the super crystal implant is minimally invasive and reversible and can be removed at any time without affecting your memory and self-awareness.

She was now the fish on someone's chopping block. They listened to the other party's wishes and didn't give her any other options. This was just a friendly notification.

Thinking of this, there was another sharp pain in her head, which made her struggle again. Upon seeing this, the other party quickly left a message: You are about to exceed your tolerance. Please have a good rest. We will see you tomorrow. Then the exchange of ideas was interrupted, and she felt a headache. It disappeared immediately, and Wilde fell asleep again.

She didn't know how long it had passed, but she vaguely heard someone talking. This time it wasn't a communication of thoughts, but someone was actually walking around her and talking in a low voice. Although she still couldn't open her eyes, her mind gradually became clearer, so she started Try to distinguish nearby sounds.

Give her another supplement. These people are very thin and somewhat malnourished.

Skinny? Wilde frowned, could he be talking about her? She is 1.8 meters tall and weighs 150. The word skinny has never been associated with her.

Then, another person next to him also spoke, with some confusion in his low voice: Okay, I see that the medicines in their cabin are of poor composition and quality. Are these people really from later generations?

The voice of the person in front said without any fluctuations: Well, we will talk about the specific situation after I pick up those people. Following a series of footsteps, the person who spoke seemed to have left.

Wilde was stunned. Some of the medicines in their cabin were cutting-edge technologies that had not yet been launched on the market. How could they be so crude?

At this moment, she felt that someone was adding some gas into the breathing mask on her face. It felt cool and comfortable.

As she inhaled the sweet scent, she slowly began to recall what happened before she fell into a coma. The scene of waiting in the space-time capsule for the magnetic explosion to end flashed through her mind, as well as the entire process of their crash landing, until that strange exchange of thoughts.

She suddenly recalled the low-altitude silent aircraft she had seen outside the cabin door. Among all the manned aircraft that could hover, she had never seen such a level of silence. She even wondered if she was deaf at the time. What kind of high-tech was this?

No, wait, she almost came to her senses at this moment, how could the matriarchal society of 30,000 years ago develop to this point? !

While her head was in turmoil, there was a sound of footsteps approaching, and several people entered the room where she was, chatting in low voices.

Soon, her breathing mask was taken off, and someone not far from her said softly: Wilde, you can try to open your eyes.

She remembered that this voice was the one who just said she was thin. She frowned and opened her eyes with difficulty. The light in the room was very soft and not dazzling. She then blinked twice more. At this time, her body The bed under her also folded slowly, allowing her to sit up.

Only then did she see clearly that there were several serious-looking women standing in front of her, who were watching her carefully, as if they were studying some strange species. According to her preliminary visual inspection, these people were basically two meters tall.

It felt so oppressive that Wilde shrank back silently. She never thought that with her body type, she could be made to look so weak and pitiful.

The man who woke her up just now was still standing beside her bed and gently put his hand on her shoulder: Wilde, you may still remember me. We had a brief communication yesterday, but I didn't have time to tell you at that time. Introduce yourself, I’m Kofi.

Following the sound, she raised her head and looked at Kofi, who was standing beside her. Oh, he's so tall. He must be two meters tall, right?

I...you...here is...

It’s over, my brain is not enough, and my mouth is not working well.

Slight aphasia for a short time is a normal phenomenon caused by super crystal implantation. Don't worry, just take it slow and have a drink of water. Kofi's tone was calm. As soon as she finished speaking, the robotic arm next to the bed immediately took a glass of water and handed it to her. to Wilde.

She picked up the water glass and took a sip, then looked at the people standing in front of her. They were still looking at her with serious faces, and the room was filled with a strange solemn atmosphere.

At this time, Coffey pulled a chair over from the side, sat beside Wilde's bed, and began to slowly ask her about what he had read from her memory.

It turned out that the memory reading of the past seven days that Coffey mentioned earlier was the extraction of some memory slices from Wilde's brain, and the content was not complete, so he confirmed with her for the missing parts.

