403. The Troubles of Middle-Aged Jack
'Target, the 'fog' area of the New Zealand sea is assembled. ’
Based on the experience of failure, now form a nanocore for investigation. ’
'The first laser ranging, failed. Light cannot pass through the 'fog' zone. ’
'The second electromagnetic wave transmission, failed. Electromagnetic waves cannot pass through the 'fog' zone. ’
'The third gravitational pointing measurement, successful. An anomalous gravitational structure was read, manifested by a central collapse. With the fog area as the core, all gravitational forces and magnetic fields begin to collapse and stretch regularly. Specifically, the sense of time and space flows inward at a slower rate. The specific calculation formula is being calculated, so please wait. ’
Now let's start the fourth contact experiment. Solid balls are being dropped...... Delivered. Measuring the space-time phenomena around the bead......
“……”
Everything is working well.
Looking at the roaring machine in front of him, George took a deep puff of his cigarette and let out a long puff of smoke.
But even in the face of such a good situation, the father's eyes still flashed a few colors called anxiety.
Because, it's working so well.
It's working well beyond imagination. It can even be said that the prepared emergency filing is not even a fart, and it has been smoothly calculated all the way to the abnormal point of 'fog'.
But because of such smoothness, the uneasiness in George's heart also expanded more and more as the progress bar was read. This in turn leads to a wave of irritability that nanorobots can barely have.
Why, would the U.S. government ignore such a smooth progress?
Why do they choose to ignore it and pretend they didn't see it happening?
Isn't the fog encroaching on America's possessions? Didn't the fog hurt anything? Or is there some other reason?
For example: If we continue to study it, what will happen that will be difficult for the American government to accept? Will the American government be eaten away rather than face the surprise?
Is that level of accident something that a small enhancer can stop? He doesn't have that much power. Nor does it have that much ability to organize all the disasters that happen. All he had was a father's will.
However, this alone is enough.
“…… Never mind. ”
Clenching the photo in his hand, George muttered under his breath.
Alice...... Daddy will definitely come to your rescue...... It's the same no matter what happens......"
Looking at the smiling girl in the photo, the man's pupils burned with flames, and the expression on his face became more and more determined.
What happened in the nanofactory seems to be judged as a dissolution accident of the nanomachine. Needless to say, this is naturally the end of Paul and George's network.
Because of the frequent occurrence of nanomechanical rampage in older models, his death did not produce any large-scale images. What's more, whether it is the reading of various data or the voltage stabilization induction, there is no trace of uploading and downloading. Naturally, they don't worry about having room to crack.
The United States seems to have an unusual trust in its own protections and information networks. On the one hand, this shows that their technical strength in this area is far superior to that of others, and on the other hand, it also shows their arrogance.
Fortresses are often breached from within. Under the cover of a few highest-level enablers, stealing some information doesn't seem like a problem.
“…… It went so well. ”
But. Again, that's the only reason.
Looking at the machine that had already read and built the base model, the man felt more and more unconvinced.
Everything seemed so perfect and smooth that even a sip of water made a great discovery.
Is this possible?
George thought about it. I pressed my ear. Connected to a network.
After a few seconds, feeling the image in his mind, George clearly emitted brain waves in his mind.
"Paul, I'm almost done collecting the data here."
“…… How did the sample collection go so smoothly? ”
The image quickly condensed into a black face. The weather-beaten face, with its faint metal cover, had a look of surprise on it.
"Why? It shouldn't. If it had gone so well, the government would not have been so taboo, and there must have been something wrong with it. ”
It seems that even Paul himself could not believe that the project was going so smoothly, and said in the brainwave image:
"The U.S. government has always regarded this as the superlative storage facility, and no matter what, it is unlikely that there will be such rapid progress. Since the progress is so fast. Why is that? Or is there something wrong with the preservation regulations? ”
"I think so, my friend. But that's the reality. I feel like we've touched on something unbelievable. ”
"Something that you and I can't even access with the level of secrecy? How is this possible? ”
"Of course it's possible. There's a lot more that we don't reach. ”
For example, the material of the real military minister.
If you press your palm on the machine, you will no longer need to exist if you have read the data. The whole huge mechanism gradually seeped into his body as if it had dissolved, and flowed back into the earth, once again forming rocks or something similar to them.
The construction and re-creation of matter can be easily completed by means of nanomachinery, and they are the world's top workshops. Combined with those godlike subspaces, it can do almost anything that humans want to do.
But looking at the close mist, George frowned stiffly, and didn't dare to cross the thunder pool for half a step.
“…… I transfer the information to you. ”
Looking at the mist, George whispered to distant Paul with his brain waves.
No matter how much observation or testing is used, only one conclusion can be drawn. If you enter the fog, you will lose all contact with the outside world.
Even if the data are obtained, it is completely useless without corresponding comparisons and more means of observation. So he chose to transfer the data to Paul, who is still in the United States and has more means.
But in the face of the steaming white mist, George somehow suddenly had a strange feeling.
Behind that fog is not an ordinary conceptual space, but a whole world.
His instincts were irrepressible and sent him that message.
“…… Hey, George. ”
"Huh?"
"I seem to have found something interesting."
After receiving the information and comparing it for a long time, the black man in his mind suddenly said.
"I feel that this material seems a little familiar. I'm afraid we're in big trouble soon. (To be continued......)