Chapter 3419 Midnight Son (Eighteen)
"It can't be a coincidence," Peter said, looking at the data on the screen. "Some forces affect gene performance and have caused a special secondary evolution in humans. I think this may be a curse, only effective for specific genes."
"Like black skin?" asked Miles.
Peter shook his head and said, "Of course not. It doesn't make sense to target skin color, and there were black people present at that time. There was no need to be both of them. It should be because this technology itself has limitations and people with special genetic fields need to be selected to take effect."
"What do you know about the air factory plan?" Stark asked, turning his head.
Neither Peter nor Miles knew who he was asking, and Peter spoke first, "This plan will definitely not work."
"Why?"
"Otherwise China will definitely do it," Peter said. "Their population is more than us, and the per capita living space and per capita arable land area are relatively small. If we can use the area in the air, we will definitely greatly improve the per capita living space for everyone."
"If there are no shortcomings in this kind of thing that is beneficial to people's livelihood, they will definitely do it. Even if there are some small shortcomings, they will first apply it on a small scale. Once this project is started, it will not be hidden. We don't hear the news, so we will definitely not."
"Where will the problem?" Miles scratched his head and said, "I see that this plan is quite good, and there seems to be no big problem. Putting the factory high in the sky will not cause any ground pollution. Isn't that a good thing?"
"Factory will definitely produce pollution," Peter said. "The problem is where we need to discharge pollution. On the ground, the pollution will either be discharged underground or into the water system, and some will be discharged into the air.
The air factory plan is good everywhere, and it can create jobs and make ground space. But Roxen seems to have not mentioned the issue of pollution, and I think the key is here."
"Tony, if it were you, how would you deal with the pollution problem of the air factory?" Peter asked.
“Emission into space is the best way,” Stark said, “but if that’s the case, the factory has to be built high.
Considering Miles' presence, Stark did not use those professional terms, and he said in the simplest language as possible: "If the factory is built too low and is blocking the sun, it is not enough to directly build sewage pipelines to space, then transportation equipment must be transported one by one, which is too expensive."
"So if it were me, I would build the factory in low-Earth orbit, and then choose a special place in space to make the pollution piled up, and then pile up the pollution generated by the factory, and then send it to the sun to destroy it regularly. This is the easiest way."
"Do you think Roxon will do this?" asked Miles.
"First of all, they have to have that technology."
"But I heard they are pretty awesome," Miles said. "They seem to have space equipment, too."
"Why do you always hear about their benefits?" Stark narrowed his eyes and looked at Miles and said, "Where did you hear about these things?"
Myers was slightly stunned and said, "I don't know either. It may be read on TV news, or it may be read on some newspapers and magazines, or it may be heard by others."
"Where is your home?" Peter asked suddenly.
"Bronx." Miles replied, "What's wrong?"
“It seems they were promoting the Bronx early on,” Peter said. “Even if you already know that Roxon might be related to the Minotaur, you still have a good impression of them, which means their publicity is quite successful.”
Miles fell into thinking, as if recalling where he got these impressions. But after thinking for a long time, he shook his head and said, "I really don't remember it very much. I'm not a person who likes to watch TV, let alone newspapers, etc., which are all entertainment methods in the last century.
I don’t have many friends, and occasionally I help an old couple living next door clean up, but their favorite thing is to raise flowers and fish. They never talk about politics, and they are even more unlikely to tell me about the Rockson Company…”
"Some public opinion propaganda is so subtle," Peter said. "Roxson has put a lot of effort into promoting it in the Bronx, and it is definitely impossible for them to just make their stock price."
They want people to support their aerial factory plan,” Stark said firmly.
"Tony, if you build a factory the way you said, will the profit margin be large?"
Stark shook his head and said, "Not only is it not big, but it may be about zero in the few years after construction. It is good if you don't lose money. It can only maintain production, but it can solve the pollution problem to the greatest extent."
Peter touched his chin and said, "Roxson doesn't have such a strong sense of social responsibility. I guess they don't plan to deal with pollution at all. They may not even want to build the factory that high."
"You mean, they are going to build the factory on their heads?" Miles said in disbelief. "Didn't that block the sun? And some factories will have air pollution, so what should the residents below do?"
