Earth, Chunshan Joint Military Scientific Research Institute.

A classroom.

"Mo Fan, I must confirm once again that although the content of your paper has been recognized by us, the data structure is also very cautious, and it perfectly discusses the gradual weakness of the mobile in modern warfare, and even has no practical effect." The professors who participated in the evaluation of the dissertation defense seemed to be extremely puzzled.

The young students standing on the stage had quickly recited the words in their paper: "The mobile is the 'mechanically powered manned armor' in the conventional sense, and it is already in the 'EPT', that is, ' The superpower test and assessment test have gradually become the weakest link in the entire military system, and the actual combat ability is lower than that of the more and more powerful abilities, and the fire control system cannot be compared with the gunship, and the cross-country ability cannot reach the level of the armored unit due to the average quality of the pilot. ”

Another professor in the audience nodded and said, "We've seen it, and you're very good at collecting and sorting data, but our confusion is that you're a student majoring in 'mecha design and manufacturing', right, and you've completed a master's degree in this major, and your current thesis is from——"

Mo Fan's face is actually very ordinary, some long bangs cover his eyes, at this time he lowered his head, his eyebrows lowered, and it was even more difficult to see his eyes: "——From various angles, it proves that the mecha has been eliminated by this era." ”

The professor on the far left shook his head, and after confirming this matter, he said: "From an academic point of view, your thesis has completed the construction of the entire theory, which will be submitted to the military department and become the theoretical basis for some future military reforms. ”

Mo Fan suddenly said, "I wonder if the teachers have seen the idea of mecha innovation technology that I mentioned at the end of the paper?" ”

Without waiting for the professor to react, Mo Fan said quickly: "The reason for the elimination of the maneuver is that our current technology, alloys, and composite materials have no way to reach the level of the maneuver we need, but in fact, if we wait until the human race can set foot in the sea of stars, then the mobile must be the main landing combat force, coupled with the complex and changeable space environment, we need these machines to protect the fragile body of human beings——"

The professor on the left raised his hand, although he was more than fifty years old, he was also very catchy of the trend, and successfully obtained a simple ability through genetic induction, sound wave blocking.

Mo Fan's mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't make a sound.

He said in a deep and powerful voice: "What we need is for you to obtain these so-called materials and process them in front of us, but now is the era of supernatural abilities, and even when the supernatural ability breaks through to a certain extent, it can greatly reduce the technical difficulty of our cosmic exploration." We don't need visionaries, and we've cut out the last part of your paper. ”

Mo Fan's whole person seemed to be out of strength.

"But it's a good article," the other two professors stood up, their figures disappearing, and the projection ended, while the professor on the far left, who was the only one in the classroom, whispered, "Congratulations on your graduation, Mo Fan." ”

He knew that the young man in front of him, who was still in his shirt and had a few pieces of oil stains on his shirt even at the time of his final graduation defense, learned that the doctoral discipline of mecha had been removed from all the top universities in China when he was still three months away from graduation.

But he still has a deep love for mechs.

"Mo Fan!" The loud shout brought Mo Fan back to his senses, and he hurriedly stuck his head out from behind a large pile of paper documents and several separate data storage modules, he had the most work to do here, and it seemed that there was more work to be done.

This is an ordinary network maintenance studio, and now the technology of this era is more for the service of the supernatural, so even the "network development company" is becoming scarce day by day, and Mo Fan has successfully been an intern here for a year and three months after graduation.

"The data model just now is too easy to collapse, and when will the training modules of those who can directly connect to the network with their brains be completed?" The team leader's voice was very loud, but there were not many things in front of him, and Mo Fan happened to be able to see the reflection on the team leader's glasses, which seemed to be probably an Internet celebrity who was broadcasting live.

I have to say that now that human genes are gradually optimized, the level and appearance of live broadcasts have made great progress, and it is rare that there will be some live broadcasts when girls actually turn off the filter.

"Oooh!" Mo Fan agreed, and buried his head back in the computer in front of him, his "intelligence" is a little old, this thing has been an intelligent machine for a long time, and the appearance is a small ball that can fly, but sometimes he really feels that his intelligence can't even help him complete the optimization of some basic algorithms?

But he didn't have any extra money to change it, and in Chunshan City, the city with the highest concentration of new technologies and new abilities for human beings, he even had a problem with where he lived, barely making ends meet.

