It took Tang Yue two seconds to remember what mad cow disease was. It was not a zoonotic disease at all. Humans would not be infected with mad cow disease, but infected cows would have their brain tissue fibrosis, which would eventually lead to insanity and dementia. Tang Yue chewed on this sentence several times, but he still felt that the cat was secretly calling him a brainless cow.
"I suspect that you are scolding me, but I can't find any evidence."
"I'm not scolding you."
Old Cat said, "Think about it carefully. Doesn't it sound romantic to become a traveler chasing sand and wandering on a vast desert planet?
I will record your deeds, and after billions of years, you will become a god worshipped and worshipped by the intelligent creatures of Mars. Just like Tolkien said … 'History becamelegend, legend becamelegenth.' History becomes legend, legend becomes myth. "
"Great Bodhisattva of Mars again?" Tang Yue stood under the lead-gray sky. "Fat Cat Shaman High Priest."
"No."
Old Cat spat out a string of obscure words, as if it was chanting a spell. "It's Kreuzfeldt Jekabu Dizisi Peishente."
Tang Yue froze for a moment. What is this?
"Which bird language are you speaking?"
"It's the sacrificial language of the Huaolani tribe in Ecuador, South America. They used to live in the dense tropical jungles and relied on hunting for a living. The people of this tribe believe that all things have spirits, and they call their god Kreuzfeldt."
Old Cat said, "Kreuzfeldt Jekabu Dizisi Peishente means' God of All Things, Wind Chaser. '"
Tang Yue was taken aback when he heard that. He was rather surprised. "You even know about such things?"
A minority tribe in a South American country, a long extinct language, and Old Cat could actually learn it?
Could it be that this was the talent for crosstalk?
For example, using the language of a primitive tribe in the jungles of South America to report the names of dishes?
Tang Yue imagined Old Cat in a long robe, two old Beijing cloth shoes, colorful peacock feathers on his head, and war tattoos on his face. He cleared his throat, cupped his hands, and greeted the audience below the stage. Then, he began to blabber, "Steamed panther, steamed Malay bear, steamed anteater with eight treasures, fermented viper with glutinous rice, roasted anaconda, roasted sirloin, stir-fried musk deer, stir-fried flying fox, stir-fried Spaniard …"
"I don't know much about the doctrines of primitive people. I just found it when I was sorting out the results of anthropological research. You have to know that there's nothing new under the sun. This kind of simple polytheism and animism are essentially the same, whether it's in Ecuador or Namibia," the Old Cat explained.
Tang Yue nodded slowly.
When discussing anthropological issues on Mars, he always felt that he was studying other races that had nothing to do with him. This was not the first time he felt this sense of alienation. Long-term life on an alien planet would gradually change human psychology.
When Earth and the expedition team were still around, Kunlun Station was a shrunken human society. Although the mission was long, the crew could still ensure that their psychological state was normal. But after Earth disappeared, Tang Yue was the only one left on Mars. Humans, as social animals, had lost the social environment they relied on.
Tang Yue was very worried about this change.
If he could really survive on Mars alone for ten years, it was hard to say what would survive ten years later.
"… Tang … Tang Yue?
Mr. Cat?
Calling Kunlun Station … Can you hear me? "
"Yes, girl, are you out of the no-signal area?"
Tang Yue subconsciously raised his head. If he could receive Mai Dong's signal, it meant that the Joint Space Station had flown above the horizon.
If his eyesight was strong enough, he should be able to see the Joint Space Station passing over his head.
Mai Dong heard Tang Yue's voice, and Tang Yue also heard Mai Dong's voice. Both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm out of the no-signal area. I'm eating today's meal."
In the Crystal module, Mai Dong could only do limited things. Other than eating, she could only sleep, and other than sleeping, she could only eat. She actually wanted to do something, but the Crystal module was now just a flying can without any power. It had lost almost all its functions, and Mai Dong was just a girl floating in the can with two pieces of compressed biscuits in her hands.
