"Perfect things do not exist." Akuldona suddenly said, "This is even a proposition that can be proved mathematically."
Fujimaru Ritsuka once demonstrated this to Fulgrim in the illusion, and at that time he stood aside as the Legion Champion. Theoretically, this is not a topic that he has the ability to participate in on his own, but now, this problem has been reduced to the level of "reciting a piece of knowledge that he has a clear memory of", even Akul Dona It can also be done easily.
"Almost since the birth of human history, the 'golden ratio' has been widely regarded as a manifestation of 'beauty'. Although it is definitely impossible to achieve 'perfection' by just relying on this idea, if there is really any 'ultimate' If perfection exists, then it will definitely embody the 'golden ratio' thoroughly, there is no doubt about this, right?"
His two audience members nodded without question.
"Beauty" cannot only be reflected by the "golden ratio", but the "ultimate perfection" they are discussing now is different. This is an important premise: if there really is something "perfect" in the world, then it should be able to fully embody every "beauty" in the world under any circumstances. Since the "golden ratio" is widely regarded as a number that contains "beauty", then this "perfect" thing must be able to thoroughly embody this mathematical beauty under various circumstances before it can be called " Perfect".
This may be a very serious topic in some aspects, but the atmosphere in Experimental Product No. 1 is not very serious, and can even be said to be relaxed - after all, these crew members are just casually in the boring process of imaginary submersible. Just find a topic to talk about to pass the time.
"Although the ratio of 1:1.61803 is considered common sense knowledge that children know, it is just an omission made by artists and architects for the convenience of calculation and engineering. The real 'golden number' is Fibonacci The extreme value of the ratio of the two terms before and after the sequence is Φ=(√5-1)/2. Obviously, this is an irrational number."
Akuldona stopped talking, and his two listeners agreed after a brief nanosecond of verification.
But then, the person involved no longer continued to argue on this topic, as if all the issues he should say could be naturally settled on the point that "Φ is an irrational number." When the answer is based on this ironclad fact, it should be self-evident.
After a brief silence, the one who first initiated the topic of "perfection" and who looked no different from the unfallen Fulgrim asked: "What's next?"
Even though the person involved was wearing a helmet, it was obvious that Akuldona was stuck by this question: "Next... the golden number is an irrational number, so it can never be accurately reflected, so in the true sense 'Perfect' doesn't exist...?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka in the illusion only talked about the previous part, and the fabricated Fulgrim already fully understood what the other party meant. Although Akuldona could roughly guess the intermediate process through the results of the proof questions, he was not 100% sure about it.
"But even for humans, mathematical symbols can solve this problem." Santo retorted calmly, "This is not even a profound knowledge. Anyone with a little education can use the corresponding mathematical symbols to solve problems that cannot be solved." Calculate as accurately as possible while exhausting the irrational numbers themselves, until the environment itself requires a 'finite' answer. I do not mean to defend the enemy, I just feel the need to raise this concern: those natural in the subspace The thinking and logic held by the created creatures are so different from ours. Who knows whether they have anything beyond our knowledge on this issue that can completely exhaust the 'infinite non-recurring decimals' What’s the solution?”
"Because this is a 'problem that should not be solved'." Another voice answered them, "If 'infinity' can be 'exhausted', then what is the difference between 'infinity' and 'finite'? Even on this basic level In a universe that has gone half crazy, blurring the boundaries between the two is also an absolute taboo that will undoubtedly subvert the existing order - I quite like accepting this kind of duel challenge, but you are sure to do it in such a small space. Do you want to take action?"
In the small space of the prototype No. 1 cabin, there is a "fourth person" who does not exist in the cabin. He is a blond man who still wears sunglasses even in dim light. He is dressed in simple clothes without any protection. A mortal man wearing a leather jacket and even exposing part of his skin without caring. In front of the muzzles of two bolt guns and a ceremonial sword that has been handed to the side of his neck, he walked leisurely with a rare good temper. Said Zai.
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On the seventh day of being stationed in Skelos, the Chaldean team finally took care of some trivial matters and prepared to set off again in the direction of Baal.
After the warp shadow caused by the Hive dissipated, the astropaths on the Lion's Mane had to be busy for a while in order to convey the current situation of Skelos to various imperial agencies. As for whether the astrological messages from the dark side of the empire can successfully reach where they are supposed to go, what will the relevant departments do after receiving this information - or even whether the astrological messages will be rejected by the imperial bureaucrats after they are delivered. At the bottom of the box, Fujimaru Ritsuka cannot control it.
Although it is regrettable, in the current situation, I have to say that "fortunately" Skelos has become a wild star after all. When it comes to dealing with follow-up matters on a desolate star, there is not a big difference in whether the empire will come to support in three days or thirty years later. Therefore, when Fujimaru Ritsuka decided to continue advancing Chaldea's mission without waiting for a reply from the "relevant departments", he encountered no opposition.
