Superman

A long metal oval table, on which are various calculation manuscripts and various tools placed in a mess.

Four leftover pizza boxes, five or six cups of Fat House Happy Water, and plenty of coffee.

It can be seen from the smelly domestic garbage that Howard may not be lying. He really stays in the laboratory these days.

"Only in this messy state can I find the tools I want to use. If it is cleaned up and arranged neatly, I may not be able to work normally."

Howard waved his hand. This is a personal habit. Jarvis, the housekeeper who occasionally comes to take care of him, has long been used to it.

Behind him are two stretchable simple whiteboards, densely written with a large number of formulas, the knowledge involved is enough to make people dizzy.

Luke glanced at it and asked curiously, "Are you going to use palladium as the energy core?"

"You actually understand it? Well, it's not surprising. Any incredible things that happen to Superman seem so normal."

Howard said something with a pretentious expression, and then continued: "I participated in the Manhattan Project before, and Oppenheimer studied nuclear fission, using chain reactions to release terrible energy."

"Although I am an arms dealer, I am not interested in uncontrollable lethal weapons, and there are already enough geniuses in that field, so there is no need to squeeze in one."

"So you set your sights on nuclear fusion?"

Luke took over the conversation and picked up a design drawing that was scribbled.

In terms of ideas, it already has the prototype of a tokamak thermonuclear fusion reactor.

In terms of appearance, it looks a bit like the big guy who was later placed in the Stark Industries weapons R&D department.

Iron Man Tony Stark, who was inspired by it, developed a scaled-down version of the Ark reactor.

"That's right! The fuels used by nuclear fusion are deuterium and tritium, and deuterium exists in large quantities in seawater. There is one deuterium atom for every 6500 hydrogen atoms, and the total amount of deuterium in seawater is about 45 trillion tons."

Howard snapped his fingers. It was the best thing in the world to have a chat partner who understood what he was saying.

"The deuterium contained in each liter of seawater is completely fused, and the fusion energy released is equivalent to the energy of 300 liters of gasoline fuel. Calculated according to the energy consumed by the world, the fusion energy of deuterium in seawater can be used for tens of billions of years. Therefore, as long as I Solving the problem of nuclear fusion is equivalent to solving the world's energy problem!"

Luke, who kept up with the rhythm, nodded and said with a smile: "Even the Atlanteans who are Hai Ming haven't overcome the technical difficulties yet. Where does your confidence come from?"

The reaction requirements and technical requirements of nuclear fusion technology are very high, and controllable nuclear fusion is even more troublesome.

Of course, this is only for the real world that Luke once lived in.

There is no such thing as a scientific barrier in the Marvel universe. As long as a certain genius has an idea, he will soon be able to come up with a finished product that is close to black technology.

One of the representative figures is none other than Mr. Fantastic Mr. Reed Richards.

"Because I am a genius of the Stark family."

Howard touched the two mustaches, and said quite proudly.

"Say something serious."

Luke gave each other a blank look, narcissism and genius are really Stark's family heritage.

"Well, after I returned to New York from the Atlantic Ocean after flying the Nautilus, I began to try various energy-releasing cores."

Howard coughed twice, and said seriously: "Perhaps it was inspired by the heavens. I discovered palladium. It is the No. 46 chemical element. It is a metal and has excellent catalytic properties."

"I electrolyzed heavy water with palladium and observed unusually high energy production, and measured neutron and tritium production."

"What does this mean? If I use palladium as the energy core, make a large annular vacuum chamber, wrap coils around the outside, and drive it with current to generate a huge spiral magnetic field inside, and then heat the plasma in it to a high temperature. It can achieve the effect of nuclear fusion."

Howard was dancing with excitement. It was an amazing discovery for him, and an exciting breakthrough for the world.

"The details still need to be considered. For example, stability, energy loss, and how to apply these are issues that cannot be ignored."

Luke pondered for a moment before giving an answer.

Howard is indeed a veritable genius, and he easily overcomes a major difficulty across the ages.

