Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

The meeting resumed.

Stepping to the conference room, Professor Kleber photographed a stack of copies on the table and gestured at the assistant behind him, who also held a stack of papers, indicating that he would send them down.

Professors and engineers at the table met face-to-face and did not know what Professor Crabb was planning to do.

Picking up the paper, Erdol simply swept his eyes and frowned slightly.

“What is this thing? ”

With his hands on the table, Professor Kraber glanced.

“That's what we've been waiting for! ”

Erdor hesitated because he was a little uncomfortable with the fanatical gaze.

“Are you sure this thing is reliable? ”

Professor Kleber said in an incredibly positive tone: “The author of the thesis is Professor Lu of Princeton, this year's Fields Prize winner. If his mathematical model is unreliable, I can't think of anyone else in the world who deserves our trust. ”

“Plasma turbulence... turbulence... I had a headache when I saw the two words turbulence," I left my paper on the table, and the plasma physics expert sitting at the corner of the conference table pinched my eyebrows, "I'm a plasma physics expert, not here to discuss fluid mechanics with you. ”

There are also professors who are silent, eyebrows locked in and stare at the papers in their hands, studying the complex process of calculation. The Maple Society has many bulls, not to mention visiting scholars from all over the world.

Among these people, there's always a bull who's good at math.

But it doesn't matter if you're not familiar with it.

Just like Kleber.

Although he could not understand the discussion, many people could still understand it as a mathematical model of conclusions and as a result of the hypercomputational simulations posted in the paper.

Keeping an eye on Professor Hessinger, Kleber said seriously: “I know this sounds kind of ridiculous, and the turbulence is largely a consensus in physics. But if this model is truly reliable, we can basically modify our control protocols based on it to achieve the goal of reducing plasma collisions with the first wall. ”

After a long silence, Professor Hessinger finally made the decision.

“Try it. ”

The best way to test truth is practice.

Just as they are using models, they are also based on the experience of countless experiments.

Upon hearing this, Erdor looked incredibly at Professor Hessinger, "Are you sure you want to change the plasma control protocol? Because I don't know if there's a chance to publish this paper? ”

Professor Hessinger looked at him silently.

“What choice do we have? ”

Changing the control plan is not an easy thing.

But such procedural changes are much easier than systemic changes...

……

After the paper was submitted, the Ark didn't care about it anymore.

Interestingly enough, this time he hung a preprint on the Arxiv website, but when he got a peer click, he didn't trigger the system's determination that the task was complete.

It appears that the rules for determining the problems to which such biases are applied differ from those of mathematical assumptions, and disclosure may not be the only criterion for determining the completion of a task.

Recall carefully the description of the task, and remember that the original language of the task requirement was “to establish a mathematical model for the phenomenon of plasma turbulence in the mimetics".

Does the mission's determination also include that at least one imitator must have used his model?

If that's the case, the task may be a bit difficult...

Even top-of-the-line journals like PRX are less likely to be accepted by research institutions.

And most importantly, there are too few imitators in the world...

Of course, it does not rule out the possibility that his research is problematic.

Although the Ark feels that this is unlikely...

In short, after confirming that the paper was in peer review, the ark slowed down the pace of work slightly.

From the NS equation to the study of plasma turbulence, he basically hasn't had much leisure time in the last six months, except for the days when he went to Brazil for the convention.

After all, he is not a machine, he also needs to rest...

On the lawn by Lake Carnegie, a group of undergraduate boys are testing drones.

The annual Autumn Games are about to start again, and this is the most critical time for training.

As an advisor to the club, or coach, the ark comes and goes when it's not busy.

On the one hand, there are some technical problems with these boys, and on the other hand, it's an opportunity to blow the wind by the lake and get some sun.

Sitting next to the ark, club president Jimmy pulled the grass next to his shoes and suddenly spoke.

“Professor, I'm graduating next year. ”

“Oh? Maybe I can give you some good advice, like recommending some reliable professors. ”

For this freckle-faced boy, the ark impression is still good.

Although he did not know many professors of engineering, it was fine to ask someone familiar about other professors.

However, unexpectedly, Jimmy shook his head.

“I don't intend to go to school, I intend to graduate directly. ”

The Ark looked at him unexpectedly.

“Graduated? Are you ready to do something? ”

“Drones!” Staring at the little guy flying in the sky, Jimmy looked at me and said, “I'm going to start a drone company, which is my dream. ”

"This sounds like an interesting idea," said Ark Khan. But, Jimmy, what are you gonna do with the drone? ”

Jimmy replied with a smile: "There are a lot of things that can be done, like for delivery, like for pizza delivery. ”

Drone delivery?

Suddenly I hear this word, I really miss it...

Looking at the little guy hovering in the sky, the ark can't help but recall his college days and the papers he sent in college days.

Remember when he also received a smooth offer.

Suddenly, the Ark wondered, if it had not refused the offer at the time, but chosen to suspend its studies to study drone logistics in a smooth lab, what would it be like now?

This stuff in life is amazing...

Jimmy: “Professor? ”

The ark returned to its senses: "What's the matter? ”

“What do you think of the idea of delivering a drone?” Jimmy looked seriously at the Ark and asked for advice.

“Very brilliant idea, how can I put it? I'm also very fond of this project, but I haven't had an investment plan lately--”

Jimmy smiled: "No, you misunderstood. I don't need your investment. My father would lend me $5 million in start-up capital, which is enough for me. ”

Ark: “…”

Well, it looks like he did it himself.

But then again, why is it that apart from his own students, he always feels like he has a good relationship with several students who are homeowners...

“In that case, take good care of your future. I can't help you with anything else, but I can recommend you a few good papers... although it just outlines a general framework and is not really done.” After a pause, the Ark continued, "But they are in the universal press, I am not sure if the database of the Stone Library is included, you may have to be a little patient when looking...”

The grief of the universal press is probably right here, and even if you do a first-rate job, you end up being treated in a third-rate way.

Even though it was redeemed for the purpose of passing the task with points, it was also produced by the system.

The ark felt that the quality of the papers was still good. Although it was a bit watery when it was dismantled, it should be able to achieve good results by following that framework.

But Jimmy didn't dislike it. When he heard the ark, his eyes lit up and he immediately said, "Be sure to recommend it to me! ”

The ark didn't give a shit, and I touched a handwritten copy out of my pocket.

He can't remember what kind of scholarly meeting this manuscript came from. It's usually used to record inspiration, and it says formulas and symbols that only he can read.

A blank piece of paper was ripped off, and the ark wrote down the name and approximate date of the journal and handed it over to Jimmy.

“Here you go. ”

“Thanks!”

The note was taken from the canoe's hand, and Jimmy put it in his pocket if he got the treasure.

Looking at the way he values it, the Ark hopes to help him a little bit with something he no longer needs.

At this point, the phone in the pocket suddenly shook twice.

Standing up and patting the grass crumbs on his pants, the ark went to the lakeside trail and touched the phone in his pocket.

Xiao Ai: [Master, there is a new email! (๑ • ㅂ •)✧]

The pop-up window on the screen was swept, and the ark clicked on the link and logged into the mailbox.

Coincidentally, there are two unread emails lying in the mailbox.

A copy was sent by PRX, informing him that the peer review had been completed and that the paper would be published in the latest issue of PRX.

As for the other one, it came from the Maple Society Institute of Plasma Physics…