It was a kind of sweetness, a sweetness that penetrated deep into the heart. Even though Lynn's heart had been as calm as a windless day for years, she could still feel this forceful, passionate sweetness.
When the plane landed and Lynn followed Hermione off the aircraft, she saw for the first time this country she had once read about in books.
Known for its romance, Country F didn't give Lynn any extra feelings as she walked down the streets.
People were just living ordinary lives, walking ordinary walks, immersed in their own routines.
How much does a manufactured cultural atmosphere really have to do with the masses of people running around for their daily bread?
Mr. and Mrs. Granger's circumstances were truly good. As dentists, they had high incomes themselves, and combined with the fact that both had significant savings, they didn't hesitate to book the best hotel in Paris for their trip.
The two of them shared one room, while Hermione and Lynn shared another. Standing by the window of their room at night, Lynn looked at the dimming lights outside without saying a word.
Hermione finished her shower and walked out of the bathroom drying her hair. She came to Lynn's side and looked at her sideways.
"What are you thinking about?"
Lynn blinked and pursed her lips slightly. "I'm thinking about how long it will take for this world to become like us."
Her voice was flat and waveless, yet it made Hermione's heart ache uncontrollably.
"Become like you? You mean, become like your world?"
"Yes."
Lynn answered calmly. Just now, standing by the window, she had watched the heavy traffic and brilliant lights, and for some reason, she began calculating the total resources the Earth could produce and the approximate resource consumption of the global population.
Through calculation and analysis, she was determining how long it would take for this world to fall into the same old path they had taken.
Thinking about what Lynn had said about her original world, Hermione reached out and took her hand. "Will such a thing really happen?"
"It will."
Lynn said without hesitation, "According to data projections, the total resources of this world will also reach a state of extreme scarcity in nearly a thousand years."
"There's still nearly a thousand years," Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. "Then we still have plenty of time."
Nearly a thousand years... at the rate of human development, resources shouldn't be a problem by then, right?
Lynn lowered her eyes. A series of sharp pains pulsed in her brain as calculations she had been deliberately avoiding flooded back into her mind.
Long-term over-exploitation, long-term life-and-death struggle—did her original world not produce geniuses? Did her original world not have people who made achievements?
Certainly not.
"It's useless."
The indifferent response made Hermione look at her. "Useless? What do you mean? Why would it be useless?"
Lynn looked up and turned to face Hermione, her eyes filled with a dead silence.
"According to the analysis, the number of geniuses produced in my original world and the speed of technological progress both indicated that the resource shortage problem could have been solved fifty years ago."
"And the living standards of all humanity could have been more than doubled."
"But facts proved the analysis wrong. There was a major error in the data. Technological progress did not solve the resource problem."
"Resources remained scarce. Therefore, the conclusion can be drawn that even with technological progress, the resource shortage problem will still arrive, and the situation of our world will still occur."
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