For some unknown reason, they did not seem to have extracted the memory of the Gatling from its departure to its fall into this time and space. This made Wilde feel relieved. After all, the mission of the Space-Time Bureau was highly confidential. After the Gatling was repaired, she had to go back to report. Exposing her identity in other time and space was already enough to get her into trouble, and the mission content could not be leaked again.

Fortunately, Coffey didn't seem very interested in the tasks they were performing and only asked about fragments of daily life that she remembered.

So you really have to work ten hours a day? You can only have eight days off a month? Is such high-intensity work voluntary? Coffey asked a series of questions that puzzled Wilde in an incredulous tone.

After getting a positive answer, the women standing at the end of her bed frowned even deeper.

Wilde's life in the Space-Time Bureau was very regular. Memory slices also showed that she got up at seven o'clock every morning, went to the apartment gym to work out on an empty stomach for an hour, took a shower, went to the base cafeteria to have breakfast, and walked to the administrative building around nine o'clock for a morning meeting.

In the morning, she usually finishes reports in the office or attends mission seminars. After coming out of the cafeteria at noon, she will go to the nap cabin to sleep for an hour, then buy a cup of coffee from the cafeteria and drink it while walking to the space base training ground.

When she is not on a mission, she will conduct practical driving drills and trainee training here throughout the afternoon, which lasts until about 7 p.m., then goes to the cafeteria for dinner, and then takes a walk back to the apartment.

The two years since she was transferred to the Space and Time Bureau have been much more comfortable than when she was on the battlefield, but judging from the tone of Coffey's question and the expressions of others, it seemed that she was living a very difficult life.

If this is considered hardship, then what kind of fairy life are we living in this place?

She and Kofi chatted for a while on these daily issues, and the aphasia when she first woke up gradually disappeared. At this time, another person opened the door and walked in. The person nodded to Kofi first, Then he looked at the people standing at the end of Wilde's bed: The two people next door are also awake.

When Kofi heard that, he stood up, looked at those people, and then turned around and smiled at Wilde: Let's go see your teammates. Please take a rest. When we finish talking, we will meet you. of."

After saying that, she raised her hand and asked those people to leave the room together, leaving Wilde who was confused. The two next door? That should refer to the deputy team Rachel and the scientists accompanying the team, but there are five people in their group, and there are two trainee team members in the tail cabin, but Kofi didn't mention it. Didn't they discover it? Or should I say, those two people What happened?

Just as she was thinking about it, the young woman who just pushed in the door came to her bedside. Wilde remembered her voice and heard her say before waking up that the medicines on the Gatling were poor. She guessed she was a nurse.

She looked at the testing equipment beside Wilde's bed and said with a smile, You are recovering well. Are you hungry? I'll order you something to eat. After that, she raised her hand, and a translucent screen appeared in front of Wilde. There were various sets of meals on it. Seeing that Wilde didn't know what to choose, she enthusiastically recommended one to her.

While waiting for the meal, Wilde thought of what Coffey had just asked her about her working hours, and curiously asked the nurse: How long do you work a day?

The nurse helped her move the dining table out and answered briskly, Three hours, including a half-hour break.

Only three hours a day?

Work every day? How can that be? I work one day and rest three days, and long vacations are not included. When the dining table was ready, the meal delivery robot drove into the room and delivered the meal tray to Wilde using the conveyor belt. The nurse smiled and said, Okay, eat it. I'm leaving now.

After saying that, she turned around and left the room with the robot. Wilde looked at the direction she left in confusion for a while, and then turned back to open the meal. It was an assorted chowder. He couldn't see the specific ingredients, but he only felt the aroma.

She thought about the working hours mentioned by the nurse just now, and finished the meal with mixed emotions. Not long after, another nursing robot walked into the room and asked her to meet her two teammates.

