Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Shanghai, in a conference room.

There are plenty of people sitting in this room, officials from the Ministry of Science and Technology, officers with shoulder stamps on their shoulders, academics from the Academy of Engineering, and experts in space.

One inch thick piece of meeting material is on the table in front of you.

At the top of the list is a paper with a prominent title.

Prospects for the Application of Controllable Fusion Miniaturization Technologies in the Field of Space and Technological Feasibility Discussion

For the applications of miniaturized controllable fusion reactors in the space field and the Hall thrusters associated with them, the paper describes some professionalism and argues with rigorous calculations the possibility of their technology being realized.

However, the validation of outstanding technical feasibility is inherently subjective.

Not to mention this advanced concept...

“This is bullshit! ”

Pa dropped the paper in his hand, and Wu Yancheng shook his head directly, without any courtesy criticizing him, “Looking at it alone, the thrust is much stronger than the chemical thruster, but the thrust is not going to solve the hard wound! ”

“Needless to say, for the VX-200SS ion engine that we at Space Four completed our trial run last year, we can achieve 200KW in power, and the total thrust is no more than 5N! Even if he could flip a hundred times, a thousand times, and use that thrust to push the spacecraft into near-Earth orbit? Sending an egg up is choking enough! ”

“The man who wrote this paper, he's not asleep! ”

“If it could all send satellites up from the surface, it could all fucking shoot satellites! ”

When Mr. Wu said that, the atmosphere in the conference room was a little awkward.

Though knowing this old scientist's temper is like that.

But Qigong, this thing...

Will you stop talking about it?

The expression on the face of the leader of the Ministry of Science and Technology was a little unwieldy, but the old man sitting next to him didn't care, but if he thought: “Can't you fix it? ”

Wu Yanshuang shook his head: “It can't be solved basically! ”

He doesn't know much about the miniaturization of controllable fusion and doesn't want to comment.

No one can say how the technology of the future will be.

The earliest fission battery had to be as big as a small house, and nobody saw it working on a spacecraft when it was first built.

However, in just a few years, almost the 1970s, the problem of miniaturization was properly addressed. By now, it can even be as big as a five-centimeter coin (1.95 cm in diameter, 1.55 mm thick, about a million times the volume energy density of a regular chemical cell).

However, the success of the demonstration reactor on the other side of the continent was only three months old, and now there are plans to mount the reactor on a spacecraft, mostly the kind that can't brag about the margins.

Listening to this old subordinate devalue the paper, Ren Changming's expression was also a little awkward, so he played a roundabout.

“The ideas put forward in this paper are indeed somewhat optimistic, and I admit that there are difficulties in trying to achieve the level stated in this paper, but I don't think that's entirely unresolved, is there? ”

“You've been away from the front line of scientific research for too long. I'm not going to theorize with you about this.” Wu Yanchuan did it, and the index finger dotted this paper. “Who wrote this paper? You get him over here, I'll talk to him face to face! ”

Neither did Ren Changming when he heard that.

He exchanged sights with the head of the Ministry of Science and Technology and the elderly man sitting next to him, and Xu Yuanming, who was awarded the privilege, coughed softly and spoke out.

“… written by Chief Lu. ”

The meeting room was quiet for a while.

The silence is terrible.

Mr. Wu's expression was slightly awkward and he reached out and picked up the paper again.

“… I'll think about it. ”

After a while, he made a sudden expression, miniaturizing the controllable fusion that had not previously been commented on as a step, burying his head and saying naggingly.

“Cough, I think I just missed a few places. Electricity pushes this thing. Whether thrust can be larger or power depends. I can't really do it with a conventional nuclear battery. Both power and electricity are hard injuries, but fusion batteries are really hard to say, it's hard to say...”

Xu Yuanming: “…”

In the conference room: “…"

Any project is subject to review by the Group of Experts, even the Nobel Prize and Lingyun Medal winners.

However, for this academic bull, it is not easy to find someone to review their project.

The class boundaries of domestic academia are obvious, and it is taboo to publicly comment on people with higher connections, status, and academic prestige than yourself.

That's why they deliberately hid the author's name.

But no one thought that the argument in this weekday was that even the former chief architect of the Lunar Project, Mr. Wu, would not let half of it be divided. After hearing that the author of the thesis was Professor Lu, he would not be able to assess his position at this time.

But from his previous reactions, it should be really hard to do.

Otherwise, his reaction would not have been so strong.

At this time, a man with a shoulder badge on his shoulder who had never spoken before, spoke with great seriousness.

“Can I tell you what I think? ”

Old man: “Go ahead. ”

The man paused and went on to say, "I don't know much about space, I don't judge here. But I think this research on controllable fusion miniaturization is quite necessary even without talking about Hall propellers and electric propulsion rockets. ”

“As described in this paper, if controlled fusion miniaturization technology can really be achieved, it may not only be applied to spacecraft, but also to our submarines and even aircraft carriers. ”

When I heard that, a lot of people in this room looked at each other and took it seriously.

After a moment of silence, the old man nodded.

“You're right, whether it's technically feasible or not, it's worth a try, even if we throw away the space project itself. ”

After a pause, he reached out and grabbed the pen and annotated it on the meeting documents.

“Approve the project. ”

After thinking about it for a while, he seemed to feel weak enough and then added a line to it.

“The relevant authorities cooperate fully. ”

Looking at the two lines, the old man nodded satisfactorily.

But at this point, he suddenly remembered something and said.

“By the way, ask Professor Landing, if he has no objection himself, find a place to release the paper. ”

He laughed and continued, “Now that the smoke bomb has been released a lot, at least let people see it. We have to make some moves. ”

……

Jinling University.

Step one classroom.

After the class bell rang, the ark closed the book in its hand and turned away from the classroom.

Since his mathematics class began, it has been almost full. Not only do a lot of undergraduates who haven't even enrolled in this class come to the lecture, but some master's, doctors, and even other professors from several houses come to the lecture occasionally.

As far as the Ark was concerned, he still enjoyed communicating with students.

Occasionally thinking about the next few simple questions is also a unique way to relax for him.

After classes, if not busy, he leaves 20 to half hours to answer extra-curricular questions raised by students.

Unfortunately, however, there will be a meeting later on on on the miniaturization of controlled fusion, which I'm afraid will not be available today.

On the way to the experimental building of several institutes, before the Ark intends to return to the Institute of Higher Studies, put the textbooks and the plan at the office and point out a few of his students.

At this point, however, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

When the Ark pulled out its phone and looked at it, it found that Yang Xu had called, pressed the on button and affixed the phone to the opening canal of the ear.

“Hello?”

Yang Xu: “An elderly man who claims to be an Academician of Engineering Physics of the Chinese Academy of Sciences came to visit you... do you know him? ”

You're here so soon?

Hearing that the academician had arrived, the expression on the ark was somewhat surprising. The meeting didn't start until 5: 00. He thought that the experts he had hired would have to arrive after 4: 30 p.m., but it turned out that the old gentleman had arrived so early.

Looks like the experimental building over there can't make it.

“I invited him to take him to conference room C1 at the Institute of Physics. ”

Yang Xu: “Okay. ”

Hanging up the phone, Ark opened the address book and dialed the phone to Wang Peng.

“Where are you now? ”

Wang Peng: “At the school door. Do you need a car? ”

Ark: “Well, come pick me up in the staircase. ”