It's only here that it is possible to get first-hand information about the new materials and new technologies that he has in mind.

"Xiao Fan, thank you for your hard work, but today my family is married to me, and this model ...... me here" Next to Mo Fan there is an uncle who is very in line with the image of a middle-aged man who is a "programmer", and his smart IQ has occupied the high ground of hair on his head, and he said to Mo Fan with some embarrassment.

Mo Fan smiled slightly, his eyes were a little tired, but he still said, "Leave it to me." ”

So Mo Fan is always the last one to leave the studio.

It was late at night, Mo Fan stretched his waist, the last train of the bus he was going to take was about ten minutes to reach the downstairs of the office building where the studio was located, he casually stuffed a few data modules from the table into his handbag, and grabbed the old intelligence that almost lost the flight function, and accidentally saw a graduation certificate buried in a large pile of documents on the desktop, he thought for a while, and then turned the four words over, buckled them on the table, and also pulled over a few drawings and covered them.

Walking briskly out of the studio, there was a click behind him, the door to the studio closed on its own, he glanced at the elevator that was still several floors away from reaching him, and then at the stairs.

"Eh, now those capable people have good physical fitness, but they don't disdain to drive motorized people, and those who are incapable of exercising and exercising may have the opportunity to drive their own mecha!" Mo Fan has been smoothed out by reality in many senses, this name was given by a nurse in the orphanage who took him in, don't be ordinary, it probably sounds pretty good.

He's so ordinary now.

But there are still some things that haven't been smoothed.

So he rushed to the stairs in high spirits.

Then in the elevator that counted down four floors, Mo Fan gasped, leaned against the elevator wall, held his bag in one hand, and pressed the button to close the door with the other.

The last train is going to be in time.

In fact, Mo Fan has always believed that the arrival time of the last train and the distance to where he lives are just right, just so that he can have a relatively quiet time and environment to think after he completes most of his work every day.

He took out two drawings, just padded them with the briefcase in his hand, and began to conceive and draw, although his physical strength is not very good, but his hands are very steady, and he does not need too many tools when drawing, but it is extremely accurate.

There were only three people in the car, the driver who was driving, Mo Fan, and a young and beautiful girl, Mo Fan probably glanced at it when he got into the car, the blue-black curly hair seemed to be some kind of bubble gum, plus a delicate, it didn't look like a Chinese face.

She's watching me. Mo Fan actually found out about this matter at the first time, but he quickly focused all his attention on the drawings in his hand, which was not the design of the mecha, but it looked like an engine.

"The warp engine is really ahead of its time on this planet." Suddenly, a voice said, Mo Fan suddenly clevered, turned around, the girl with bubble gum-like hair was really chewing bubble gum, and now her eyes have been on a long light screen that looks like the latest trendy version of the smart projection, and the shape looks closer to the popular mobile phone more than ten years ago.

The colorful colors reflected on the girl's face, probably some kind of variety show, made the girl giggle.

Mo Fan turned around, probably because he had already gone crazy thinking about this engine? The warp speed theory, even in Chunshan City, where science and technology have undergone many innovations, is only a scientific conjecture limited to theory.

"It's like a piece of cloth with folds, if you put your fingers on it and draw it in one direction, the cloth in front of the fingers will be more wrinkled, and the cloth behind the fingers will be flattened." It's still that voice, this time Mo Fan is very sure, it is a woman's voice, but he is also very sure that the source of the voice will definitely not be the girl behind him.

Not quite in the right direction.

The point is that she's right.

The finger is the spaceship with the warp engine, and the folded cloth is the space. This is the most likely way to navigate the universe other than building wormholes.

If there is no way to explore a planet with materials that are more in line with mecha innovation because humans can't get out of Earth, he might as well study how to travel the sea of stars.

Mo Fan pinched his eyebrows, probably because he was too tired and had hallucinations, so he put away the drawings, took out a data module, connected his intelligence, and a light screen was projected in front of him, this is the last bit of work left today, and now after it is completed, he can upload it to the studio's server when he returns to his residence.

The work was going smoothly, and when it was almost completed, Mo Fan suddenly turned his head and glanced at the girl again, as if he wanted to determine the source of the strange voice he heard, and the girl noticed Mo Fan's gaze and frowned.

I seem to be thinking of some kind of bad guy......

Mo Fan hurriedly touched his nose, the car happened to arrive at the station, and he got out of the car.

