Chapter 11: The Moore Float Protocol-3
"What if a man has no heart?"
"If a man has no heart, he will die."
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Destination, Nevada.
Thirty-six thermobaric bombs rushed into the sky, dragging dazzling gas turbulence.
The loud sound was almost a nuclear explosion, accompanied by a wide-area shock wave covering an area of 120 square kilometers, and all the buildings were broken and shattered in the impact, sweeping thousands of concrete embers into the sky in a hemispherical shape. The remaining mantle airfields and transoceanic undersea passages were filled with frantic shouting, and telephone ringtones and shrill human voices had overwhelmed the shrill sirens.
Nesting like a colony of ants, the people scavenged the security forces, breaking through the layers of defense and rushing to the last means of transport, whether it was a helicopter or a small yacht.
A Boeing-787 sprang out of the acceleration runway, the landing gear only halfway open, the metal axles scraping the ground, and the sound made the eyes burst into black spots. The propeller tube is red-hot, and the fuel mixed with a certain class of components is entering the reaction zone.
It's fleeting.
The "Leopard" A6 conveys the holy edict of death, and the main armored track cover pierces the belly of the 787, the fire roars, and the half-twisted fuselage is blackened.
The highlight arc from the first fuel pour had not yet dimmed, the blood flames had erupted, and a third of the explosion had feathered, and the fuselage rushed in the opposite direction of the force, followed by a second crumb rupture.
Vertical metal plates flew out, and charred figures stood above the turret.
As if he had taken off a jumpsuit, he emerged from the disintegrating cell, his body still standing in place.
The Apostle of Inspiration, Noah, has a bony mask on his face, and a black hole horizon distortion in his eye sockets.
Some irreversible changes had been foreseen in the injection of the serum, but he had always been a hero, and only wrote off his promises before he died.
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"What are the groups?" ZXL feet on a pine table.
β... 14989," Sun Xizhen raised his head, "What? β
"Good night son."
"That's not it," Sun Xizhen stared at the flood progress bar of the TCP protocol stack, "Hurry up, I'll beat the station." β
"Have you ever heard of the love story between mayflies and humans?"
"I have an impression," Sun Xizhen entered the six-digit parameters, "the insect has only one day of life, and it is only a few tens of thousands of points for people." β
"I'm trying to throw them into an enclosed space and count them at the same time," ZXL spat out a string of smoke rings. "Let's say that 20 years for a bug is equivalent to six months for a human being, that's 1:40 - wait for the wrong mistake, the unit is not unified."
"Math is worrisome." Sun Xizhen opened a can, "First of all, the concept of time must be based on the larger side by default, the earth has existed for billions of years, and human beings only occupy tens of thousands of years. He threw a spoonful into his mouth, "For mayflies, there's almost no limit to existence, even if it's only a hundred years, and implanting the Nano Telomere Program will give it a chance of survival on a shoulder-to-shoulder level." So here's the question,"
"One day has become a hundred years, although it has been a qualitative leap, but the unattainable number suddenly has a fixed value, and the eternal dream is shattered." Sun Xizhen chewed thoroughly, "Infinite turn is limited, where did the time go?" β
"Sensory reorganization?" ZXL scratched its head.
"The understanding of life span is a learning process, and time is the object, which is exaggerated in the original memory," Sun Xizhen said, "sharpening 20,000 and 100, which is 100 times." β
"It's like knocking people unconscious, making him experience 200 seconds of standard space-time every second, and he has the impression that 200 is 200, not one." ZXL understood, "Memories tend to be purposeful, to maintain an overall balance." β
"It's a reciprocal process, and the price of gaining an infinite life is that life becomes finite. And did you find out? The life of the mayfly has not changed," Sun Xizhen slowly pulled out the USB flash drive, "It's him an adult." β
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"I'm trying on a wedding dress for the princess."
"That's not a reason for your women's clothes, hurry up and take it off!"
"If you don't take it off, you won't take it off, uncle, you're so bad, you didn't bring sugar candy."
The goblin's rite of passage is the kidnapping of a prince, but in fact he loves dragons.
The prince's maid was kneeling before the king at this time, and said, "Look, my dear, this is the sorcerer's staff, and I have brought it for you."
The king yells to pinch me, woc!
Committed an indecent love.
Feelings that shouldn't have been created.
And armpit hair.
After a few days, the king's chest hair was ripped clean by the prince, because he needed a razor, painted with the tears of a thousand-year-old fox, respiratory flagella, plucked with a vice, on stilts, from top to bottom, plus a pound of potatoes, and whipped it with his hands.
As a result, the prince was kicked by the king and forced to stand up. The prince is not as handsome as the king, so he can only shout.
"This can't be!!"
Obviously, I came first.