Wilde followed the nursing robot to a reception room. She was the last one to arrive. After entering the room, she saw the straight-headed person sitting in the middle. It was Rachel, the deputy team leader. There was also a young woman sitting next to her. Russell, the team scientist.

When they saw each other from a distance, their faces were blank.

When Russell saw her coming in, he quickly stood up and walked over to her and asked, Sister Yu, have you been asked a lot of strange questions too?

Russell is a theoretical physicist recruited by the Space-Time Bureau from a top university. Her research interests are M theory and the multiverse. As a team scientist, she actually came to the Space-Time Bureau earlier than Wilde, just because of her young age and personality. She is also easy-going, so she followed the rest of the team members in calling her Sister Yu.

What were you asked?

The two of them walked towards Rachel. Russell told her what happened to him. Basically, he was very similar to hers. He was also implanted with a super crystal. When he woke up, he was extracted to a few days ago. She had memories of accompanying her friend for a prenatal check-up, so Kofi and others asked her about what she had seen in the obstetrics and gynecology department for a long time.

Rachel was shown a scene of paddling at work every day, watching news on her mobile phone, and was asked a bunch of questions about the state of society.

The three of them said few words before the robot in the hall stepped forward and asked them to go to the meeting hall together.

They followed the robot into the underground elevator, walked through a bright underground corridor, and came to a circular conference hall.

About a dozen people were already sitting inside. In the center circle were a few gray-haired old ladies, and in the second circle were a few middle-aged women, including Coffey, who was waving at them.

After Wilde and the other two sat down, dozens of people came one after another, and some people joined in through holographic projection, and soon all the seats were filled.

After everyone arrived, an old lady sitting in the front row spoke up: Everyone, this is a serious problem. She raised her eyes and looked around slowly, her tone heavy, We recently learned that humans 30,000 years from now will live in purgatory.

Chapter 3 Three Little Men

IT WON'T BE AS SEVERE as purgatory... Russell, who was sitting next to Wilde, muttered softly.

From the time the three of them woke up to now, they have had to accept the fact that the matriarchal society of 30,000 years ago had more advanced technology than the time and space they were in. However, because of this, they were said to be from purgatory, and the three of them were somewhat different. Not convinced.

There were about three hundred seats in the assembly hall, and they were all listening quietly to the old lady: In the world thirty thousand years from now, regional wars will never stop, class oppression can be seen everywhere, the entire society is firmly controlled by the financial system, and poverty will The wealth gap is huge, with one percent of the people controlling 99% of the world's wealth and resources. At the same time, the development of science and technology after 30,000 years is extremely uneven. Technological innovations are mostly used for war and wealth accumulation, while ordinary people. But they are coerced by the social evaluation system and put into endless work every day, engaging in high-intensity and meaningless labor and competition in exchange for income to maintain the dignity and dignity of their class.

After she said these words, there was a murmur in the hall. Wilde turned to exchange looks with Rachel and Russell, but the three of them did not say a word.

We also learned that it was extremely difficult for humans to give birth 30,000 years later because they were short in stature, generally malnourished, and often used inappropriate supine delivery positions. The labor process was extremely long, with an average delivery time of six to twelve hours. At the same time, there are dozens of postpartum sequelae that cannot be cured.

Ah! Everyone in the assembly hall couldn't sit still after hearing this. With the exclamations one after another, the discussion became louder, Is there anyone else giving birth to a child here?

Yes, not only yes, but many, there will be eight billion people in the world thirty thousand years from now.

Eight billion people, for those thin people in later generations, means eight billion long and painful childbirths. This data alone silenced everyone in the auditorium. There were no more exclamations and no comments. No more, and there was only silence in the huge assembly hall.

Okay... I took the liberty. Russell whispered again, We are indeed from purgatory.

Are the three little men sitting behind you from 30,000 years ago? Everyone in the meeting hall was silent for a while, and someone suddenly asked.

