Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

On the day of the experiment, thick clouds were pressed over Princeton High Town as if a heavy rain was brewing.

Step into the PPPL lab, walk on an ark in the corridor, and all of a sudden you feel strange about the road.

It's like you're not going to the lab, you're on your way to the hospital maternity ward.

Think about it, the ark feels this way, and there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it.

The engineers and researchers of the entire "HE-3” project team have struggled for countless days and nights for this project, or just for such a vain possibility.

Including himself, it was no longer known how much energy had been devoted to the project.

Without exaggeration, the "HE-3 atomic probe” technique is his child.

Follow the corridor to the control room door and push the ark door indoors.

The interior layout is chaotic, the wires are chaotically wrapped together and tied together with several plastic ropes, especially computers used to control the electromagnetic field of the atomic gun, and the motherboard and wires are exposed to the outside.

After all, it is something that has been assembled in a hurry.

Engineers here can only ensure that there are no faults and that visitors here are applauded with amazement.

With a glance around the control room, the Ark quickly saw Professor Razelson.

However, besides Professor Razelson, a strange man stood beside him.

He noticed the ark coming this way, and the man reached out his right hand expressionlessly.

“Hello, Mr. Ark. ”

The ark was similarly discovered, and Professor Razelson introduced him to his superiors with great visibility.

“This is Professor Terry Brogue, Director of the PPPL Laboratory. ”

The man had to be looked at unexpectedly, and the ark held his hand and swayed.

“Hello.”

I've heard about Terry Brogue.

Probably last year, Professor Stewart Plugger, former director of PPPL, lost $438 million to the U.S. Department of Energy due to a failure of NSTX-U equipment, resigned and dumped the pot, and Terry Brogg “in jeopardy" succeeded the director of PPPL's laboratory and the head of Fusion Energy Science (FES), carrying the flag of future energy.

After taking over, the first thing he did was clean up the mess his predecessor left behind, while strengthening the management of scientific research funds.

Items that do not look practical are decisively chopped off, and if the "HE-3” project team does not show enough potential, I'm afraid this knife will fall on them too...

Thinking about it, the Ark suddenly figured out what this guy was here for.

Looking at the ark, Professor Brogue cleared his voice and said with no expression.

“First of all, congratulations on your success. ”

Ark: “Thank you. ”

“Don't thank me in any hurry, I didn't help, and what I'm about to say is not a good thing," stopped for a moment, Professor Brogue said with no expression, "If this experiment still fails, I hope to be able to suspend the project, because PPPL's researchers are not your private employees, and we can't waste time on a project without potential. ”

The ark's eyebrows slightly wrinkled: “Even if I'm willing to pay for it? ”

Staring at the canoe, Professor Brogue said inadvertently: "Yes. ”

There was something wrong with seeing the atmosphere between them.

Professor Razelson, who sensed this, coughed softly, rushed up to play the roundabout and pulled the ark aside.

Looking at Professor Razelson, the ark frowned and asked, “What exactly does he mean? ”

“Perhaps…” Professor Razelson hesitated, saying in an uncertain tone, "He's got $4 million on his research account…”

I don't want to speculate about my boss this way, but that's obviously true.

“Four million?” The ark was slightly stunned, but the focus was somewhat different from that of Professor Lazerson. "How come there are four million left? ”

Upon hearing this, Professor Razelson was almost choked to death.

Four million left?

Why are you still a little unhappy with your tone?

“Ten million is my random quote, and in fact the Brookhaven National Laboratory has a good relationship with us, and they can't find a better buyer for the old equipment that's been eliminated besides us. Taking into account the money on the original account, we only spent a total of over $7 million..."

Speaking of which, Professor Razelson's eyes are a little dodgy, "The problem is not here, but the remaining funds in our scientific research account. You know, while our days seem comfortable, it's hard to see the prospect of commercialization in the short term with controllable nuclear fusion, a technology that invests in the future, and the Congressional Budget Committee has been looking for our trouble..."

“It has nothing to do with me.” Ark headache.

Professor Razelson made a good point: "Of course it matters, if we cut off our project, it could be moved to a more promising project. ”

The ark stunned slightly and couldn't bear to squeal in its heart.

“Can you still do that? ”

“Who would have thought that you were going so fast,” Professor Razelson looked away and coughed softly, "If we had signed an agreement at the time to clarify the use of this endowment fund, things might have been better for us… but now that it doesn't make sense, we just have to succeed. ”

Naturally, no one will be able to move this funding on the research account of the “HE-3” project team, but only by cutting off the project team itself. This is immoral, but it is also part of procedural justice.

But as Professor Razelson said, there is no point in discussing it now.

If their project did not bear fruit, Professor Brogue would find a way to cut it off, even without the balance of $4 million in research funding.

After all, PPPL Laboratories has many more potential projects under way, and it is not possible to waste scientific research resources on a project that has no potential, even without having to bear the cost of the project.

As the person in charge here, he must consider the issue from the perspective of the whole situation.

So for the “HE-3” project team, they need a win to prove themselves!

……

With the arrival of the Ark, after a brief meeting, Professor Razelson officially opened the experiment.

Everyone held their breath at work in their respective positions.

Fear of disturbing the plasma in the vacuum chamber, as well as the impending helium 3 particles.

When everything was ready, Professor Razelson did not speak, but simply cast his gaze on the ark.

Nor did the Ark speak, only to silently raise his thumb.

Understanding what he meant, Professor Razelson took a deep breath and reached out and pressed the button.

All work has been done.

The rest…

And there's only prayer left.

Liquid helium through the gate gradually soaked the conductors in an ultra-low temperature environment, and gradually approached the critical temperature of the superconducting.

As soon as the magnetic rail temperature reaches the critical temperature of the superconducting coil, the current through the superconducting coil begins to rise sharply, brewing the initial velocity of the emission of the helium 3 atoms circling in the orbit.

At the moment signal light 1 was lit, the speed of the helium 3 atoms was raised to the limit, while the "atomic gun” completed its loading.

It's like loading a bullet and just falling apart.

Professor Razelson cast his sight on the ark.

In silent communication, the ark nodded.

This time, it's him.

Take a deep breath and the ark walks to the computer, pressing the second and last button.

Just as the trigger was pulled, the helium 3 atom moving outside the orbit was suddenly detached from the acceleration orbit and moved into a launch orbit tangential to the acceleration orbit.

No sound.

Nor can any phenomenon be seen.

Yet, just as the atomic gun fired helium 3, that helium 3 atom that was accelerated to its limit, like a loaded bullet, carried enormous amounts of energy and crashed into a burning plasma.

Electromagnetic wave signals collected on the detector were flooded with a layer of trembling ripples.

Everything happens for a moment, but for as long as a century.

At this moment, Professor Razelson and other researchers in the lab, as well as Professor Brogue, the director of the PPPL lab, breathed for half a second without exception.

It was also at the same moment that the helium 3 atomic nucleus of the plasma was punched through and hit the target material silently...

That faint fluctuation was quickly acutely captured by the probe behind the target material, feeding the impact data back into the lab computer screen.

Time, as if solidified in this second.

And the next second, there was a boiling cheer in the lab.

Professor Razelson threw his hat hard into the sky, waving his fists and cheering with agitation that was not in keeping with his age.

“We did it! We did it!”