"You're right. I just made a rough outline, and there's still a lot to fill in."

After the excitement, Howard finally regained his calm thinking.

"Doesn't the U.S. military have a paper clip program? S.H.I.E.L.D. has recruited so many German scientists, found a few people related to nuclear physics, and formed a team. What do you think?"

"That's not a problem. But the Soviet Union vigorously developed the nuclear industry and took away a group of people long ago. You may not like the remaining elites."

Luke shrugged. He knew that Howard had very high requirements for researchers.

"Wait, I have a good candidate! Last time I met a Soviet scientist at the reception of the Atomic Energy Commission."

Howard frowned, trying to remember: "His name is Anton Vanke! I heard that he defected from the Soviet Union and once presided over important projects."

"We chatted about the research on nuclear fission and nuclear fusion. He is barely a junior member of the genius club, and he may be a good helper."

Luke blinked, the grievances between Stark and Anton's two generations of families, this is the beginning?

"Okay, I'll go to the Atomic Energy Commission dignitaries."

He nodded in agreement, paused, and asked meaningfully: "Howard, have you ever thought about reducing the size of the reactor and using it as the core energy source of some kind of weapon?"

"for example?"

"Like power armor."

Chapter 153? Iron Man Dad, show real skills

"Power armor?"

Howard frowned slightly, a little confused.

At this time, the starship paratroopers of Robert Heinlein, the master of science fiction, had not yet appeared, and power armor was a relatively unfamiliar concept.

The best-selling, Hugo Award-winning sci-fi war novel, which was later made into the classic film Starship Troopers, featured soldiers in military gear resembling powered exoskeletons.

Many games and film and television works in later generations have followed this concept and carried it forward.

"Similar to my Superman suit."

Luke explained.

He has always been interested in making Howard Stark Iron Man.

Why do you have to wait decades for Tony to face the journalists and say the classic line "I am Iron Man".

In terms of brains, Howard is no worse than his son.

Anyway, the timeline has been messed up, and even Gu has a headache when he looks at it.

Then simply don't need to care about the original plot anymore, the advantage of foresight is no longer important to Luke.

He has already completed primitive accumulation and entered the developmental stage of explosive growth.

"Superman's suit? I've always been curious about how the Hydra gang developed that thing! It requires the use of nano-molecular technology that is impossible to achieve at this stage."

There was an incomprehensible look in Howard's eyes.

"Before the major innovation in microscope manufacturing technology, we can say that we knew very little about the world of atoms and molecules. And your cool suit belongs to the mature application of nanotechnology. To be honest, I don't believe it. Nine Snakehead scientists have mastered cutting-edge technologies to control individual atoms and molecules and explore the microscopic world."

Luke raised his eyebrows. It really wasn't easy to fool a brilliant genius.

Their heads are always full of all kinds of strange questions, and they can easily find those unreasonable places.

"It does not matter."

Luke cleared his throat, and said briefly: "There are many unknown things in the world, just like the Rubik's Cube. For you, is it a product that should appear in this era?"

Howard was speechless. After pondering for a moment, he seemed to think it made sense, and put away his suspicious eyes.

"Then you mean, let me make a similar battle suit, using the reactor as the core energy source?"

As Iron Man's father, Howard quickly understood Luke's idea and began to consider the feasibility.

"Let me think about it, your battle suit has a high technical content. It is soft, tough and malleable, and has strong adaptability. Nano-molecular technology allows the surface to be freely combined and change its appearance."

"You once resisted the main gun of a tank, but in the end there was no injury, and the suit was not damaged in any way. This proves that it has the function of absorbing high heat and energy. After further consideration, it may also be able to protect against radiation."

"If I were to design it, I would definitely arrange atoms and molecules in a certain way to create something similar to artificial muscle fibers, and then programmatically encode it, which can be used for a variety of purposes."

"Such as surface hardening, which is like an upgraded version of body armor, which can withstand machine guns and artillery."

"It also absorbs the light refracted around, and completes the double invisibility of the naked eye and the instrument."