The three Wildes were sitting next to Coffey, just in the row behind the old lady. Originally, they had all changed into the clothes provided here before they were brought here. They arrived quite early, so they couldn't sit in the meeting hall. How to attract attention? As soon as this question came out, everyone in the assembly hall looked at them. Many people realized at this time that the extraterrestrial visitors who got off the spacecraft yesterday were also here today.

Small man... Wilde's mouth twitched. She was really not used to being called that way, but seeing the group of women sitting in the assembly hall, all of them powerful, and none of them seemed to be less than two meters tall, she had no choice but to He swallowed his protest silently.

Because of the sudden attention, the three of them unconsciously sat up a little straighter, trying to make themselves look less short, but unfortunately they had little effect.

There was no hostility in the eyes of everyone. Wilde sat there and looked around, and saw that everyone was looking at him with curiosity, confusion, and some... pity?

The old lady coughed lightly and said, Yes, these three are our guests now. We hope to learn more about the future through them so as to make adequate preparations, so we have invited them here today.

After she said this, there was another low-pitched discussion in the assembly hall. Everyone already knew about the emergency landing of a spaceship on the riverside early yesterday morning. Therefore, an impromptu meeting was held in the assembly hall today, and everyone was prepared. .

When the discussion gradually subsided, a middle-aged woman behind the old lady began to announce the agenda of today's meeting.

Only now did Wilde realize that today's conference was mainly aimed at the three of them. The purpose was to allow everyone to jointly decide on their placement issues and to set up a special investigation team for parallel time and space.

Wilde sat next to Coffey, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then asked her softly: Is there any part that we need to participate in later? I would like to ask my two teammates to go out and say a few words.

Kofi looked at the agenda listed on the screen in front of him: In fifteen minutes, the issue of relocating the time capsule on the riverside will be discussed. You'd better come back and listen to it then.

Wilde nodded: Okay, we'll be back soon. After that, he turned around and winked at Rachel and Russell. The three of them quietly left the council hall through the side door of this row, following the guidance robot.

Where are you going? The robot turned around and asked after the three of them came out.

Wilde looked around and saw that there was an empty corridor outside the meeting hall, which was not very suitable for conversation. At this time, Rachel stepped forward and said, Take us to the toilet.

Okay. The robot turned around, Please follow me.

The three of them followed the robot around a corner and came to a tall door. The robot prompted go straight ahead and then went into standby mode.

Wilde walked in first. The toilet corridor was very wide and there was no sign to distinguish between genders. Looking at the signs, the nursery was on the left side of the door, the delivery room was on the right, there was a row of cleaning tables in front, and the bathroom was at the back.

Why is there a delivery room outside the toilet? Russell looked up and looked at the sign on the door, which showed available status.

Children, give way. A voice came from behind them. After hearing this, they hurriedly stepped aside. When they turned around, they saw a tall woman pushing open the door of the delivery room and walking in. The sign on the door changed. Became occupied.

That person just now was a pregnant woman? Rachel sounded confused, and Wilde and Russell also shook their heads in confusion. The person walked too fast, and they didn't see her clearly. They only thought that she was very tall and strong, but she was very tall and strong. The image of pregnant women with a big belly in their minds is far from that.

At this time, Wilde looked up and looked at the time displayed outside the delivery room, We only have fifteen minutes, let's go in first. The other two people also came to their senses and walked in together.

The toilet was very empty, with all stall doors open and no one around. Only two cleaning robots were busy going back and forth inside.

Rachel walked over and looked at the cubicles. The toilets look pretty similar to our world...eh? She stopped at the door of a cubicle. Why is there a standing toilet here? She peeked inside and walked in. I have to try this.

Wilde and Russell looked at each other and said, Forget it, we're here now. Then they both walked towards the compartment.

Wilde stood in the toilet for a while and sorted out the events of the past two days in her mind. First of all, she had to find a chance to check the damage to the space-time capsule. She also had to find out where the two trainee team members in the tail cabin were. They had to return as soon as possible. This time they accidentally discovered a parallel space-time 30,000 years ago, and they also needed to report it to the Space-Time Bureau as soon as possible.