Mo Fan's place of residence is far away from the studio, even if he takes the car back, he will have to walk for a long time, and this is already a suburb of Chunshan City.

"If I were you, you'd better walk briskly, just take three more steps." It's that voice again, and it seems unmistakable. At this moment, Mo Fan first took a step out of the nerve center in the spine completely uncontrollably, and then the brain subconsciously took another step after hearing this sound, and the third step had been raised, but it had not yet fallen, and at this time, there was a loud bang behind Mo Fan, which shocked him to finally fall, and when he turned around, he had already seen a low-altitude suspension car that had embedded a tree in its engine and half of the body.

Mo Fan didn't want to walk away for the first time, but quickly threw down the bag and opened the car door.

There was a man in the car door, the man was half covered in blood, and it looked like he was going to die, and Mo Fan's hand had reached out to the man's seat belt, at least to pull the person out first-

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that." This voice was finally no longer ethereal this time, but by Mo Fan's side, she was so close that she had even gotten into Mo Fan's arms, and the good fragrance on her curly hair made Mo Fan want to sneeze a little.

But her hand was already pressed on the man's wrist, and the man was clutching a gun tightly in his hand - this should be a pistol, but Mo Fan had never seen a pistol of this model and shape.

"Obviously, he's here to kill you." The dark blue-haired girl said seriously.

Mo Fan's eyes widened, and soon changed back to his original expression, this strange girl didn't do anything, the man had lost consciousness, and the gun in his hand also slipped to the ground.

Mo Fan first pulled the man out of the car, kicked the gun under the car, and after making sure that the strange man was a certain distance from the hovercar that looked like it was about to explode, he threw him down, and then grabbed his bag and walked away quickly in one direction before more and more people gathered.

He didn't want to get in trouble.

There is also a small tail next to him.

"Uh-huh......" the blue-haired girl whispered first.

Mo Fan had already said quickly: "You just directly tuned my brainwaves and spinal nerves and ordered my behavior, this should be some kind of ability, but the problem is that there is nothing abnormal in the EPT energy index." He waved the old intelligence in his hand, which was a little weak, "So you just used a ......"

The girl's eyes widened, and she also waved the intelligence in her hand, which had a small program that looked like a song playing file.

Just now this inconspicuous little thing directly controlled himself?

Mo Fan paused for a long time, as if he had forgotten what he was going to say, and hesitated for a few seconds before finally continuing: "...... The means of technology - I've never heard of MP3s that make people do what they say. ”

"It's actually quite simple."

"The point is that this is a restriction on my personal freedom! I hate it—"

"If I hadn't done that, you'd have just been clicked by a crazy hovercar, isn't it?" The blue-haired girl stretched out a slender finger, scratched it around her neck, and stuck out her tongue.

Mo Fan frowned: "Why do I always feel that you use some body language to show what you mean when you communicate...... Do you feel like I can't understand what you're saying? ”

The blue-haired girl said as a matter of course: "Although it is true that you are Mo Fan, but 'you now' is not too smart, especially if you live in this kind of -", the girl stopped talking.

Pedestrians on the road were pointing at Mo Fan.

Just pointed at Mo Fan.

"They can't see you?" Mo Fan seems to have really encountered a lot of strange things today.

"The light distortion tactical concealment technique is probably to distort the surrounding light and set a visual half circle, and you are right in the visual circle." The girl rolled her eyes, meaning that you don't understand either.

Mo Fan wanted to shout very much, but he always felt that no matter how loud he was, this girl would not change her attitude at all, the point was that she would be regarded as a madman by the people on the road.

But finally there was one thankful thing, the apartment arrived.

The apartment in front of me is ordinary, three storeys high. Mo Fan glanced at Zhizhi, it was already very late, and it was about to reach the curfew time of the landlord, he hurriedly took three steps and made two steps, walked up the steps, swept Zhizhi to open the door, and did not forget to close the door hard, no matter what this strange girl had to do with him, he didn't want to get into trouble, why was she here, what was going on with the man who was driving, Mo Fan didn't want to know.

But nine times out of ten, things don't go as planned.

When Mo Fan walked into the basement of the apartment, the basement of the pipe that was rented to him by the landlord at a low price, he saw that the blue-haired girl was already here, and he looked at the workbench in the relatively large pipe room with great interest, and there were some machines that had been welded into prototypes, which were very similar to the engine on Mo Fan's previous drawings.

