The new director of the labor management office is an awesome person, and the entire 110 workshop system knows about it.
Rumors inevitably get distorted as word of mouth spreads. In the beginning, Shangyu was just a top-notch engineer stationed at the base of the Science City Automation Institute. Soon he turned into a super genius seen only in the Automation Institute in twenty years and led the comprehensive development of the BCI system. Development, then he gained a new identity as the director's nephew and was revealed out of thin air that his academic level was mediocre. In the end, Phytolacca's title was as long as the Queen of England - engineer stationed at the Institute of Automation, Chinese Academy of Sciences, super genius, The nephew of the director who committed academic misconduct, the villain who used the back door to get gold at the grassroots level, and the appointed successor to the chief engineer.
Shanglun doesn't think he is a great person at all. He just spent more time than others in the narrow segment of meg-bci and got a little bit ahead of the game. Ordinary people can do it as long as they get ahead of the game early enough. Better than Bolt, but this does not mean that his sprinting ability is better than that of top athletes. Phytolacca thinks that he has no superhuman achievements in other fields. There may be geniuses in this world - Shen Jiang is a genius, and other giant machines The driver is also a genius, but he is not.
"If I were a genius, would I still be tortured to death by this damn Riemannian geometry?"
Shanglun sighed, fell back, and covered his face with the handout.
"Little chief engineer, geniuses don't know everything." Chen Yu moved a small bench and sat at the door of the room, taking off his socks to cut his toenails. "Even Sir Einstein, Maxwell, Diraclando, and Newton, If you compete with me in memorizing ancient Chinese poetry, wouldn’t you be able to memorize it like me?”
"Fuck, what you said makes sense." Shanglu said dullly.
"No, I am the master of the hard-line philosophical school in the post-Advent era." Chen Yu pinched the nail scissors, cut off the thick half-moon-shaped toenails, stuffed them into his mouth and held them with his teeth, "No one studies this In the age of philosophy, I should undoubtedly be the top thinker in the world."
"What is rigidism?" Shanglun asked.
"The core idea of this school is: there is no victory at all, holding on is everything." Chen Yu bit off the toenails in his mouth.
"This is what you said?"
"It was Rilke who said it." Chen Yu said, "He is a great poet."
"Is he still alive?"
"I have been dead for almost a hundred years." Chen Yu replied, "Hardline doctrine believes that all suffering in this world is endless, there is no salvation, no savior, and no heaven or hell. In the endless suffering, each of us is We are trapped animals standing against the current and unable to get up. Everything we do is to persevere, and we have no choice but to persevere.”
"What are you holding on for?"
"Persistence is for the sake of perseverance." Chen Yu said, "Perseverance is the purpose, meaning, perseverance is everything -!"
He screamed and howled at the end. Phytolacca pulled the Guangxiang handout off his face and turned his head to look. It turned out that he had cut the flesh on the inside of his toenail.
Chen Yu pinched his toes and gasped, it seemed like they were cut really hard.
Shangluk turned over and sat up, "Would you like to find some medicine for you?"
"No need." Chen Yu gritted his teeth, "Hold on—!"
Shang Lu couldn't help but laugh out loud. He almost wanted to applaud Chen Yu.
"Little chief engineer, you are now famous in the base. Even I have heard about it in the staff headquarters. The staff officer in the operations department asked me if I was in the same dormitory as you. Your workshop system is really good at handling things. "Chen Yu said, "Guess what the chief of staff said?"
"How did he say?"
"He asked if any of you were the editors and directors who had switched careers from the CCTV 10 science and education channel's "I Love Inventions" program back then." Chen Yu said, "He wanted to pay a visit because he was fascinated by this program that always broadcasts stories about rural guys making their own inventions." program on airplanes.”
Phytolacca spread the lecture notes on his lap. The mathematical level required to study the general theory of relativity was obviously beyond his ability. The mathematical foundation required to study the bci system was very different from that of theoretical physics - at least studying the bci system did not require geometric ability. Phytolacca was forced to make up for all the classes he missed. Differential geometry is a very troublesome thing. Every time Phytoglu goes crazy when faced with tensor equations, he can always think of Shen Jiang’s slightly troubling figure. Some smug faces - that woman can do these things in her head.
The same rice feeds all kinds of people.
"You won from the Work Planning Office. How did the other party react? Are you convinced?"
Shanglu looked up at him and shook his head: "I didn't win."
Chen Yu was slightly surprised.
"In the field of robotic arm operation, Shen Jiang is the top expert in the entire human society. She crushes me in every aspect. There is no way I can beat her." Shanglue explained, "The reason for this result is Because she’s afraid of shit.”
"Is she afraid of death?"
Chen Yu thought that Phytolacca was talking too loudly.
"No," Phytophaga said. "She's afraid of shit."
Only Phytolacca and Shen Jiang knew the true result of the robotic arm competition. Between the two of them, it was Shen Jiang who beat Phytolacca, and apart from the two of them, it was Phytolacca that beat Shen Jiang. Maybe Shen Jiang is really afraid of the future where she will die in a mess of shit and urine, or maybe she is just looking for a reason to believe in herself. After all, in terms of the ending, neither of them will end well. It can be said that they are like grasshoppers on a rope. , one died in an ugly way, and the other died without a complete body.
What will be Chen Yu's final fate?
This question suddenly popped up in his mind, making Shang Lu startled, and he subconsciously raised his head.
"What's wrong?" Chen Yu didn't understand.
Phytolacca shook his head.
He didn't know, he didn't know what fate Chen Yu would face. There were more than 100 million people in the world, and he could only glimpse the fate of a few.
Only one thing is certain, if the defense line built by Base 151 is penetrated, no one will survive.
Humanity has built a total of six forward bases around the entire Sichuan Basin. The bases are solid bridgeheads, but they are independent strongholds rather than city walls. The reason why the bases can provide comprehensive protection for the Sichuan Basin with an area of more than 260,000 square kilometers is because they They are all built at the low point of the geomagnetic field. Angels are four-dimensional manifolds with weak electric charges. Their activities are affected by the magnetic field. To them, the magnetic field of the earth is like a vast sea full of undercurrents. In most cases, they drift with the current on the surface of the earth. Wandering aimlessly, but occasionally being sucked into the valley rapids, there are six magnetic valleys leading to the Sichuan Basin, and there are forward bases guarding the ends of each.
Such a magnetic field valley is called the "Angel Corridor". 151 guards the largest Angel Corridor. On the map, it is a huge trapezoid with a width of more than 45 kilometers at the upper base, more than 270 kilometers at the lower base, and more than 400 kilometers in height. This mountainous area, which covers an area of more than 250,000 square kilometers and is almost as large as the entire Sichuan Basin, is considered the 151 defense area.
This is a terrifying number. Chen Yu told Phytophthora that as a combat consultant in the base, his daily job is to write and draw on the geomagnetic map, predicting which angle and direction the angels will come from, and how to formulate a combat plan, but who I also know that this kind of talk on paper is useless. When the angels come and crush them all the way, the only way for humans is to let the giant machines go up.
The more familiar people are with angels, the more they feel this way: compared to monsters or aliens, the nature of angels seems to be more similar to natural disasters. They seem to be part of the universe, cold and ruthless, and do not regard you as a target. I don't mind crushing you into pieces either.
They are like oncoming tsunamis, wave after wave, with nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape. The only way humans can deal with it is to create gods with powerful hands to break through the huge waves when they hit! Break it through again! Hit it again and again! Until he is shattered to pieces.
Phytolacca thought that probably all of humanity was practicing the hardline philosophy.
