There was some commotion in the live broadcast room.
Not to mention the controversial thesis title, Ronan had mentioned the term "melting pot" before.
Someone in the live broadcast room asked whether the "melting pot" was a special kind of "container" - of course, the latter was also what Ronan defined.
Now Ronan has directly identified it: "In this conceptual system, the 'melting pot' is equivalent to the most special 'container' structure of the human body. I mean, it is the kind that belongs to the limit of my cognition. Is there any follow-up? What will happen, I don’t know yet.”
Currently, the person nominally talking to Ronan is Song Guoyang, the president of Song Dynasty. But he also knows that he is just a tool. What Ronan really connects with are the tens of thousands of viewers in the other world in the live broadcast room.
"ZM, lie down well, lie down wonderfully! Otherwise, such words may not come out, at least not today."
"Speaking of which, this person must be pushing against the wall, but what kind of force is he using? Why can't I understand?"
"Don't go off topic, I'm taking notes!"
"What is the concept of the limit of understanding of extraordinary species? Has it not reached the top yet?"
Blood Demon: "It must not have reached the top. If any of you have a chance to look at Geng Geng's face now, you must be confused."
Geng Geng: "Ronan, give me a one-way ticket to Harbin!"
Rusties: "A bunch of cowards intimidated by the unknown."
Jagged: "A dying man without a future."
Rusty: "So you can safely trust your future to others?"
To be honest, it is difficult for the big guys to understand what they are talking about now, and they dare not understand it. On the contrary, it seems easier to understand when Ronan talks about it eloquently.
"I must declare in advance that I only know this kind of thinking until now. It is impossible to come up with a complete set of solutions that not only preserve the inheritance of life on earth, but also plan a reasonable future sequence, while ensuring universality and Security, compatibility, and room for corrective changes.
"There are too many lessons to make up for here, and there are too many things to fill in, so what I can come up with now is just a demonstration, really just a demonstration."
Hearing Ronan's repeated emphasis, Mr. Song became even more nervous, because he could vaguely feel that Ronan was extremely serious when he said these words.
At this time, the adsorption force of the sewage mass stuck to the ground continued to increase, and it probably broke through a threshold. The scalp-numbing sizzling sound, the intensity and density of the noise suddenly climbed to another level.
Mr. Song felt inexplicably that his face and exposed skin seemed to be crawled by dense insects and ants. Subconsciously, he took another step back and bumped into Xu Er behind him.
This ill-tempered Knight of the Order of Justice did not respond at all, staring straight at the sewage mass.
Mr. Song was actually more worried than Xu Er, so he just glanced back instinctively, and then looked at the core area again.
At first glance, his face twitched again.
In the nearest open and deformed refrigerated cabinet, a large amount of frozen meat pieces were piled up. It was clearly affected by this invisible and qualitative force, and suddenly met the same fate as the bulk goods outside the cabinet.
Thick smoke that seemed corrosive and burning billowed up, but seemed to be pressed by a blower. It rushed towards the sewage mass that had begun to hang in the air, and instantly submerged it.
This change is obviously contagious. Several nearby refrigerators emitted thick smoke one after another without spreading out. They all rushed in that direction, forming a smoke area with a diameter of more than two meters. Ronan had to move out. Take a few steps and step out of the way.
Affected by this, the brightness of the cargo compartment dropped sharply.
This was by no means the most thrilling scene Mr. Song saw at night, but it was definitely the most heart-wrenching one. These are all credits for evaporative combustion...
"Gee?"
Mr. Song suddenly took a breath, but because his throat muscles contracted prematurely, the air got stuck in his throat, making an indescribable strange sound.
At the moment when the water ball was completely submerged in the thick smoke, he clearly saw a semi-curled claw sticking out from the chaotic area!
At first glance, it looks as thin as a baby, but with obvious exertion, the skin and flesh covering it expands, tears and heals rapidly, and then it seems to be waving more intensely, so that more dirty smoke is discharged, correspondingly The ground exposed a vague outline in the central area.
Seems to be……
At this time, a strong beam of light suddenly hit him, but Xu Er subconsciously turned on the lighting system of the exoskeleton - it should be said that he was well-trained.
At least Ronan gave him a thumbs up.
The highly nervous Xu Er regretted it after doing it, but received a silent compliment from Ronan, and his mind became even more confused. The lighting beam remained there, piercing the smoke area, making the originally blurry outline clearer.
Mr. Song, who was facing the smoke area, had already stiffened and was nailed to the spot.
At this time, his eyes were definitely not as good as those of those with abilities around him. In fact, it was difficult to distinguish anything too specific from this chaotic and ferocious scene.
But the problem is, isn't the origin of all these changes a hair belonging to him?
There was also a monster arm drawn out just now.
If things don't concern oneself, things will be chaotic if they concern oneself.
