Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Phone hung up.

Gently exhaled the cloudiness in his chest, lowered his phone's ark and cast his gaze at the thick pile of draft paper on the table, with a delightful smile on his face.

“Thirty-one days… this is probably the longest shutdown I've had in a while.” After a glance at the calendar on the phone lock screen, the ark sent out an emotion like yes.

How long has it been since I felt this way?

Long gone, he can't even remember.

Since the breakthrough of LV10 in the mathematical hierarchy, most of the computational challenges have lost their meaning to him, and in many cases, when he sees a mathematical formula, even with mathematical intuition, he is able to quickly lock in a few unfolding formulas that may be useful for the next thought.

For others, imagining alone the high-dimensional space that consumes almost all brain cells, as well as those abstract differential streams, is as simple as a building block in the hands of a child.

This time, however, the situation was somewhat different.

Very rarely, when he wrote the first line of formula, his mathematical intuition did not tell him in the first place which direction to go. Cluttered clues are like tangled wool, making it difficult to clear up the clues.

And as he kept changing his methods and continued to explore the depths of the maze, more and more difficulties and traps began to show the tip of the iceberg in front of him.

More than once, the Ark questioned whether its guess was just an unreliable brain hole.

Fortunately, however, he didn't give up until he found a suitable differential fluid on the compound plane, converted it into algebraic form through the method of algebraic geometric unification theory, and introduced it into the functional expression corresponding to the high-dimensional space, finally pushing the last door before the labyrinth end...

“A very typical high topology question, like Pongale's guess...”

The pen turned around and looked at the contents of the draft paper. The ark smiled shallowly and continued to speak to itself.

“But it is much more difficult than Pongale assumes this purely mathematical problem, and it involves far more than just a few differential streams or some kind of high-dimensional space. ”

“Good thing this is one of my best areas. ”

One of the first millennium challenges he solved was the existence of NS equations.

At the time, he constructed a differential fluid called the L-flow, which directly pushed down the giant wall called "Plenty or Complexity” in front of the hydrodynamic engineers.

So far, he has used this weapon to destroy many of the dragons that guard his treasure.

Now, in a similar way, he has once again killed a monster that stands in the way of the deepest mystery of human civilization and the universe.

And this monster is much more vicious than a giant dragon.

And the treasure it guards is much more precious than the usual millennium problem...

“… space-time tells matter how to move and matter tells space how to bend. ”

“The particles on the n-dimension do not move onto the n-1 dimension for no reason, and once this transition occurs, it is not only the matter on the string that must be moved, but also opens a channel between the string and the string. ”

“And this channel, it can be defined mathematically. ”

Looking at almost a full sheet of paper and the formula that was destined to change the future fate of human civilization, the corner of the ark raised a triumphant smile.

“… the next step is to put it on the computer. ”

It would be boring if only he knew about this happiness.

It took about two hours for the ark to reconstitute the certification process on the draft paper and then, in the form of a paper, enter them seriously onto the computer.

"Z Particle Transition Effect Responses to Space-Time Curvature Effects"

Finally, the title of the paper was drawn up, the paper was finally edited on the ark, the paper was uploaded to ARXIV, a lazy waist was stretched back against the chair, and some acidic shoulders were moved down.

“… and the next step is to prove my guess experimentally. ”

While the physics community may not accept his "brain hole” immediately, as chairman of the IMCRC, he has absolute authority over how to waste next year's money.

Especially since the last Z particle incident, almost no one has been able to challenge his authority. Even if all council members vote no, the vast majority of physicists in the IMCRC will certainly be on his side.

“Let me think… deploy a 'Z particle clock' in synchronous orbit and a moon orbit, respectively? No, wait, the distance between the Moon and Earth orbit seems a little too short, so let's switch to Mars orbit. ”

The consignment work and the order for the "Z particle clock" can be digested from within the Moon Orbit Construction Committee's partner units.

There is a complete blueprint in the heart of the ark for how to achieve the entire experiment.

There is only one thing he wants to do now.

That is to share the joy of his heart with his beloved...

“Em, send a message for me and Wang Peng and let him come downstairs to pick me up. ”

[Yes, master. ('-')]

……

By the time the boat went out, it was 10: 00 PM, and by the time he got on the purple electricity MAX parked downstairs, the snowflakes were already floating.

Looking at the snowflakes that lit up next to his eyes, Wang Peng, who had started the car, asked casually.

“Are you going this late? ”

The ship thought about it and said, "Did you get here before 11: 00? ”

“It won't be that long, 10: 30 is probably enough. ”

“Then let's go. ”

About a twenty minute drive, a purple sedan stopped at the entrance to a luxury neighborhood in the heart of the high-tech park.

Through the facial recognition control of the doorman, an umbrella boat walked into the neighborhood, stood in the elevator, came to the familiar door, and gently pressed the doorbell.

Soon, he heard the noise behind the door, and then the familiar noise.

“Who?”

“It's me.”

With a warm wind, the door creaked open and immediately followed by the face filled with joy and surprise, appeared behind the door.

“Why did you come to me all of a sudden? Didn't even mention it in advance... I, I didn't even clean it up, you wait. ”

Suddenly realizing that he was wearing a nightgown without makeup or comb, Chen Yushan consciously wanted to close the door.

Fortunately, the canoe's eyes hurried, first sticking his foot in the door, sweating.

“… do you want to freeze me to death outside? ”

Although there was a central air conditioner outside, it was a little difficult to freeze people to death, but when she changed her clothes and changed her makeup, the ark felt like it was ready to fall asleep.

After hearing the Ark, Chen Yushan noticed the snowflake on his shoulder that had not melted yet. His cheeks were slightly embarrassed and he whispered.

“I'm almost asleep, I didn't know it was snowing... come on in. ”

After entering the house, the ark changed its slippers and went to sit on the sofa in the living room.

Chen Yushan, who came out of the kitchen, came out with two cups of hot milk and placed it on the coffee table.

“Isn't it cold out there? Let's have something hot. Speaking of which, is your shutdown over? ”

I tried it with my lips and felt the right temperature, and the ark took a gentle sip.

As the warm stream poured into his spleen and stomach, he felt more than just the cold on his body. Even his own eyebrows were tired and dissipated.

“Well, it's over. ”

“Looks like you found something else.” Sitting opposite the ark with his hands behind his chin, that beautiful face glistened as if it were glowing and heartwarming.

“You found me," he said, smiling in the face of the ark, suddenly thinking of something. “I wanted to give you a gift on Valentine's Day. ”

Upon hearing about the Valentine's Day gift, Chen Yushanton got excited and asked curiously: “What gift? ”

The ark smiled mysteriously.

“Now I'm telling you there's no surprise. ”

“By Valentine's Day, you'll know. ”

The snow outside the window grew bigger, lightly hiding excess temperatures on the treetops and hiding the lights that leaked out of the eaves.

Under the silence, only the sporadic street lights and car lights, along with the deafening songs of the night, quietly depict the outline belonging to the night.

As usual, this evening is no different from yesterday's.

The only difference is probably.

Because of a sudden paper hanging out on Arxiv, many physicists living in the eastern hemisphere may have to fall asleep while turning the other side...