Superman

"Before this, can you get your clothes on first?"

Seeing Howard's impatient look, Luke glanced at the open nightgown, which was empty and almost unobstructed.

Tonight I asked Marlena to wash her eyes again.

He thought so.

"It's not important! Even if Einstein is wearing pajamas, he can still give lectures at MIT. The light of wisdom is far more important than a coat that covers the flesh."

Howard is in a state of excitement. I don't know if it's because he just finished his morning exercise or he wants to show off his latest results to Luke impatiently.

"I finally know why those French scholars like to go to brothels. You just slept with a woman, and even talked so much. If you sleep a few more times, wouldn't it be Shakespeare."

Luke teased, but did not refuse Howard's invitation.

This holiday estate located in the west of Long Island, because it often comes over, prepares a basic version of the underground laboratory.

Anyway, Howard is not bad for money. When this guy is full of inspiration or is eager to conduct a certain research, he can always come in handy.

Moreover, according to him, sometimes the brain is blank, and it will bring women who are in trouble here.

Watching those complicated calculation formulas while doing some kind of intense exercise, it is easier to stimulate thinking and sparkle.

Luke said that he didn't even believe in a single punctuation mark.

"Haven't you thought about organizing it?"

Walking into the underground laboratory, he asked.

Compared to his son’s futuristic high-tech private laboratory, the workplace of Iron Man’s father is much simpler.

A long metal oval table with various calculation papers and various tools in a mess.

Four leftover pizza boxes, five or six cups of Fat House Happy Water, and a lot of coffee.

It can be known from the smelly domestic garbage that Howard may not lie, and he really stays in the laboratory without going out these days.

"Only in this messy state can I find the tools I want to use. If I clean them up and place them neatly, I may not be able to work properly."

Howard waved his hand. This is a personal habit. Jarvis, the butler who occasionally comes to look after, has long been used to it.

Behind him are two stretchable simple whiteboards, densely written with a large number of formulas, the knowledge involved is enough to stun people.

Luke glanced at it and asked curiously: "Do you plan to use palladium as the energy core?"

"You actually understand? Well, it's not surprising, any incredible things that happen to Superman seem so normal."

Howard made a contrived expression, and then continued: "I was involved in the Manhattan Project before. Oppenheimer's research is nuclear fission, which uses chain reactions to release terrible energy."

"Although I am an arms dealer, I am not interested in uncontrollable lethal weapons, and there are already enough geniuses in that field. There is no need to squeeze in one."

"So you set your sights on nuclear fusion?"

Luke took the conversation and picked up a scribbled design drawing.

In terms of thinking, it already has the embryonic form of a Tokamak thermonuclear fusion reactor.

From the outside, it looked a bit like the big guy who was later placed in Stark's industrial weapons research and development department.

Iron Man Tony Stark, inspired by it, developed a reduced version of the Ark reactor.

"That's right! The fuel used in nuclear fusion energy is deuterium and tritium, and deuterium is abundant in seawater. About one in every 6,500 hydrogen atoms, the total amount of deuterium in seawater is about 45 trillion tons."

Howard snapped his fingers, and having a chat partner who could understand what he said was the best thing in the world.

"The deuterium contained in each liter of seawater is completely fused, and the fusion energy released is equivalent to the energy of 300 liters of gasoline fuel. Calculated according to the energy consumed in the world, the fusion energy of deuterium in seawater can be used for tens of billions of years. Therefore, as long as I Solving the problem of nuclear fusion is tantamount to solving the world's energy problem!"

Following the rhythm, Luke nodded and smiled: "Even the Atlanteans who are marine civilizations have not overcome the technical difficulties. Where do you come from?"

Nuclear fusion technology has very high reaction requirements and technical requirements, and controllable nuclear fusion is even more troublesome.

Of course, this is only for the real world that Luke once lived in.

There is no such thing as a scientific barrier in the Marvel Universe at all. As long as a certain genius strikes a brain, it will soon be able to produce a finished product that is almost black technology.

One of the representatives is Mr. Fantastic Reed Richards.

"Because I am the genius of the Stark family."

Howard touched the moustaches and said proudly.

"Say something serious."

Luke gave each other a blank look. Narcissism and genius are really Stark's family heritage.

"Well, after driving the Nautilus and returning to New York from the Atlantic, I started to try various cores that release energy."

Howard coughed twice and said solemnly: "Perhaps it was a revelation from heaven. I discovered palladium. It is the No. 46 chemical element, the element is metal, and it has excellent catalytic properties."

"I used palladium to electrolyze heavy water, and as a result, I observed abnormally high energy production, and measured neutron and tritium production."

"What does this mean? If I use palladium as the energy core to create a large toroidal vacuum chamber, wind a coil on the outside and push it with an electric current to generate a huge spiral magnetic field inside, and then heat the plasma in it to a high temperature— -Can achieve the effect of nuclear fusion."

Howard was so excited that it was an amazing discovery for him, and it was an exciting breakthrough study for the world.

"Details still need to be considered. For example, stability, energy loss, and how to apply... These are issues that cannot be ignored."

Luke pondered for a moment, then answered.

Howard is indeed a veritable genius, and easily overcome a major cross-age difficulty.

"You're right, I just made a rough framework, and there is still a lot of content to be filled in."

After the excitement, Howard finally returned to calm thinking.

"Don't the U.S. military have a'paperclip plan'? S.H.I.E.L.D. has recruited so many German scientists and found a few people related to nuclear energy physics to form a team. What do you think?"

"This is not a problem. But the Soviet Union vigorously develops the nuclear industry and has already taken the first step in taking away a group of people. The remaining... elites, you may not be attracted.

Luke shrugged, knowing Howard's requirements for researchers are quite high.

In the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau, at this stage, only Bolivar-Tesak and Dr. Zola can be regarded as the eyes of Howard.

"Wait, I have a good candidate! Last time at the celebration reception of the Atomic Energy Commission, I met a... Soviet scientist."

Howard frowned and tried to recall: "His name is...Anton Vanke! I heard that he defected from the Soviet Union and once hosted important projects."

"We talked about nuclear fission and nuclear fusion research. He is barely a junior member of the genius club, and may be a good helper."

Luke blinked. The grievances between Stark and Anton's two generations of families have begun?

"Okay, I'll go to an important person from the Atomic Energy Commission."

He nodded in agreement, paused for a moment, and asked in no sense: "Howard, have you ever thought about reducing the size of the reactor as the core energy source for a weapon?"

"such as?"

"For example... power armor."