Technological Supremacy Chapter 70: Mr Sigurdson
Mr. Sigurdsson is sixty-two years old. He is a physicist and holds a post at the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences.
At the same time, he is a staunch liberal, and a vegetarian.
He advocates accepting refugees, refuses to use furniture made of non-environmentally friendly materials, and lives in a small house with a garden in the suburbs of Stockholm.
Although he owns a Volvo gasoline-electric hybrid car, he still insists on commuting to get off work by bicycle every day.
Only when he takes his wife to the holiday house every summer, will the Volvo car be driven out to bask in the sun.
Mr. Sigurdsen had a scar on his forehead. It was a cold night when he was cornered by three young men who spoke Pashto and forced him to hand over his wallet with a fruit knife. and mobile phone, and beat him up.
When it was discovered that Mr. Sigurdsson was using an old-fashioned Nokia mobile phone, the three young Pashto-speaking young people felt furious, called him a stubborn old bastard, and returned the phone The old mobile phone, as hard as a brick, hit him **** the forehead.
From then on, that dark red scar was left behind.
The next day, Mr. Sigurdson appeared in Congress angrily, protesting against the lack of fraternity and care in this depraved country, accepting refugees, but not giving them enough money for consumption, so that young people among them, Will take risks in the dark.
For the three young people who spoke Pashto, Mr. Sigurdson was full of sympathy and guilt.
"What we have done is really terrible. Why can't we distribute more of our social welfare to refugees? Refugees are kind people who need sympathy and care. If they have enough welfare, they will never offend me This kind of old man."
All in all, Mr. Sigurdsson is such a man of great sentiments.
One day in September, as usual, he came to the office by bicycle.
Assistant Anderson handed him a stack of photocopied paper very excitedly.
"Sir, take a quick look. This is a journal called Xingchen, which contains papers on energy wave technology. They even invented an energy transmission chain that can be switched at will!"
Mr. Sigurdson frowned angrily, "I must point out that photocopying other people's works at will is serious piracy, and I refuse to accept it! If we need this academic journal, why not buy one What about?"
Anderson hurriedly said, "Sir, the stars are only sold in China."
"Then let the office of the Academy of Sciences in Huaxia, after buying it, send it back urgently."
Anderson blushed, "Sir, you don't know something. Xingchen is a Chinese journal. Even if it is mailed back, we can't read it."
Mr. Sigurdson frowned, his mustache raised, "What's the matter, academic papers are published in English. Don’t they even care about the Nobel Prize if they publish English papers?”
"It's already September now, and we present the awards every October. They will definitely not be able to catch up this year, but they still have a great chance next year, if they are willing to perform well and find nominees with enough weight."
Mr. Sigurdson muttered, but he caught a glimpse of the copy paper brought by his assistant, which was all in English, so he asked curiously, "Didn't you say that there is no English version?"
"This is the translated version of Stanford University." The assistant explained.
"Translating other people's works without permission is also a serious violation of intellectual property rights. Fortunately, Stanford University is the world's leading top research institution. Don't they even understand this truth? It's shameful, you know it, I am most opposed to intellectual property infringement in my life.”
The assistant felt aggrieved and helpless, so he had to tell the truth to Mr. Sigurdsson.
"According to the news from Huaxia, there will be no English version of Star Journal, not now, nor will there be any in the future." The young man Anderson said, "Not only Stanford University, except for the Chinese academia, the whole world uses pirated editions. , there are already hundreds of translated versions, but none of them have been authorized.”
The upright Mr. Sigurdsson almost beat the case, and respecting copyright is the minimum moral standard for a scientific worker.
Is the whole world pirating Star Journals?
This is so shameful!
Anderson paused, "Also, Star Technology, which researches energy wave technology, has publicly declared that they will not apply for the Nobel Prize."
Mr. Sigurdson's eyes widened. He couldn't believe his ears.
The Nobel Prize is the highest honor for scientific and technological workers in the world, and the temple of science. Anyone who is awarded a Nobel Prize should burst into tears with excitement and be grateful to the award committee.
And energy wave theory and technology, do not even plan to apply for the Nobel Prize?
For a moment, the old man felt dizzy in the brain, not knowing whether the world was changing too fast, or his high blood pressure was attacking again.
"Shame is the bottom line of a scientist!"
"I refuse to read a pirated periodical, let alone an unauthorized translation!"
"Get it out of my sight! It's an insult to me!"
"I would rather go to **** than allow anyone to insult my honor!"
Mr. Sigurdson roared in a rare way, and the young Anderson had no choice but to leave the husband's office with those illegal and pirated books in his arms.
After Anderson left, Mr. Sigurdson paced ~IndoMTL.com~ in his office looking confused and agitated.
A well-known scientific research that changed history did not intend to apply for the Nobel Prize, and they didn't even bother to publish the English version of the paper, which is really incomprehensible.
From early morning to noon to evening.
Mr. Sigurdsson is not in the mood to work. When he opened the webpage, scientists all over the world are discussing energy wave transmission technology, but he is the only one who knows nothing about this astonishing research.
The soul is suffering from pain, and the desire to know the truth is fighting frantically with the honor and morality that Mr. Sigurdson values most.
At dinner, his wife made his favorite vegetable balls, but he couldn't eat them all, so he changed into his sports clothes and went for a jog in the park.
But exercise could not calm Mr. Sigurdsson. He lay on the bed in the middle of the night, staring straight at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep for a long time, and heard his wife's occasional snoring in his ears.
"Damn it! I can't stand it!"
shouted Mr. Sigurdson, jumped out of bed, rushed into his study, turned on the computer, and looked for illegal translations of the Star Journal.
His wife woke up from a dream thinking he was having some kind of mental outbreak and almost called an ambulance.
Fortunately, Mr. Sigurdsson quickly found what he wanted. The whole world is watching pirated copies, and illegally translated papers are already everywhere.
Keeping his eyes on the screen, Mr. Sigurdsen never left his study or drank a drop of water from early morning to early morning, and all his attention was attracted by the wonderful content in the thesis.
When the sun rises again and caresses the Nordic land.
Mr. Sigurdson let out a sigh of relief. He finally came to his own conclusion.
"Well, it smells so good!"