Fortunately, the Joint Space Station still had four solar panels. These four panels were the last source of energy, barely supporting the work of the computer and communications systems.
Mai Dong broke the compressed biscuits into seven pieces, and the pieces floated in the air.
She used to eat like this often — letting food and drinks float in the air, and then sucking the food into her mouth like a big fish eating a small fish. This was taught to her by the veterans in the Orion mission crew. To the veterans, eating was a game. On the space station, they only needed to use a little bit of force to push the bread far away. They would often push the bread around to feed each other. Zheng and Old Tang even liked to play such a trick — Zheng would float at the end of the module with his mouth open, and Old Tang would hit a chocolate ball with a baguette. If the chocolate ball was hit into Zheng's mouth, it would be considered a point.
Old Wang always emphasized that doing this would produce food debris!
Fine food scraps would be produced, floating around in the air!
The food debris would clog the ventilation ducts!
Of course, no one bothered with him.
In the end, Old Wang also personally participated. He had the highest score and successfully broke the record.
"Are you collecting soil?
Tang Yue? "
"Yes."
Tang Yue said, "Today, I collected about two liters of dry soil. If these two liters of dry soil were to be used as fertilizer …"
"It will use up water."
"I know it will. There's a ton of fresh water on the Tianzhou cargo spacecraft. Our shortage of fresh water will be greatly alleviated."
Tang Yue said that the Tianzhou 37 cargo spacecraft was no doubt their savior. When they were hungry, food was sent. When they were thirsty, water was sent. When they were sleepy, pillows were sent. Whatever they lacked was sent. Everything could be found on the Tianzhou spacecraft.
Now that he thought about it, it was a blessing to have someone in charge. After all, Tianzhou 37 was only the first cargo spacecraft in the next phase of the Mars mission. If Earth had not disappeared, Tianzhou 38 and 39 would have followed. Even the newly commissioned Orion III would have embarked on its journey.
If Earth was gone, they would have no parents and no one to care about them.
"Every tragic hero in history was not loved by their grandparents and uncles. I'm probably such a person too. The survivor of the previous civilization and the forerunner of the next civilization."
Tang Yue stood on the hill in a rather solemn and stirring manner as he looked into the distance at the desolate land. "Billions of years later, there will definitely be intelligent creatures standing here, sighing and saying, 'Back then, the great Lord Kreuzfeld Jekabu Dizisi Peishen stood on this holy altar …'
"Tang Yue, what are you talking about?"
Mai Dong frowned. She noticed this long and strange word. "Kreuzfeld … Fe … Te?"
"Kreuzfeld Jekabu Dizisi Pershentt." Tang Yue's tone was deep. "You don't understand, do you?
This is the language used by a tribe in Ecuador called the Waolani. It means the God of All Things, the Windseeker. "
Mai Dong nodded thoughtfully. But after a while, she said, "I seem to have heard this word somewhere."
Tang Yue was shocked.
It was understandable that the Old Cat knew the language of a primitive tribe in Ecuador in South America. After all, it was a robot and had a photographic memory. How could an agronomist like you have studied primitive religion?
"I have not studied anthropology, and I don't know what primitive tribe in Ecuador is," Mai Dong said. "But this … this is obviously an English phrase, right?
Kreuzfeld Jekabu Dizisi Pershentt. It should be the transliteration of the English phrase Kreuzfeldt-Jacobs disease epatient. I have seen it before when I was organizing the history of medicine. "
Tang Yue was stunned. He carefully recalled the pronunciation several times and realized that Mai Dong's words seemed to be correct.
"Then what does this word mean?"
"It means' patient with Kreuzfeldt-Jacobs disease. '"
Tang Yue was stunned.
Patient?
Isn't it the God of All Things, the Windseeker?
"What is Kreuzfeldt-Jacobs disease?"
Mai Dong hesitated for a few seconds.
"The human version of mad cow disease."