Today, Mr. Song can't make chaos on his own, but he can't stop his head from thinking wildly.
The more I think about it, the more similar it becomes, and the more I look at it, the more similar it becomes.
That is, a person?
To be precise, it's like a person whose body is suspended in the air...or should be said to be submerged in water, and who is unconsciously paddling his hands and feet in an irregular manner. Floating back and forth in the smoke area.
The first arm was probably exposed when it floated to the edge.
If this could be shrunk a little further and returned to the original state represented by the thin arms, it might look more like a baby in its mother's womb.
But now, nothing can go back.
That is exactly the physique of a normal adult, so the movements of the figure gradually stop, turning into the classic posture of curling up with arms around the knees, rolling silently in the smoke and water, bringing people only a "forbidden creation" "The eerie feeling.
Mr. Song's upper and lower teeth began to chatter.
At this time, he couldn't help but think of those movies and TV shows with similar themes, the classic plots in which clones replace natural people.
At this moment, the outline of the tumbling figure happened to turn to an angle, and the eyes that seemed to be closed or open, but with empty eyes, were facing him.
The entire image on the opposite side became clear - in fact, there were still some differences, but with the spontaneous correction of his thoughts, he suddenly had the feeling of looking into a mirror.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Mr. Song screamed loudly, but just as he opened his mouth, Cui Da suddenly stretched out his hand and covered his mouth with his armor-covered palm, but he almost completely wrapped his head in... and even crushed it to pieces.
Not for anything else, just because at this moment Ronan raised his hand to signal and started talking again. This time he was basically facing the audience in the live broadcast room:
"Such a 'prop' was temporarily made for the convenience of demonstration. For the time being, we think that this is an ordinary person who is close to Mr. Song's innate conditions and does not have the opportunities and qualifications of a capable person.
"If an ordinary person like Mr. Song without any special qualifications evolves step by step to obtain extraordinary power. I think there is a more reasonable way..."
As he spoke, the visibility of the smoke area was obviously increasing, and he could see that the "prop" figure was beginning to relax his body, his feet landed on the ground, and he naturally transformed into a standing posture.
Looking at it this way, it looks like the most normal normal person - if it weren't for the pores in its mouth and nose, it was still inhaling the surrounding smoke.
Looking more closely, his face shape is somewhat similar to Mr. Song's, but his body shape is much more standard, his eye sockets are hollow, there are no obvious sexual characteristics, and his skin is slightly lacking in real luster.
Ronan stretched out his hand, and a faint light lit up on the front chest of this "prop". At this time, he added a few words:
"Well, I would also like to thank the various scientific researchers who have continued to study the so-called 'prototype format' over the years, as well as the many burners on the Deep Blue platform. They have provided a lot of good data. And the material, some of the people in it, are pretty amazing..."
The meaning behind the words is complex and needs careful consideration.
But at this time, basically no one in the live broadcast room will bother with this kind of thinking.
Ronan got started without any buffer, and demonstrated to the live broadcast room audience that it involves both the material and spiritual levels, including blood circulation, nerves, digestion, breathing, immune system and other human system components. They gradually strengthen and interact with each other, and finally form The inner logic of the "melting pot" structure.
On the "demonstration prop", as Ronan kept pointing, more and more areas lit up. Little by little, there are connections between them.
Unknowingly, the familiar tetrahedral structure with inscribed and circumscribed spheres, which everyone is familiar with, quietly took shape.
As Ronan said, it is just a rough presentation without much substantive content. If it were "reduced" into a paper, it would at most be an outline, a title, and a few hand-drawn drawings.
It is almost impossible for the audience to learn any precise and effective practice methods from it, but there is no obstacle to understanding this large-scale logic.
Because it is easy to understand, the doubts are more diffuse.
"Is this a 'melting pot' or a 'prototype format'?"
"Format theory is stupid!"
"It's the Burner system anyway, right?"
"Are you going to regard this model as orthodox? Is this different from Burner?"
"If it's different, where is the movement?"
There will never be a shortage of smart people in the world. Long Qi, who was still struggling with the remaining toxins in his body, felt his eyes twitch when he saw this barrage in the live broadcast room.
But what really caused his nervous system to go crazy was the light radiating from the "prop" next to Ronan - as a qualified burner, he was very familiar with this feeling.
That is the "burnt smell" when the life energy stimulated by the human body has accumulated to a certain extent and is approaching the "ignition point", and the limit pass is almost burned through.
Real life?
No movement?
There were differences between the two categories, but the same extremely serious issues collided and sparked in Long Qi's mind.
At this time, the life energy gathered by the method of configuration is like sunlight passing through a lens, focusing at the center of the inscribed circle...
Fire up with a bang.
The "props" suddenly lit up and continued to burn in such a brilliant way.
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