After using various means to learn the main purpose of this group of people going to Baal, even Judge Hastings would not openly express opposition on this issue. Especially after Custodian Warden Vasilian and his squad joined the Stormbound.
Half a year may have been enough time for Fujimaru Ritsuka and the original body of the Night Lord to get to know each other from "Mr. Conrad" to "Conrad!", but it was obviously not enough to soften the attitude of a conservative inquisitor. Of course Sibylla Hastings on board the Storm Boundary still retains some opinions. He just realizes that at present, his opinions are not only turned into words and presented in the mission report, but also in some way that only he knows. Apart from being regularly sent to the Macragge's Glory, it could only be "kept" in his heart.
The reason why the Imperial Inquisitors are so frighteningly powerful has little to do with their personal strength or the rosette of the Inquisition itself. What really makes them powerful is the resources that the Throne Envoy can call upon - but on the Stormbound or the Lion's Mane, Judge Hastings doesn't even have to call on the resources on the spot, he even contacts the acolytes he originally formed. To the monk team, he had to rely on a rather roundabout way to convey information to them. He has even discovered that his successful communication with the outside world was based on Fujimaru Ritsuka himself allowing this to happen.
After all, whether it is the Night Lord, the Fire Wing Master of the Dark Angel, or the Forbidden Army, they are not vegetarians in terms of infiltration and counter-infiltration. But after the Inquisitor became suspicious for a while, he discovered that the message he sent had not been intercepted: there was no doubt that this was tacitly approved. When he boarded the ship, Fujimaru Ritsuka's words "The political wisdom of the Imperial Regent made him think that he needs someone who doesn't trust me as his eyeliner, and I just don't care about this." There is indeed no moisture at all.
For Inquisitor Hastings, and indeed for any Imperial person, this may be a very strange state: to some extent, he can be said to be trapped in the enemy camp, but under the instruction of the enemy leader, It can even be said that he lives a very smooth life, and can even complete some small actions that may be detrimental to the person involved "in full view". And incredibly, he still enjoys a certain degree of say in the daily operations of this team - at the cost of inevitably taking on some detailed work.
Inquisitor Hastings certainly welcomed all this from the perspective of achieving his own goals. But as long as he puts himself in his shoes for a moment, he can't help but start to doubt whether Fujimaru Ritsuka's mental state is normal. But by now, he had learned how to give up thinking only appropriately on similar matters while maintaining the necessary vigilance. The Inquisitor's only slight complaint about this matter is that Fujimaru Ritsuka should not jump to the conclusion that he was born in Grand Ultramar and had experience in performing duties in the Psionic Council of the Ultramarines Primarch. It was assumed that he was good at paperwork.
While he was certainly good at it, he didn't enjoy dealing with it.
After Somni was on board (again) and Stormbound returned to Lion's Mane's Gnaku via imaginary submersion, the Gladius-class light cruiser began to sail slowly toward Mandeville Point in the system. Inquisitor Hastings is taking the battle report of Skelos, looking for the Blood Angels on this small ship that looks like a warp, so that he can check the details with them and receive this report. tail.
At the same time, he also knew that the Astropaths were taking advantage of the last moment of their stay in the material universe to send travel notices in the direction of Baal, informing Chaldea of the approximate arrival time - this matter they were doing from Paal. Menio had already done it once when he left, but that was more than half a year ago. At the current location, which is only about a week away from Baal (if there are no problems with the subspace jump), it is reasonable to make similar notifications again.
In addition, the Navigator was damaged a bit after entering the dark side of the Empire. Although thanks to the "Plane Moon", even if it is difficult to see the Star Torch, this team will not be lost in the disorderly turbulence of the vast ocean, but when will the psykers watching those violent waves be tyrannized by the tyrannical Asia? Devouring space is something that even the emperor cannot guarantee. And most of the crew on the Lion's Mane are from the Great Expedition. If you want to replenish the crew...
The Lion's Mane was not his ship, so he had no time to think about this complicated problem. Judge Hastings said to himself silently.
The navigator's affairs should naturally be taken care of by Fujimaru Ritsuka or Ran Malok. The Inquisitor finally found the Blood Angels gathered in "that" lounge on the Stormbound. The reason why they gathered here is the same reason why this lounge deserves a special mention in the Inquisitor's mouth:
This is the only space on the entire ship where symbols related to the state religion or the emperor are prominently displayed, and there is even a statue that is quite outstanding in terms of artistic standards. And Hastings could tell at a glance that the gathering of the only remaining Blood Angels from the battle on Skelos had some religious significance.
(End of chapter)
