"No, I think you should just demonstrate the solution directly."
Ed refused bluntly. First of all, he himself is not an expert in this area; secondly, he knows that a third-order Rubik's Cube can theoretically transform in about 400 billion ways, which is an astronomical number.
"Okay, please see clearly. Taking the side you are looking at directly as the front, it is divided into six sides: front and rear, left and right, top and bottom. The optimal solution has a total of seventeen steps -"
Sylvie's smile looked even faker than that of a salesperson in a department store. She stretched out her hand in front of Ed and slowly twisted the Rubik's Cube:
"First, the front side is turned 90° counterclockwise, then the right side is rotated 90° counterclockwise, and the top side is rotated 180° clockwise..."
Ed watched the whole process attentively. After she twisted it seventeen times, the Rubik's Cube formed a beautiful pattern: the cross part was composed of five different shades of black, and the four corners were the same black.
"How about it? Can you remember it?"
Sylvie asked, seemingly concerned, while holding the Rubik's Cube with one hand. There was a subtle smugness and cunningness in her crimson eyes, which was not the expression that a machine should have.
"I'll give it a try. I'm afraid I'll need some paper and pen."
The difference between the blacks is too subtle and easy to confuse, but fortunately, you only need to remember the rotation sequence to complete the locking.
He took the locked Rubik's Cube with his right hand, and conjured a set of notebooks out of thin air with his left hand. I quickly wrote on the paper from memory:
[Front-1right-1top+2back-1left-1bottom+1front-1bottom-1left-1bottom+1front+2bottom+2back+2bottom+2right-1front-1top -1】
Rotating 90° clockwise is recorded as +1, flipping 180° counterclockwise is recorded as -2, and so on, simplifying 17 transformations into 17 combinations of directions and numbers. The difficulty of such a memory is barely within his ability. within.
Then just swap the positive and negative and spell it out from back to front. After all, he does not have Arthur's gifted memory ability, and in some matters "a good memory is not as good as a bad writing".
When the last step of transformation was completed, the Rubik's Cube instantly transformed from solid to liquid like a punctured water balloon, crawling up the body like countless sticky slugs, wrapping around Ed's torso.
Is this the best way to instantly put on armor? Is it too extravagant... Ed sighed.
In the Bureau of Divine Investigation, anomalies in space and secrets and techniques are confidential documents that require application to access. He had a hunch that the value and production cost of this set of phase loops even exceeded the armor itself.
It is worthy of being the armor worn by His Majesty the Emperor in his early years. He really spent a lot of money on it.
Wait, something is wrong...
Ed suddenly felt something strange, and a huge sense of pressure came from his spine, arms, and leg bones, as if a huge steam forging hammer had crushed his entire body.
He immediately realized the problem: his figure was taller compared to this armor, but the black gold armor still wanted to return to its original shape. This huge inertial force squeezed his bones, almost killing him. Shattered.
stop! He immediately used his mind to erase the fictitious black gold armor from the palace of thought to avoid ending up in pieces.
"Oh, it's so dangerous -" Sylvie covered her lips with her sleeves and asked happily, "How is it? It doesn't matter, right?"
"Huh...it's okay."
Ed didn't bother to get angry with her, and just collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud. At this moment, he really wanted to wake up and wipe the cold sweat on his body:
"If Catalina doesn't need this thing one day, it would be good to put it in our interrogation room and use it as an iron maiden."
At least he confirmed one thing: although the black gold armor was changing into a liquid state, it was not plastic. It will only be restored to its original appearance and will not be adjusted to fit the wearer's body shape.
"Speaking of which, since you knew there was a secret in this armor, why didn't you just tell me when you got it?" He suddenly sat up and asked curiously.
If Sylvie really had the same interests as him, why did she hide something on this issue?
"Because I also have amnesia. Here, like you, do you still remember?"
Sylvie tapped her temple with her index finger and continued:
"When the program was upgraded to version 2.0, I seemed to have accidentally restored some data. I knew the secret of this armor, but I didn't know why I knew it."
"Then how many things can you recall now? Can you recall why you appeared in my head?"
"It's not that simple. The recovered memory data is too fragmented. You should know that feeling. It's like a broken wire. It's only possible when you reach a certain juncture, meet certain people, and see certain things. It will suddenly connect.”
"Well, at least it's not a bad thing." Ed shrugged and accepted the reality, "If you suddenly remember it one day, remember to tell me, okay?"
"Of course, no problem, my dear good sir." Sylvie made a perfunctory gesture of submission, "Then will we still have that kind of relationship from now on?"
"What kind of relationship is it? A relationship of collusion and collusion?"
"Hmm, if you want, you can call me that."
"Oh my God, I'm flirting with a machine. I'm so crazy."
Ed laughed dumbly, patted his butt and sat back on the table. At this moment, he had already thought about how to reply to Catalina.
[About this question, I can only answer you this way...]
He picked up the pen and wrote on the paper.
