I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 7 I want to be a superhero

Soon it was Wednesday, and after a few days of fermentation, all secrets were no longer secrets. All the classmates knew that Harley was punished for cooperating with her father to fight fake matches.

Well-informed, even know that her father owes a large amount of usury to Heibang.

Some sympathized, some sincerely expressed concern, many girls gloated, and some fell into trouble.

It seems that overnight, the former campus figures fell into a quagmire.

She didn't have a good time being pointed at her behind her back. She didn't participate in club activities this afternoon, nor did she practice table tennis with Bruce, the tool man. She left school and rode her bike to Greenwich Village.

Gunga Dinner, an Indian restaurant chain.

"Hi, Harley!" At the dining table near the glass window, the brown curly-haired woman waved to Harley on the street.

She's Jessica Sheksnard, fresh out of college and currently acting as Halle's agent.

As a famous "smile queen" in the gymnastics industry, unless the brokerage company is blind, it is impossible to ignore her.

"How, Jesse?" Harry put down his bag and stared hopefully at the agent's broad forehead.

"Are you sure those songs are original, yours?" Jessica took a sip of coffee and looked suspiciously at the sweaty girl across from her.

Harry asked calmly, "Have you come across similar lyrics?"

Jessica frowned and said, "That's not true, but the styles of several songs are very different in terms of lyrics and styles. They are not like the works of one person, and they are not even in the same age group. You little girl, you shouldn't be like that. Deep mood."

"It's not like you can say that," Harry said.

The manager didn't hide it, and said directly: "I don't understand music, and I don't have much in-depth intersection with pop music.

In order to help you sell songs, I specially found an expert, and these comments are all from him and me. "

It seems that "he" is really an expert, Quan Te is right!

Harry sighed.

As a seasoned and steady traverser, she certainly knew the loopholes and drawbacks of Gong Duo.

Therefore, more than ten years ago, she was too young to play herself as a talented woman. The Olympic champion and endorsement fee were the future she planned for herself.

As for superheroes.
If she had superhuman strength, she would definitely be willing to save the world, but now that she has a turtle shell, could she form a team with Batman and use him as a meat shield?
Therefore, it is more comfortable to be a rich, famous and leisure sports star.Of course, the plan to quickly upgrade the experience cannot be relaxed. After all, it is a dangerous DC universe. With the defense of the "steel body", it is possible to guarantee the life to spend the earned money.

"Jesse, you know my current situation, and I don't have time to discuss mood and style with those experts. I want money, and I'll get both the money and the goods, and we'll go home." Harry said solemnly.

Jessica nodded and said, "Before meeting those musicians, I have registered the copyright of the song for you.

Once the copyright registration is successful, God has come, and can't take away your song unless it gives money. "

"Very good." Harry smiled contentedly. "Is there a 'God' to buy it?"

"Five hundred dollars a piece, twenty songs, ten thousand dollars."

"Christ Jesus, where is this God? Did you talk to Satan? Satan's heart is not so dark."

Harry blushed, slapped the table and shouted, causing others to look around.

Jessica pressed her right hand down, motioning her not to get excited, "I'll be honest, the price isn't too dark."

"You didn't take that bastard's black money, did you?" Harry asked suspiciously.

How many American entertainment articles she has watched at a certain point, the protagonists even saved money to make a movie with only one song.

Her [-] top ten hits on the pop charts cost only $[-]? !
Jessica's face darkened, "In the sports world, you are a smile queen and famous, but in the music industry, you are nothing.

Go and find out how many new writers sell songs for fifty dollars, or even ten dollars. "

"Ten dollars? They drink the northwest wind?" Harry couldn't believe it.

"Hey, let's sell the songs first. If one or two hits, won't the lyricist's value skyrocket? If the singer is a big name like Britney Sweetie or Avril, most writers are even willing to give away songs for free."

Harry sighed helplessly, "Plan A fails, but plan B always succeeds, right?"

"The story of "Inception" is really good, and I liked it very much, but the director Nolan you asked for seems to have passed away."

"What? It's only five years now, how could he die? Is it a different person with the same name and surname?" Harry asked in surprise.