"They don't care," Peter said. "The rich people want to get the factory away from them, but there must be a place to buy land in the Bronx, which costs a lot of money, and may trigger various parades and smashes."
"It's better to throw the factory over your heads without spending money. Even if you want to use violent opposition, you can't reach it. As for how many people will die in the Bronx, they don't care."
Myers clenched his fists, but slowly let go, saying, "They even want us to be grateful, just like they transported us here and gave us seemingly fair treatment, and asked us to thank them."
"Don't indulge in the racial issue." Peter shook his head and said, "We must unite all forces, including whites, yellows and Mexicans. If only blacks, it will turn into racial conflicts and then pass without any pain."
Myers sighed and walked to the chair next to him to sit down. At this moment, he saw the moon outside the window getting brighter and brighter.
A moonlight suddenly arrived. Stark turned his head and saw the moonlight knight passing through the floor-to-ceiling window glass and slowly walked into the laboratory.
"Have you found anything?" Stark asked.
Schiller didn't speak, but just pointed it lightly with his staff, and a silhouette of international news appeared in the air. The above mentioned was China's Jupiter development plan.
Stark frowned. He didn't think of any relationship with the Minotaur. Jarvis reminded at the right time: "Roxson Energy has mining points on Jupiter."
"Jupiter? How did they go to Jupiter?"
"It's not clear yet," said Jarvis, "conservatively, the technology they use is different from the current mainstream technology on Earth.
What about unconservative ones?”
"They should be using alien technology, and they are alien technology with magic involved."
Stark's face turned ugly, and he said, "Don't tell me that the Rockson company is full of aliens. In the past few decades, the energy of the earth has been in the hands of aliens."
"It's not that pessimistic, sir," said Jarvis. "Most of the employees of Roxon are humans. Except for Dario Arghe, the other senior managers should be humans."
"Then that Agg is an alien?"
"I don't know." Jarvis paused before answering, "but no matter what, it is an indisputable fact that the alien exploration and mining technology that Roxon is now using does not belong to humans."
"Is it possible that they are themselves..."
"No trajectory of technological evolution was found," said Jarvis. "They were placed in Jupiter's mining stronghold, and have never been updated or iterated, and have been operating as usual. From the beginning, they are a very mature technology."
Stark took a light breath, clearly realizing that things were much more complicated than he thought.
"Can you tell which civilization's technology is?"
"I'm comparing, but there are too many civilizations with such technology and it takes a certain amount of time."
"Stay at Jupiter first," Stark said. "If there is any emergencies, don't tell me first, just deal with it yourself."
"Who are we helping?"
"What?"
"If China wants to mine Jupiter, it will inevitably send equipment to investigate. If Roxon wants to take Jupiter for itself, there will definitely be a conflict between them. Who are we going to help?"
"Does this still need to be asked? Of course it is to help China! China has just participated in the solar system development plan and built a starship. Roxen has mined Jupiter for so long. What has it brought to the earth? These shameless resource thieves!"
Then Stark became puzzled again, saying, "What about the things they mined from Jupiter? The entire solar system is under my nose. Why have you never seen them transport Jupiter's resources?"
"As far as I know, sir," replied Jarvis, "they only mine, not transport."
"ah?"
"Or the means of transporting them exceeded my monitoring scope, so I said that there may be magical factors in it."
"No, this is the important thing. I have to find a way to investigate." Stark said, "You can prepare the equipment for me, and I'll go to Jupiter to see it myself."
Then he turned to several people and said, "It's no longer a problem with the Bronx. The Roxon company may have collusion with aliens. We need to figure out what they are doing."
"Myers, your home is in the Bronx. You must keep an eye on it recently. The new Warriors team will cooperate with you. If an emergency occurs, you can contact them."
Myers nodded, not angry about Stark's sudden change in the investigation target. Of course, he could distinguish priorities. The Bronx is indeed important, but it is obviously impossible to be more important than the safety of the entire Jupiter or the Earth.
"How are you using magic?" Stark looked at Peter again and asked.
"It's OK." Peter nodded, and he leaped gently into the air, his body exuding a glimmer of light brought by the power of faith.
"Moonlight Knight, are you planning to go with us or stay on Earth to continue investigating?"
Schillerius thought about it and said, "I'll go with you."
Chapter completed!