Just looking at the attitude of the locals, it seems that they will not let them go easily. Thinking of this, she sighed. If she didn't find a chance to contact the space station to explain the situation, things would be troublesome.

When Wilde walked out of the cubicle, he heard the voices of Rachel and Russell not far away.

First, Rachel said: We can also make this kind of sandy soil material, but the maintenance cost is too high. It is a bit luxurious to use it to pave toilets.

Then came Russell's voice: According to my observation, they seem to pay more attention to humanistic care here and don't care much about the input-output ratio.

Wilde washed his hands and walked towards them following the sound. He saw the two people lying on the edge of the toilet in a cubicle, studying something.

Are you two... a little perverted?

Russell saw her coming out and waved to her: Sister Yu, have you noticed that the inner wall of the toilet here absorbs automatically and the liquid does not rebound!

Uh...I didn't pay attention to that.

This is of great research value. Rachel stood up and patted her pants. The toilet is a place that can quickly measure the level of civilization. The standing toilet I just went to has a rocker inside that can be adjusted at will. There is a toilet next to it. The soft rubber interface is easy to install and use, which is very convenient!

The last trip to the toilet made Rachel very excited: Look at this humanized industrial design. Take advantage of these few days to study hard. When we get back, I will collaborate with Russell on a paper.

Wilde handed over his hand: It's disrespectful that these two academic ladies did not forget to do scientific research in the toilet, but before writing the paper, do we have to confirm first, can the Gatling return?

Rachel graduated from the Department of Space Materials Engineering. As the chief engineer of the Gatling, she is more professional than Wilde in maintenance. After hearing Wilde mention this, she thought for a moment and said, Both the power cabin and the control panel need to be repaired. If they fall into ancient time and space, it will be difficult to deal with them. But considering the level of technology here, the necessary consumables should be easy to get. Of course, this is based on the premise that they are willing to cooperate with us.

I'll figure out a way to deal with this. Let's find a chance to check the extent of the damage to the space capsule. Wilde then asked Russell about the situation in the tail cabin, Were the two people in the back still alive?

Russell tried to recall: At least one of them was alive at the time. I smelled his breath when I went to unbuckle the safety buckle, but I lost consciousness very quickly, so I don't know what happened afterwards.

The three of them discussed for a while and decided that Wilde and Rachel would find an opportunity to check on the Gatling, while Russell would be responsible for finding out the whereabouts of the two missing team members.

When they finished talking and walked out, they saw the tall and strong woman coming out of the delivery room. The wrapped newborn was easily held in her arms, like a large burrito.

She held the baby in one hand and her bag in the other, and left in a hurry while the three people were stunned, leaving only a faint smell of blood in the air. Not long after she walked out, two nursing robots chased out of the delivery room, one on the left and one on the right, flashing their lights and playing a reminder in a loop: When a pregnant woman walks, please be courteous.

It's over already? Rachel scratched her head. Did it take ten minutes?

Wilde looked at the time at the door of the delivery room. Twelve minutes had just passed. Russell looked at the woman's figure going away and said blankly, They asked me about my experience in the obstetrics and gynecology department before. I saw how surprised they were, so I asked them how long it takes to give birth here. They said it takes fifteen minutes on average, and if it exceeds thirty minutes, it's considered a difficult birth. I thought they were kidding me...

The three were in shock when they heard footsteps not far away. From the end of the aisle, they could see many people walking out. Upon closer inspection, they saw that they were all the people who had been attending the meeting hall just now. The three of them hurried over and came to the corridor, where they happened to run into Coffey who was also in the crowd.

Kofi turned around and saw the three of them coming out. He called out, There's something wrong with the space capsule you made an emergency landing on the river bank. The meeting has been suspended. Let's go and take a look together.

