Components also have magnetic fields, but they are not generated by electric current, so how can this magnetic field be generated?

Is it because the static electricity in the air interferes with the energy conversion of the chip?

"Fantasy story?" Puzzled, he walked over to the table and tried to pick up the board to take a look, but it suddenly changed.

The "smoke" continued, rising from the other chips, landing on the strange circuit board, and then disappearing, as if swallowed by the strange circuit board.

His hand reached out, and a foot away from the strange circuit board, he felt a strong current rushing through his body through his middle finger, which had first touched that range. Before he could react, he was knocked away by the current, as if he had been hit head-on by a small car.

It's just that the bump is not an entity, so I don't feel pain.

It was the heart that hit!

Like a cat that has been blown up by a sudden start, his man was bounced to the other wall, then landed on the wooden couch and passed out.

Before he passed out, a word suddenly came to his mind: energy transfer.

All material entities in the world have mass, and everything that has mass has energy, and people also have energy.

The heat in the body and the radio waves in the brain are all energy. When a person has no heat, his energy is also gone, and there is no possibility of activity. If he didn't have brain waves, if he was alive, he was either an idiot or a vegetative person.

Animals and plants, without energy, there is no life. Even cold components have life, because they have energy.

If a battery is deprived of energy, it cannot work, cannot be used, and cannot allow the corresponding electrical appliances such as flashlights, radios, electronic watches, pendulum clocks on the wall, etc. to function normally or produce energy with other attributes.

Similarly, if a diode or resistor runs out of energy, the entire circuit board may not function or function at its full capacity.

Any component on a chip is a dead thing, but it is a "dead thing" with life.

When there is no power on, they can only stand quietly or lie on the circuit board, as long as they are connected to the matching power supply, they will "live", use their own energy, perform their own duties, so that the chip can play its due function.

It's just that this energy can only be consumed or increased normally when there is a power supply, however, those chips are not connected to the power supply right now.

The "smoke" continued, rising from the chips and falling on the strange circuit board under the overlapping lights. After about three or four minutes, the smoke went out.

The lights were still overlapping, shining on the chips on the table, as if nothing had happened, except for the broken cocoon that was unconscious on the ground.

His legs were resting on the wooden couch, and his body lay on the cold floor, motionless, as if he were asleep, except that his face still had the expression on his face that he had before he fell unconscious.

Confused. Confused. Horror.

There was the sound of a car outside the window. The sound of passers-by talking sounded. There is a sound of a cell phone alarm clock ringing.

After a while, the whiteness of the sky replaced the light falling on the curtains, and slowly, a hint of golden, warm light came through, and fell on the plane trees by the street, reflecting the golden leaves even more brightly.

The light fell on the street that had been swept and some leaves had fallen a little, and it was a little dazzling. The light also fell on the dead grass that had been green for the first three months of the frost-stained white.

Pedestrians on the road looked happy, because it was a good day today.

The golden and warm light filtered through the glass, soaking the curtains and dyeing the cocooned faces on the cold floors golden.

His face, which had been dyed golden by the morning sun, changed from the expression he had fainted to anger, and the face that had been calm for more than ten years showed a hideous look.

The snort was heavy, the breathing was rapid, and the chest rose and fell rapidly. Teeth clenched, fists clenched.

He had a dream.

I dreamed that I had become a duck, a duck that flapped its wings and wanted to run fast. He heard a laugh that felt angry but helpless.

The laughter got closer, and his wings flapped faster. Then he saw a large pond with many ducks of the same color as him.

The eyes of those ducks were very confused and helpless, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into mockery, into schadenfreude, and into cold bystanders.

He didn't know why he had become a duck, why there were so many ducks in the pond, and then he heard the ducks croak, and countless sounds filled his mind, and his head hurt a little.

"You're just a test subject, sooner or later you'll be like us, what are you struggling with?"

"Whatever you run, we are all chess pieces in their hands, we can only move twenty moves at most, and how we move is in their hands, and you can't be free. ”

"Look at his duck-like appearance, think you can escape from their palms? Come down, although it's a little cold here, but there are many partners, and it's very comfortable. ”

"You're eighteen years old, which means you've walked eighteen steps, be careful, don't get caught, I'm optimistic about you, quack, quack......"

Then he heard the ducks exclaim, and felt his neck tighten, and he was lifted by a hand.

He was in a faint shadow, but there was no expression of wanting to laugh at his smiling face, but there was no smile on his face, and there was only anger and mania in those eyes.

The wind blew in my ears, whining

Breaking the cocoon, he felt himself soar into the air, leaving the palm of his hand, drawing a parabola in the air, and heading towards the pool. In the air, he saw a very large palace, a wide sea of clouds, and a very thick tree. Then I felt a biting coldness and fell into the water.

Before he could fully feel the coldness of the pool, or look at the true face of the man on the shore, he heard a strong throbbing sound.

He turned his head to see that the ducks that had been in the pond were all flapping their wings and pounced on him. The splashes of the wings, or the splashes of the duck's webs, are beautiful.

Drops of water are like jade. Green jade.

The water reflects the duck's feathers green, its yellow flippers, its long, hard beak, and its eyes.

He knew very well that he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake up from it.

He vaguely felt that he had had such a dream before, but his impression was very faint, as if it was when he was a child.

Seeing the green ducks getting closer and closer, he wanted to reach out and drive them away, but found that it was a wing sticking out. The color of the wings is different from those of the ducks, which are grayish-black and do not turn green.

He touched his mouth, which was a hard, cold beak.

He wanted to retreat, but found that his movements after "transformation" were not skillful, like a child learning to swim.

If it weren't for his dreams, he wouldn't have been the slightest bit timid about these kind. Dozens of his kind, he would soon be able to knock them to the ground.

But it was in a dream.

He saw that the ducks were no longer ducks. The duck body is still there, but the duck head has become a human head with a variety of different faces.

The human head is turquoise, like the color of the Na'vi people on the planet Pandora in Avatar.

That color with hideous eyes and distorted expression, like a ghost in the mirror in the early hours of the morning.