"Something made under these conditions could have blown up the whole house."

The girl was still looking at it seriously: "After all, you weren't at home when you came before, so you didn't look carefully." "Her current state gives the illusion that she is in some kind of celebrity home, or some kind of museum.

But this is just the basement of the apartment where Mo Fan barely pays the rent, and it depends on Mo Fan's ability to help the landlord fix some electrical appliances or something.

Mo Fan's gaze had been attracted by something more important. Behind this woman.

It was a mobile maneuver, and Mo Fan quickly denied his conclusion that this should be a real mecha. It was half-sunk under the floor of its own rather large pipe room, and most of it was hidden in the darkness, except for the faint light in the room, and a pair of slightly reddish electronic eyes on the mecha that allowed Mo Fan to barely see its facial structure.

Mo Fan had already judged for the first time that this was not the level of materials that Chunshan City or even the entire earth could accomplish now.

Mo Fan subconsciously walked forward, he wanted to see more clearly, he walked past this strange girl, gently pinched the intelligence in the briefcase, his intelligence can read the machine of a certain energy level, but now the old intelligence is going crazy like a vibration alarm.

At this moment, Mo Fan thought a lot, such as where did this girl come from? Why is there such a mecha of his dreams? Or is it no longer as simple as the civilization of the earth?

There are too many questions, but none of them are as attractive as having a real mecha in front of you.

Some people say that mecha is a man's romance, Mo Fan is not sure, he has not been romantic with a person, but he is pure and enthusiastic about mecha-

A gun had already been put against Mo Fan's head.

Mo Fan smiled bitterly.

The girl said: "Although you just kicked the gun under the car, it is better to pick it up and defend yourself, your vigilance is really ridiculous," the gun was a little stronger, and Mo Fan's head hurt: "You'd better not look at too many details of 'Zero', this shouldn't be the technique you should master 'now', now you turn around slowly." ”

Mo Fan's movements were very slow, very slow. But I heard the girl explain: "Actually, I didn't use the man's gun just now, there is a bullet with particles that can enter the state of warp membrane in this gun, if it hits your brain waves, according to the definition of your earth, it can probably bring your brain waves into the space of 'warp speed 9' in an instant." ”

The classification of warp speed Mo Fan still knows, the highest definition level is the warp speed 10 that can never be reached, if the speed reaches warp speed 10, it means that no matter what is equipped with this engine, it will appear at any time and in any space.

"Warp speed 9 means that you will appear in a random place at a random time and in a random space, just like that guy came here to kill you, and it is my task to shoot you in the head."

Outside the house, the sirens were loud, and the swaying headlights and the wind from the hovering car suddenly changed direction.

Mo Fan was thinking that it should be the extraordinary energy reading of this mecha that was discovered by the Chunshan City Police or a higher-level military department. Or was it someone who reported the man?

Then it suddenly occurred to him that if it was a particle that could enter the warp speed level 9, the energy in it alone would be enough to destroy his brain, no, it would even blow up the city of Chunshan.

"Girl, you-" Mo Fan turned around, but his mouth was already blocked by the girl's.

Quacky, but wonderful.

Mo Fan couldn't help but close his eyes.

Lips parted, Mo Fan hadn't gasped yet, and he wasn't even dizzy before he had time to look at the girl he had kissed for the first time in his miserable nearly thirty years of life. I heard a voice that said, "Have a good trip." ”

Then she just shot.

Everything became so slow, Mo Fan could even see that the gun in the hand of the man before had the same thick, not belonging to the scientific and technological style of this era, the moment when the gun shell exited the chamber, it was a very precise cylinder, not so much a bullet, but some kind of exquisite experimental equipment, with blue, good-looking sparks on it, and the muzzle of the gun was a dazzling light.

Obviously, the speed of warp speed 9 is already far faster than the speed of light, why can I still see it? Mo Fan's eyes flashed a lot of vague, seemingly meaningless pictures, and then his eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

An adventure to the center of the universe, uncertain time and space, officially begins.

—— —— ——

Small Theatre:

The girl with the name of the mecha zero put a gun to Mo Fan's head: "Have a good journey-"

Bang.

Because the girl wanted to be cool and took the wrong gun, Mo Fan died of a headshot at the age of 29.

The end of the book (pseudo)