At this time, someone in the crowd whispered, I heard that the impact was quite large, and a lot of people were watching. Wilde's heart sank, wondering if the Gatling had exploded.

The meeting hall was some distance away from the river, so they followed the crowd and boarded the silent aircraft that knocked them out yesterday.

They were the second group to arrive at the riverside. When they got off the plane, quite a few people had gathered near the Gatling's emergency landing site. But even though there were so many people, it was eerily quiet.

Everyone on the shore looked up at the projection in the sky, which was a live broadcast showing the infrastructure technology of future generations to everyone in the First Emperor's court.

Wilde and the other three were stunned when they saw the canopy they recovered during this mission being dropped here.

At this time, the sky began to play the scene of thousands of laborers building the Qinzhi Road, with a narration: Look at our Qin Dynasty version of the highway two thousand years ago. The infrastructure construction ideas at that time were already very advanced. If we could With the support of our modern technology, the First Emperor can even dominate the world!

Watching the host of the marquee exaggeratingly touting modern technology, and then looking at the silent aircraft hovering near the marquee, Wilde pursed his lips. In other historical time and space, the marquee was often regarded as a miracle by the locals, but now it is placed on the matrilineal Society has become an eyesore.

For the people who came from the assembly hall, the impact of this scene was even greater. They thought that the world 30,000 years later would be ugly enough, but now they saw this historical scene of the feudal dynasty. They and the three co-authors Between the technological depressions ten thousand years from now, there will still be a Great Rift Valley of human civilization separated by at least two thousand years?

Everyone who was watching the sky by the river today had the same question in their minds: What happened in the past 30,000 years?

Chapter 4 Civilization Rift Valley

THE SUN BEGAN TO SET in the west, and the live broadcast on the sky screen continued. Everyone on the riverside turned their backs to the setting sun and watched the live broadcast in mid-air quietly.

Wilde and Rachel wanted to run back to the Gatling just now to see if they could close the canopy and recover it, but they were stopped by Coffey and others. At the same time, a large aircraft flew to the riverside and delivered a batch of semantic analysis goggles to those who came to the assembly hall, so that everyone could understand the public message that popped up at the bottom of the live broadcast screen.

This is a historical hypothetical live broadcast that takes place on a certain online platform 30,000 years in the future. The theme is When modern technology is applied in ancient times. The live broadcast room is quite popular. The real-time number of people online in the upper right corner shows 30,000 people, and comments from netizens keep popping up in the lower left corner:

[Hand over all these technologies to my brother Zheng! ]

[If the Qin Dynasty had the infrastructure technology we have today, Zulong would have unified the world long ago]

[This infrastructure maniac is a skill passed down from generation to generation]

[I really want to travel back to Daqin immediately and present the world map to Zulong]

[If Zheng Ge was still alive, I wouldn't have to take the CET-4 and CET-6 here.]

Tsk, what the hell. Rachel couldn't stand it anymore at first. The whole screen of him licking the feudal male emperor was off-putting to her. She curled her lips and turned around to look around. Everyone was looking at the sky in mid-air seriously. Only the two people behind Kofi were watching the three of them closely from a short distance away, wary of them taking the opportunity to run back to the Gatling.

She thought for a moment, raised her hand to poke Wilde next to her, and lowered her voice: I guess the control console was flooded during the forced landing. It needs to be removed as soon as possible, otherwise the recovery may fail.

Wilde was still staring blankly at the sky in mid-air, feeling that his head was buzzing. His whereabouts were exposed in other time and space, and the contents of the mission were leaked. How much punishment would he receive this time?

Only after hearing what Rachel said did she come to her senses. Once the recovered sky dome failed, it would be put back into the previous time and space, and this trip would be completely in vain. If this accident caused other time and space anomalies... She shook her head and couldn't think about it anymore. If she continued to think about it, she would soon be imprisoned.

She quickly adjusted her mood and took two quick steps to Coffey's side. Seeing this, Rachel and Russell followed her. When Wilde and Coffey talked about the Gatling's panel being out of control, they asked her to send someone to help them dismantle the control panel.