When it comes to technical research and specific applications, Howard, as an arms dealer, naturally has a big brain.

"By the way, I remember the generals in the Pentagon. They wanted you to hand over your battle suits and study similar technologies. Why didn't they make any noise?"

He paused and looked at Luke, who was listening carefully.

To be honest, Howard is also very interested in the Superman suit.

Just considering that Luke may not agree, and it feels strange to study other people's underwear, he immediately gave up this idea.

"Well, that's right."

Luke nodded.

"Colonel Phillips tested my reaction and said that the Pentagon and the White House are going to hold an inquiry meeting."

"Later, Namor from Atlantis appeared and damaged two aircraft carriers of the Atlantic Fleet. After I pushed them back, no one mentioned it again."

"Actually, I'm a good talker, and I don't mind cooperating with the Pentagon and the White House to hold an inquiry meeting."

Howard rolled his eyes, automatically ignored the unreliable answer, and returned to the restaurant on the first floor in his nightgown.

The housekeeper, Jarvis, was not here today. He was usually only in charge of the management of the New York mansion, and would come here occasionally.

It is said that the capable butler in his 30s is quite a British gentleman.

He once served in the British Air Force and won the championship boxer for three consecutive years after retiring from the army.

While extraordinary in skill, he is also very capable of doing things.

Not only Howard's best friend, but also a reliable helper.

Thinking of Alfred, the housekeeper in the studio next door, who once had an astonishing record of beating Superman.

Every time Luke greeted Jarvis, he would unconsciously be more polite.

After all, under the worldview of superheroes.

To be able to do a good job as a housekeeper, there must be some hidden skills.

"Your proposal is very interesting, but it is a bit troublesome to implement in practice."

Howard ate a sandwich, his cheeks were bulging, and he said, "The problem of the energy system, let's put it aside for the time being."

"The first thing to face is the material. Ordinary alloy steel is obviously not enough. The protection of the body, the defense against heavy weapons, and shock absorption all need to be considered."

"Secondly, I don't have inhuman power like you. To increase the power of the power armor, it needs to be equipped with various weapons, such as machine guns, micro-missiles, and propellers."

"I thought about it just now. If I want to make a real thing, it should be a small giant three to four meters high. It may be cumbersome to operate, and it can only be used as a mobile fortress to attract firepower."

"I don't think it's very useful. I hope he's closer to a normal person's form, preferably enough to attract attention. Whether he's strong or not is a trivial matter, and whether he's handsome or not is important!"

Howard swallowed the last bite of his sandwich and took a sip of warm milk.

After hearing Luke's suggestion, he was really moved.

However, as a scientist with a pragmatic spirit, Howard thought about it carefully and found that the feasibility was not high.

On the one hand, there are limitations of the times, on the other hand, this involves many technical difficulties.

Unless you invest a lot of energy and time, you won't get much results.

"There will be bread, and there will be milk. Atlantis will solve the technical problems. As for the materials, I can give you a surprise gift package then."

Luke has a mysterious face, inexplicably a bit like an old man with white beard who stuffs presents into socks at Christmas.

"But that's all for later. Now go take a shower, take care of your mustache and messy hair, and then rush to Washington, DC. Today is my honor ceremony."

Hearing Luke give orders, Howard subconsciously sniffed the pajamas on his body, and found that there was an unpleasant smell of rotten food, so he followed the instructions obediently.

"Tsk tsk, the youngest lieutenant general in the history of the United States is really an enviable guy!"

Before leaving, he took a sip of the lemon slices in the fruit plate and said sourly.

White House, South Lawn.

Not long ago, that Mr. President added a balcony to the south colonnade, and by the way, conducted a thorough inspection of the country's highest official residence.

It turned out that the problem was too serious and there were many safety hazards, so it was decided to carry out large-scale rectification.

Now, the president's family has moved to live in Blair across Pennsylvania Avenue.

Today is the awarding ceremony for Major General Cavell, and the press conference is scheduled here.