Internet data in the next 30 years

  Zhi Yi Meng slowly woke up from his sickbed, feeling as if his entire body was floating lightly, and his head still felt dizzy.

  A female nurse walked up to him, touched his forehead and softly asked: "Are you awake?"

  Zhi Yi Meng murmured a response, opened his eyes to see a beautiful face, the nurse's uniform seemed a bit too big and not as trendy as those he usually saw on TV, but instead looked old-fashioned. He scanned the room, which didn't seem like a hospital room at all. There was a portrait of Chairman Mao on the wall, along with some particularly fake landscape paintings, and the furniture in the room looked especially simple and outdated.

  "Where am I?" Zhi Yiming said a sentence, and then felt his mouth was particularly dry, his voice was particularly hoarse.

  The careful nurse discovered the problem, picked up a thermos from his bedside, and Zhiyiming was even more surprised. He hadn't seen this kind of thermos since he was a kid, it's an old standard thing, how come someone still uses this kind of thermos to hold water?

  "Thank you," Qi Yi Ming took over a large ceramic cup and said to the female nurse.

  "Wait a moment, the superiors asked me to inform them when you wake up. You've been unconscious for two days." The female nurse didn't answer Qi Yiming's question, but instead smiled and turned around to walk out of the room.

  Qī Yī Míng had a vague premonition, the old-fashioned room decor, cement floor, glazed earthenware pot, old thermos, and the obviously out-of-fashion Mao Zedong portrait, until several middle-aged men wearing faded military uniforms and octagonal hats walked in, Qī Yī Míng had already sentenced himself.

  Before several serious middle-aged men in military uniforms could speak up, Qi Yi Ming asked: "Which one of you can tell me what year this is?"

  The military man with thick eyebrows and big eyes replied casually with his hands behind his back, "1985, comrade, perhaps you can tell us which year you are from?"

  Zi Yi Ming's entire body seemed to have been drained of all its strength, and his mind began to fill with chaotic thoughts. His body also started to convulse. The military-clad man saw that things were not going well and called the female nurse back in again.

  The nurse quickly pressed Zhi Yiming back onto the bed with the help of two big men, checking his pulse, pupils and tongue coating, but a minute later, Zhi Yiming gradually calmed down.

  The female nurse turned her head to the military-clad man and said: "Commander, I don't know what this symptom is either. It seems like a neurological disorder, but it doesn't seem quite right."

  "In 2015," Qiyuan suddenly sat up in bed again and answered the military-clad man's question.

  The man in uniform looked at the female nurse and frowned slightly, immediately waving his hand to let her leave. The female nurse knew that these people were all involved in confidential work, so she quickly left from inside the door.

  The man in military uniform stretched out his hand and shook hands with Zhi Yimeng, introducing himself: "My name is Liao Huairou, I work at the Central Secret Bureau. So you're from thirty years later? I didn't expect that our country's technology would be so advanced thirty years later?"

  Zhi Yi Ming immediately shook his head and said: "What you saw is not from the real world of 2015, although thirty years later technology has advanced, but it's not to that extent."

  Liao Huairan was very interested and said: "You know something, don't you?"

  "Ugh, I was just playing computer games at home, and then suddenly the computer screen flashed blue and I got sucked in here. And somehow, it seems like I've formed some kind of connection with that game called 'Red Alert', it's become a real thing, that's what you see there. The information about it is already printed in my brain, so I know what that huge metal building is. By the way, in the game, that thing is called a Mobile Construction Vehicle, and after transforming, it's called the Construction Yard."

  "Computer games?" Liao Huairén was somewhat left behind, "It's just a computer, how did the computers used for scientific research become playthings for you people thirty years later?"

  "Even in 1985, the United States had developed simple computer games and personal computers were starting to become popular." The underlying implication of his words was that as a staff member of the Central Secretariat, you didn't even know this.

  It's not strange for Liao Huaren, after all, it's not the era of knowledge explosion and information is not that easy to collect, people are eager for various information but hard to get, Liao Huaren's work is not in this area, so he doesn't know.

  "Excuse me, Comrade Liao, can you first explain to me how I returned to thirty years ago?"

  Liao Huairou's mouth curled up slightly, and he said: "One of our scientists was studying parallel planes, wanting to set up a channel that could connect two worlds. As a result, something went wrong, and then you came with the... oh, base car to our era."

  "So is this experiment reversible? Can you send me back?"