She doesn't want to go the way of others and leave them nowhere to go.

Now forced by life, she has become a copywriter. She also hopes to minimize the loss of the original author, so she wants to sell the script to the original author.

Uh, seems more cheap?
"British Nolan, who filmed Memento," Jessica said.

"That's him," Harry nodded. "How did he die?"

"According to his wife, Director Nolan is contemplating a crime film about the 'Dark Knight'.

It's probably the kind of hero who fights bullies alone in disguise, very tragic and dark. "

"And then?" Harry's expression was a little strange.

"Where else can I find inspiration better than Gotham? He lived in Gotham for half a month, and every night he ran to the dark alleys to find drag heroes, the Avengers, Mr. Shadow, the baton, the black man, the perverted gays. "

When it comes to drag heroes, Jessica has a vicious tone.

Harry covered his face, already guessing Nolan's ending.

"His Dark Knight didn't show up, and his own life became part of Gotham's sin."

"Alas!" Harry sighed, covering his face, "What about Plan C? Have you found a publisher for "I Grow Potatoes on Mars"?"

"'Growing Potatoes' is short science fiction and should be published in science fiction magazines like Locus, New World, Asimov," Jessica said.

"How many cents can I get for the manuscript fee? I want to cash it quickly!" Harry said.

"The point is that your novels don't even like magazines." Jessica said helplessly.

"Impossible, such a hardcore science fiction novel, I'm not surprised to win the Hugo Award." Harley said dissatisfied.

"I deliberately found a relationship to send the novel to the editor-in-chief of "Track". He said that your novel is very unscientific and has very big logical loopholes." Jessica said.

Harley was pissed off, "Growing Potatoes" is "The Martian", a novel whose content is so hard-core that it can almost be repeated in reality, is it unscientific?
"Many details of "Growing Potatoes" have been guided by our school's science and technology teacher. He has studied at NASA, so there is absolutely no major logic loophole." She affirmed her tone.

"Where's Dr. Manhattan?" Jessica said lightly.

"What?" Harley opened her mouth slightly, her pretty face full of blankness, "What does this have to do with Dr. Manhattan?"

"People all over the world know that Dr. Manhattan is on Mars. If the Mars scientific expedition team members crash, the first person to call for help must be Dr. Manhattan.

And Dr. Manhattan built a crystal palace on Mars. Where do you need to grow potatoes, go there to eat rice, isn't it fragrant? "

Harry's mouth was wide open, and his face was dull.

She wanted to refute this ridiculous remark loudly, but she opened and closed her mouth several times, but she didn't know what to say.

Yes, it’s already 2005, and the U.S. government and government are still pulling the tiger’s skin as a banner, posting a few photos of “Manhattan Mars Life” every few days, to make the relationship between the “God on Earth” and the Pentagon continue to be stable.

An American-Vietnamese female entrepreneur named "Zhao Yu" even created a "Mars phone booth", which is distributed in major cities in the United States, and ordinary people can also leave messages to Dr. Manhattan through the phone booth.

Therefore, when she was killed on Mars, she first thought of Dr. Manhattan before she echoed the logic. Her "Growing Potatoes" seems really unscientific.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, opened his schoolbag, and put out a thumb drive on the table. "Fortunately, I recently came up with a plan D."

"What?" Jessica asked curiously.

"The Red Manhattan of a Certain Science" tells the story of a Soviet scientist who accidentally created a quantum ghost, the fake Dr. Manhattan, while studying ball lightning.

It contains my personal understanding of the existence of Dr. Manhattan, a novel with great brains. ' Harry explained.

Uh, this time, she took action against her compatriots and changed Da Liu's "Ball Lightning".

Because of the inquiry, I learned that there is no big Liu in this world.

The quantum ghost in "Ball Lightning" is almost a scientific version of Dr. Manhattan: a person attacked by a quantum weapon will enter a quantum state, which is a cloud of probability.

Theoretically, the probability cloud is distributed all over the universe, and in a certain range and a certain time period, the probability of seeing him is the same.

For example, you might meet Dr. Manhattan in New York on April 95, 4.

It is also possible to see him on a star 2015 light-years away in our solar system on April 4, 3.