Coffey was also thinking about how to move the sky dome and the space-time capsule in the air. Just now in the council hall, she was appointed as the chief of the space-time investigation team. The investigation hasn't even started yet, but the information has been delivered to her door.

They still needed to sort out and analyze the contents of the sky curtain, and it was inconvenient to place it in the air by the river. Coffey thought that the location of the sky curtain must be related to the space capsule. She had originally planned to vacate a hangar for aircraft and move the Gatling inside, but now she was a little unsure about the mechanism of the sky curtain. It would be bad if the sky curtain was lost due to the relocation of the space capsule.

Hearing Wilde say that the control panel of the time capsule was out of control, Coffey immediately took it seriously: This skylight is very important to us, and we can't let it fail. After saying that, he turned around and called a few people, and personally went to the time capsule with Wilde and the other two.

It was late spring, the water in the river was flowing smoothly, and many ducks were floating in groups on the river, making a lot of noise and making a lot of noise. The Gatlin was lying quietly on the river bank, like a stranded whale.

The space-time capsule is two meters and five meters high, wide in front and narrow in the back, and completely white. Due to friction with the atmosphere, the stealth layer caught fire, leaving spots of burning ashes on the surface. The gravity sensor plate on the bow and the balance plate on the tail were all broken when it stalled in the air. Coupled with the impact of the water flow during the forced landing, the surrounding area of the capsule was also slightly deformed. The entire Gatling looked very embarrassed.

They were taken away as soon as they got out of the cabin yesterday morning. Wilde did not have time to take a close look at the condition of the space capsule. She walked to the cabin door, looked at the scarred cabin, and gently touched the Gatling with heartache.

Wilde was about to raise her hand to open the hatch, but Rachel suddenly remembered something and stopped her: Wait, we have to check the power compartment first.

There is a small nuclear reactor in the Gatling's power cabin, which is connected to the two ramjet fusion engines above. If an emergency landing causes a nuclear leak in the power cabin, it will need to be decontaminated before the cabin door can be opened.

Coffey listened to her explanation and waved his hand: After we picked you up yesterday, we conducted a comprehensive scan of the entire cabin and found no nuclear leak. Don't worry.

Rachel was stunned for a moment: Oh, I forgot, your place is very high-end.

Wilde reached out and opened the hatch, and a bulky machine fell out. They looked down and found that it was the electronic detection dog.

After the three of them were taken away yesterday, the detection dog was put back into the cabin for scanning and inspection. Now it fell out and lay on the ground with its four legs up in the air. The start button on its back hit the gravel on the mudflat. It continued to conscientiously report the geological test results: 30,000 years ago, the matriarchal primitive tribe belonged to the late Stone Age. At that time, the ancient humans were already able to master fire making and stone tool making...

Rachel was quick to pick up the detection dog and turned it off: Shut up now, you're a stone tool. I think you're a stone tool.

Coffey smiled and held out his hand: This machine is quite interesting. Can you lend it to me to study it? I'm very curious about your interpretation of history.

Rachel looked up at Coffey, who was at least two heads taller than her. She couldn't refuse the oppressive feeling. She also realized that the people here were polite in speech but tough in behavior.

When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head, and you can't be shameless. She straightened her posture and held up the detection dog with both hands: Well, what's the use of borrowing? Please take it and study it at will.

Coffey took the detection dog with a smile, turned around and handed it to someone behind him to keep, and gave a few more instructions. Wilde saw them talking and gently bumped Rachel with his shoulder: That's quite reasonable.

Rachel raised her eyebrows and said, Adapt to circumstances. Then she took a step forward and entered the time capsule before Wilde.

The door of the space capsule was only two meters high. Coffey and the two people behind him had to bend down to get in. The cockpit was even smaller. There was no place to stand. Coffey thought for a moment outside the cabin door and said to Wilde, We won't go in. Please make sure to bring out the sky dome's equipment intact. She emphasized again, This is very important to us.

