Chapter 30 Scent
The moment Song Ziliang finished speaking, a broken mechanical arm appeared in the huge holographic projection in front of him.
The cross section of the mechanical arm was smooth, as if it had been cut off by something sharp.
"This is..."
Moore looked at the picture in the holographic projection and suddenly widened his eyes: "The right mechanical arm of the HRA-3 detection robot?"
The HRA-3 detection robot is a high-precision detection robot manufactured by Human Union.
It can adapt to most harsh environments in the universe.
Whether it is planetary surface reconnaissance or conventional stellar internal detection, it can play a good role.
With its excellent performance, this detection robot quickly became a standard product of the Dangerous Technology Management Bureau.
"Wait, I have a question!"
Looking at the holographic screen in front of him, Moore's face showed some confusion: "I am also familiar with the theory of wormhole information dissipation. I remember that any dissipated information will be disrupted into disordered information by the wormhole itself on the Planck time scale. How do you restore this information?"
Song Ziliang responded with a smile:
"Just a few days ago, Academician Lin Yang perfected the theory of wormhole information dissipation."
"Now with the computing power of the Academy of Sciences' central main brain [Zero], some specific information can be retrieved and restored."
Moore was stunned.
Is... is this true?
He admitted that he really didn't care much about the research work of the Academy of Sciences.
But even if he didn't care about this kind of large-scale theoretical breakthrough, he should have heard some news.
"Oh, right."
Looking at the confused eyes of Moore and other researchers, Song Ziliang quickly added: "At present, this technology is not mature enough, so Academician Lin Yang has not announced it yet."
Moore suddenly realized, but then deeper doubts surged in his heart.
"Let's not talk about Academician Lin Yang's theory. Where did you, an intern academician, get the computing power quota..."
Before he finished speaking, Moore realized a key piece of information:
the intern academician who had just joined the Dangerous Technology Management Bureau for less than a year was actually a student of Academician Lin Yang.
As a top-level academician in the Human Union Academy of Sciences, Academician Lin Yang naturally has a computing power quota of [zero].
Sure enough.
The old employees are just for fun. If something really goes wrong, it depends on the interns!
After all, you never know how big a big shot an intern can shake!
Moore waved his hand calmly.
"I have no problem, please continue."
Song Ziliang nodded, and continued with a normal look: "According to our previous plan, the HRA-3 exploration robot will carry the carbon-based biological intelligent terminal to the coordinates of the signal."
"With the help of the intelligent terminal, we can quickly get in touch with the target signal source."
Moore's eyes moved: "But the plan failed. A broken mechanical arm can't do anything even if it enters the target universe."
"No, you are wrong."
Song Ziliang rejected Moore's words without hesitation: "You may not know that each intelligent terminal is equipped on the right arm of the HRA-3 exploration robot."
Hearing this, Moore was stunned: "You mean..."
"Yes." Song Ziliang raised the corner of his mouth, and a confident smile appeared on his face. "In theory, an intelligent terminal has successfully entered the target universe and may even have contacted the target signal source!"
"As long as we can get in touch with that intelligent terminal, all problems will be solved."
"There is a problem." Moore raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows lightly, shaking his head in distress, "The communication power equipped with the intelligent terminal is not enough to initiate cross-universe communication."
"We want it to contact us on its own initiative..."
"The probability of this happening is even lower than me getting that damn year-end bonus!"
Song Ziliang: "?"
Did he seem to have heard something extraordinary?
"Ahem!" Song Ziliang chose to ignore this dangerous topic, "There is actually a solution to this problem."
"Although we have not yet confirmed the specific coordinates of the cosmic bubble, we can determine the approximate range of its activities."
"We only need to set up enough hyperspace membrane signal transmitting and receiving devices in this area. In theory, the smart terminal inside the cosmic bubble can receive the signal."
Moore: "?"
All-round indiscriminate WiFi coverage, right?
Do you want to hear what you are talking about?
Let's not talk about the difficulty of implementing this plan, how much budget will it cost! !
Thinking of the credit points that are about to flow away, Moore felt his heart ache again.
...
On the other side.
The library of the cathedral.
Chen Fan, who was walking through the wooden bookshelves, carefully examined the old paper books, and the strange fragrance mixed with the smell of decay once again rushed into his nasal cavity.
He sniffed lightly and quickly determined the source of the increasingly strong fragrance-the layer of tung oil-like substance brushed on the wooden bookshelf.
[This machine made a simple analysis. 】
Just as Chen Fan sniffed the faint fragrance, Yi's voice sounded in his mind: [This substance extracted from plants can play a good anti-corrosion role. 】
[In addition, the fragrance it emits can play a refreshing role. 】
[However, it has two great hazards. ]
'What hazards? '
[The first is that it is slightly addictive. The second and most important point is that long-term contact will cause irreversible and permanent damage to the brain's logic and cognitive ability. ]
What the hell? !
Chen Fan's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously held his breath.
Was it intentional or accidental?
The answer is actually about to come out.
This should be done intentionally by the church.
Its purpose is probably to hide some unknown truths.
As Xu Huai said, the church revised the history books and tried to hide some truths, but history is history. There will be some minor flaws in the subsequent revisions and whitewashing. Once these flaws are discovered by those who are interested, it will cause unimaginable consequences.
Therefore, the church used the means of cutting off the firewood from the bottom of the pot-destroying the brain's logic and cognitive ability!
After thinking through this series of operations, Chen Fan suddenly felt a thin layer of cold sweat seeping out of his back.
'First, this fragrance is good for me...'
[Short-term contact is not a big problem. Besides, don't you still have this machine as an external brain? ]
Chen Fan: '...'
He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and then took a breath carefully.
Although he knew that doing so would not have any effect, Chen Fan still subconsciously controlled his breathing frequency.
He turned his head to look at Gao Yuan who was following behind him: "Old Gao, do you know where the church puts the history books?"
"History books?"
Gao Yuan sniffed hard, with obvious pleasure in his eyes.
"Are you talking about the chronicles of the church?"
(End of this chapter)
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