Watching Doctor Rain, her hair completely white, High Engineer pondered for a moment before asking another question.
"Do you have enough lifespan left?"
The lifespans of members of a Level Three civilization had limits.
It was just that the faction's rapid development had caused everyone to unconsciously overlook this point.
Under normal circumstances, members of a Level One civilization generally lived for 100 to 200 years.
Members of a Level Two civilization lived a little longer, roughly 300 to 500 years.
Level Three civilizations lived even longer, with an average lifespan of about a thousand years.
Doctor Rain had genuinely spent over a thousand years in this parallel universe. In other words, she was already in the final stage of her lifespan.
"It's fine. Before the cells in this body completely lose their vitality, I'll replicate the cells, cover a biological planet with them, evolve into planetary consciousness, and continue my research."
Doctor Rain spoke indifferently.
Oh, right. He had almost forgotten. Biological civilizations had plenty of outrageous methods for extending their lifespans.
As for ascended civilizations, after ascension, they could adjust the "lifespan" of every generation of members themselves.
In theory, they could stretch the "lifespan" option to an absurdly high number.
However, ascended civilizations that did so generally had a very low chance of successfully ascending again.
Therefore, in most cases, setting a generation's "lifespan" to around "ten thousand years" was a relatively reasonable figure.
Lifespan technology was a major branch of ethical technology, the kind that could support an entire specialized field of study.
However, High Engineer did not need to study it. In less than a thousand years, a world-ending crisis would arrive in the main universe.
The entire universe was about to go under. Even if you added a few more zeros to your lifespan,