In time and space, Dr. Manhattan is probabilistically distributed according to quantum states, but he cannot be stable at one point in time and one point in space.

Like rolling a dice, you can't always have three sixes.

To put it bluntly, the current Dr. Manhattan is unscientific, and he should not exist as stable as humans - always three six.

But he exists.

When reality and theory conflict, the fault must be the theory.

Therefore, beyond the probability cloud, the quantum ghost has another state of existence: the collapsed state after being observed.

Take Schrödinger's cat as an example: a cat and a "single and double bomb" are placed in the bank vault. The so-called single and double bomb is a dice roll. If it is single, the bomb will explode and the cat will be killed; if it is double, the bomb Just turn off the fire and the cat survives.

So, if you don't open the vault door, there are two possibilities for the cat's state: 50% dead and 50% alive.

The existence of a cat is a "quantum state".

The vault door is opened, the state of the cat is observed, the quantum state is broken, and it collapses into a constant unique state.

Not only does Dr. Manhattan collapse, it collapses to a value forever, which is very unscientific.

Halle briefly explained her theory, and finally said: "The reality is that Dr. Manhattan is not fragmented and evenly dispersed in time and space, indicating that he was observed, in a collapsed state, and collapsed to a constant value.

So the question is, who made him collapse?Why is it a constant value? "

"Who? Why?" Jessica was a little confused.

Halle shrugged, "I'm just a novel, the so-called scientific theory is just a brain hole.

To put it bluntly, because of the hot topic of Manhattan, I happened to get some secret files about him recently, so I want to write novels and sell them for money!
I just want money, and I don't care about the life and death of Manhattan. "

"Well, your idea of ​​catching the heat is correct." Jessica came back to her senses and nodded in agreement.

Then, she asked again: "Is there any love in your red Manhattan? Without a love triangle, books are not easy to sell!"

"Of course there is. The plot is completely arranged according to the blue Manhattan model of the United States."

Harry raised three fingers, "Three wives, the first one was his wife when he was a human, and it came from love, the young Mu Shaoai, this is the Manhattan of youth;
The second term is a chick, derived from male instinct, a middle-aged Manhattan;
The third term, an ugly and rough middle-aged black female—"

Jessica interrupted her with a twisted face, "shit, so heavy?! How can readers accept it?"

"It's Russian Manhattan anyway," Halle shrugged. "And black, women, ugly, so politically correct!"

"Well, it's the Russian Manhattan anyway," Jessica patted her chest. "God Christ, I can't imagine our Manhattan with one... ugh! I'm not racist, I'm really eye-catching."

"Actually, this setting has another meaning." Harley smiled and said meaningfully: "After the youth comes middle age, what about after middle age?"

"Old Manhattan?" Jessica mused.

Harry nodded, "The third wife is the choice of the old Manhattan, what the old man needs more is family, care and protection.

Well, the babysitter.So, he chose a family woman who could take care of him. "

"Manhattan should be above the timeline, exist forever, there is no distinction between teenagers, middle-aged, and old?" Jessica frowned.

"That's right, it's common knowledge that Manhattan doesn't get old. But why is he in a collapsed state? Going back to the previous question, why did he also suffer a quantum attack, and others became quantum ghosts, but he was in a stable collapsed state?"

"Why?" Jessica asked curiously.

Harry smiled slyly and pointed to the USB flash drive, "The promise is in it, you can take a look when you go back."

Jessica put away the USB flash drive and smiled: "Even someone like me who never reads science fiction has become interested in red Manhattan, and you're probably going to explode.

However, even if the novel is popular, it is difficult to make 20 yuan in a short period of time. In fact, half a month is not enough to complete a series of tasks such as revision, publication, and publicity. "

"Sell the rights directly to the booksellers, okay?" Harry asked.

Jessica winked at her triumphantly, "My agent is not a vegetarian either, so I got you a plan B, do you want to try it?"

"Let's hear it." Harry became interested.

"The National Bank of the United States is recruiting banknotes, big money!" Jessica said with a smile.

"You want me to be a big bill?" Harry's expression was a little distorted.

(End of this chapter)