Wilde looked at her, the two people behind her, and the people who were still watching the live broadcast on the river bank in the distance. He nodded silently, turned around and stepped into the cabin. Russell saw that both of them had gone in, and hurriedly followed.

The interior of the Gatling was a little dim at the moment. After entering the hatch, facing the rear seat of the driving position, on the left was the cockpit, and on the right was the tail cabin. After Wilde and Russell came in, they went to both sides. Russell was always thinking about finding out the whereabouts of the two trainee team members, so he went straight to the tail cabin to check.

Wilde went to the left and came to the cockpit. Rachel was squatting beside the control panel, holding a wrench in her mouth, and was already dismantling it in full swing. When she saw Wilde coming in, she said incoherently: It's flooded. Come over and give me a hand.

Wilde walked over to her, squatted down and held the half-disassembled control panel. Rachel stood up and walked to the other end, took out the wrench and continued to disassemble the other half. Wilde looked at the densely packed wiring behind the control panel, which had been soaked with a small piece of mud. She frowned and asked, Is the out-of-control problem easy to solve?

After a while, Rachel's muffled voice came from the other side: It's hard to say, we have to take it apart and take a closer look. After that, she whispered, Hey, what do you think they mean? Do they want to seize the recycling panel for research? To what extent do they want to research it before they are willing to let us go?

Wilde recalled the look on Coffey's face when he spoke to her before entering the cabin. It was obvious that he wanted to see if they would take the initiative to cooperate. Although the people here seemed friendly at the moment, no one knew what they would look like when they turned hostile. Thinking of this, she said softly: Cooperate with them first and take it one step at a time. She thought that she had to understand the local people's ways first.

Rachel was quick and agile, and in no time she dismantled the other side. They each carried a dismantled control panel and carefully walked out of the cockpit. Just as they walked out to the middle aisle, Russell came out of the tail cabin. The three of them looked at each other, and Russell shook his head at them.

There was a cabin door next to the aisle, and Coffey and the others were outside, so Russell didn't say anything, but Wilde and Rachel both got her point. No clues were found in the tail cabin about the whereabouts of the two trainees.

Wilde also winked at her, indicating that she would elaborate later, and soon the three of them walked out of the space-time capsule together with the disassembled control console.

Kofi stood outside the cabin, staring at the sky not far away. The disassembly of the control console did not affect the delivery outside. The anchor on it was still eloquently reviewing the engineering technology of railways, bridges and ports for the Qin Dynasty monarchs and ministers. Watch. I really wanted to teach them something when I went up there.

It wasn't until she heard a voice coming from behind that she turned around and saw Wilde and three people coming out carrying a piece of equipment. Then she saw Rachel saying, There's some water at the bottom of the console. The mud needs to be cleaned first. I need a big one. Point of repair station."

Kofi smiled gently: Okay, no problem.

At this time, the end of the live broadcast came from the riverside sky screen: That's it for today's live broadcast. Thank you for your company. We will start the broadcast at the same time next week. The theme is when military technology was applied in the Han Dynasty. Click the upper right corner to make an appointment for the live broadcast. If you missed it, please pay attention to the anchor. Goodbye!

The sky in mid-air turned black immediately after the anchor said this, leaving only the anchor's avatar and a prompt in the middle: [The live broadcast has ended]. Soon this scene also disappeared, and the sky returned to normal.

As dusk grew darker, people watching on the riverside saw the sky closing and dispersed in twos and threes. As they walked, they were still discussing the content of the live broadcast.

Coffey brought in a large transport aircraft, gently lifted the Gatling, and carried it with a huge space cloth. The two assistants behind Coffey boarded the transport aircraft to follow the escort.

After the Gatling took off, another small aircraft soon came over, and Coffey took Wilde and the other two on board.

They followed the transport aircraft that was carrying the Gatling, flying slowly