Some of the replies below expressed doubts and some ridiculed them. Basically, no one believed these words. But Alex's worries became more and more serious.
This matter can't be kept secret for long. Quite simply, observing changes in solar radiation intensity is not something that requires high-end equipment and theory. Any veteran astronomer who actually spends some time observing the Sun in detail can come to the same conclusion. The government can monopolize all communication channels, but the government cannot monopolize knowledge.
Alex came to a certain professional astronomy forum again. The speech here verified Alex's idea. Here, the "reduction of solar radiation intensity" has basically become a recognized thing, but the people here obviously do not have much information. What they are discussing is only the formation mechanism of this event and the background behind it. physical principles.
They still regard this event as a normal process of solar activity, and have not suspected other aspects.
"But...if the level of solar radiation doesn't go up, they'll figure that out sooner or later. At that time, the information will spread to the whole society from people with astronomy expertise as the source, and everyone will know these things. This process is unstoppable, irreversible. By that time... there is no telling how many riots will break out above society, how many people will die."
"I hope the processing center is ready to deal with the riots... I hope that the construction of large-scale shelters near the equator can be completed before the riots become uncontrollable." Alex sighed deeply and turned off the computer.
It's already eight or nine o'clock. For the summer night, this time is still early. But Alex has no interest in doing other things. Alex took a simple shower and lay down on the bed.
Alex has a habit of lying in bed and thinking about things before falling asleep at night, integrating the information he has received throughout the day, and digging deeply into the aura that occasionally pops up during the day. Now, Alex hopes that he can draw conclusions by sorting out the information he obtained during the day at the most efficient time of the day.
But unfortunately, Alex's thoughtful thinking did not get any effect, but this thinking seriously affected Alex's sleep. Whenever Alex closed his eyes, a scene would appear in his mind. In this scene, the sky was snowing heavily, the cold wind was blowing constantly, and the tired people put all the clothes they could find. Clothed on the body but still unable to resist the invasion of the cold, someone suddenly fell down and died while walking, and the surviving people can fight for even a little food or fuel, life is in this scene. So humble, so insignificant.
That is hell, it is the cruelest **** that human beings can imagine. Civilization dies, order collapses, people degenerate into pure beasts without any morals, without any law and conscience, who can do anything in order to survive... that's the end of civilization. No, not just human civilization, that is the end of all life on earth.
A sense of mission and responsibility is forcing Alex to stay awake, forcing Alex to turn his brain desperately, trying hard to think about ways to change all this. Therefore, Alex still did not fall asleep until the early morning.
The sun once again completed a cycle of its own, emerging from below the horizon again, and pouring its already quite weak light and heat onto the earth. The cool morning breeze blew toward Alex from the open window, making Alex wrap his quilt tightly again.
There has never been such a moment when Alex feels that sunshine and warmth are so important. For the past four billion years, the Earth has been bathed in a steady stream of light and heat from the sun, so stable that all life on Earth ignores its existence and sees it as something something as it should be. Until it begins to show signs of fading, life on earth, including humans, can truly appreciate its preciousness. .
Because sunshine means life. There is no life without sunlight.
Alex lifted the quilt, exposing his chest to the cold morning air. Alex was unkempt, with a shaggy beard and pale complexion, described as haggard, but Alex's eyes were bright. There is a power emanating from the depths of the heart supporting Alex's body. Alex got up and washed his face casually without brushing his hair or teeth.
"Virat, are you there?" Alex called to the empty room.
"I'm here." Virat walked out from the balcony with an indifferent face and no expression, his body still straight, and his clothes still neat.
Alex has long been used to Virat's elusiveness. It seems that no matter when Alex calls Virat, Virat will immediately appear neatly dressed and appear in front of Alex with an indifferent face.
"Drive, take me to the research institute, I'm going to find something..." Alex said.