  "Uh, I'm afraid it's not possible. First of all, the experimental equipment was destroyed, and this time's test results were completely different from what the researchers expected. Even if we found a way to send you back, it would be a long time from now." Liao Chengzhi said with feigned regret.

  He put on a smile again and said to Qi in a loud voice, "However, we are very interested. What happened during these thirty years? Comrade Qi, can you tell us?"

  Chi hummed thoughtfully for a moment, then said: "I have a better way. When I crossed over, the Red Alert game phenomenon materialized, and a large amount of online data formed a database that was built into that base car."

  Liao Huairén exclaimed: "All the information? What's in it?"

  "For 30 years, almost all news, a large number of online versions of scientific papers, and a vast amount of audio-visual information - in short, everything that was on the internet one second before I crossed over - has been copied onto the base's servers."

  Until the 1990s, the World Wide Web was gradually recognized by people. Liao Huaren did not know what the Internet was, but he roughly understood Qi Yiming's meaning. It is hard to imagine how much advantage all the data in these thirty years will bring to this country that is rapidly catching up.

  "But there's a problem, that building you call the main base, after we rescued you, it seems to have been shut down and we can't get in."

  Zhi Yi Ming pointed to his own head with his finger and said, "I told you earlier that thing is connected to my brain, I can control the operation of this main base, take me back and I can open it."

  Liao Huairan did not answer immediately but asked: "Can't you open it here?"

  Zi Yi smiled and asked: "You don't trust me, right?"

  Liao Huairan did not deny it, but said: "Everything is based on safety first. After all, your appearance does not conform to the attempt, and what you say is too absurd. You should understand that when people face the unknown, they will produce fear. We need to minimize the possible harm as much as possible."

  Zi Yi nodded and said, "I understand. I can open the base here, but without my guidance, you don't even know what equipment does what, are you going to go in and grope around by yourselves?"

  "Can't you write down an instruction manual?"

  "It's too much trouble." Qi Yi Ming shook his head.

  He immediately smiled and said: "Don't worry, I don't have any bad intentions. Like all of you, I am a patriot. Before crossing over, I even passed the party school exam and became an active member of the party."

  The empty words of Bai Ya's speech, Liao Huairou and the others couldn't take it lightly, but apart from letting Qi Yiming return to that mysterious main base, there seemed to be no other way out. Of course, after the Dawn Plan encountered this unexpected event, it had already reached the highest level, and Liao Huairou didn't have the power to decide anything, so he had no choice but to call his superiors for instructions.

  Until that afternoon, the superior's instructions came down - allowed but highly vigilant.

  Sitting in the jeep and setting foot on the grassland again, Qi Yi Ming was not being interrogated, but two military men with tense faces were sandwiching him on either side. If he made any slight movement, they would definitely take control of him.

  The car drove all night to the base located on the shores of Lake Dari Nur, and when Zhi Yi Ming arrived, it was already early morning sunrise. The military had set up temporary tents near the base for guard duty, and it seemed that the researchers were not allowed to leave before, just guarding here.

  As soon as Chi Yi Ming got off the car, he heard an old man's voice calling out: "Is he back? Is that child back? Let me take a look quickly."

  All I saw was a bald old man with white hair, wearing a white gown, walking over with the support of a pretty young girl.

  Liao Huairen explained from the side: "It's this experiment presided over by Academician Zhao."

  Qī Yī Míng looked at the old man with gritted teeth, he was having a good time playing games at home, but ended up being dragged into his failed experiment thirty years ago. He hated him so much that he wanted to kick him twice. However, seeing how old he had become, Qī Yī Míng could only shake his head and sigh.

  Liao Huairou stepped forward and blocked Zhao, saying: "Zhao, the nature of this matter has changed. It's completely different from what you expected. Therefore, we can't give you full authority to intervene in this matter."

  That delicate girl turned out to be a hot-tempered one and loudly said: "Why? It was obviously my teacher's efforts that led to all this, you can't let my teacher leave!"

  "Professor Zhao looked at Qi Yiming for a while before finally spitting out a few words: 'Child, I'm sorry.'"

  Everyone was puzzled as to why Academician Zhao apologized to Qi Yiming, but they soon guessed a rough idea. Qi Yiming sighed and said: "Old Zhao, it doesn't matter, things have come to this, I can only follow the course of nature."

  Liao Huairou looked at Qi Yiming's calm expression and felt a sense of empathy. His comrades who had no home to return to, existed as non-existent people, similar to Qi Yiming's situation. At least those comrades who hid their names could still catch a glimpse of their families from afar, take a look at their hometowns. But what about this child from thirty years later?