A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

To be honest, Albert has always been curious about how Professor X solved the time problem.

He can erase people's memories, but he can't erase the weird "still" time on electronic devices or surveillance.

But obviously, this question can only be kept in mind for the time being.

People's actions returned to normal in an instant,

"Okay ladies and gentlemen, believe me, we have plenty of time to see each other on campus."

Then, Albert asked Natasha to take out a black leather suitcase containing clothes from the trunk and handed it to him.

One after another, the two walked towards the gray rectangular administrative building of MIT.

After a brief meeting with campus higher-ups, Albert hurried to the auditorium.

This is his first time giving a lecture in this world, and it is also the best time for him to create an image of a genius obsessed with scientific research.

Due to Professor x, it is less than 20 minutes before the lecture starts.

The conference hall on the third floor was already crowded with professors from various branches of physics.

A Nobel Prize winner in theoretical physics and two astronomy sat in the front row. In the middle was the famous stern president of MIT, and next to him was the white-haired Howard Stark.

"Let us welcome Mr. Irvine and ask him to address us."

"I am Albert Irvine,"

A beam of light fell on Albert.

“The topic of my lecture today is the movement of particles in the microscopic universe—starting with quantum entanglement.”

According to Planck's equation..."

His eyes swept across the first row of spectators, especially Howard, who was sitting in the middle.

The seventy-year-old man was a little sleepy and tried his best to hide his yawn.

Howard... He thought for a while, it seemed that the Cosmic Cube was still in the hands of SHIELD in 1987.

This is his energy of choice!

As for the Cosmic Rubik's Cube... Let's talk about quantum energy technology today.

He once sold suspension power technology to Stark Industries, but perhaps due to Howard's caution, the two parties have not further cooperated since then.

Thinking of this, Albert suddenly stopped his speech.

After walking around the stage quietly, he raised the A4 paper manuscript prepared on the podium high.

I saw him making a handset gesture with his right hand at his ear toward the back row.

"This is the topic that the professors originally wanted me to talk about. Do you want to hear it?"

In the first few seconds, there were just some scattered sounds, which gradually became louder and louder, causing the professors in the front row who were a little confused to turn around.

"Tell me, are you really here to hear this? A bunch of obscure formulas that you may never learn in your life? Some crappy history of the development of physics?"

Then, the students' voices gradually unified into one word,

"No! No!"

A white girl with brown hair and wearing a navel-baring outfit even stood up, held up a bunch of wires that looked like they had just been taken out of the laboratory, and shouted,

"Albert, tell me something we've never heard before!"

The sound echoed throughout the auditorium, and the tangle of wires turned out to be a homemade electromagnetic loudspeaker.

Albert pulled off the fixed microphone and swept the microphone around the audience.

"You all heard that, do you all think so?"

A flood of "Yes"s.

Albert nodded and pressed his hands down to signal silence.

He glanced at the middle of the first row. The professors were all frowning, but Howard's eyes were shining with expectation.

Then the lights went out and the venue returned to darkness.

"In the past five thousand years, humankind's so-called science has been based on the observation of objects around us.

People have concluded the rules,

People try to extract reasonable explanations,

Eventually, people called these laws of nature, laws, or works of God.

But when people try to observe more subtle things, the movement of elementary particles,

These so-called laws and laws are becoming more and more vague, more and more complex, and more and more dependent on intuition.

They say it's quantum uncertainty, they say God does play dice.

I don’t know if God exists. Maybe Zeus and Odin are indeed somewhere in the universe, and maybe some guys who claim to be gods are listening,"

Albert's eyes scanned the whole place,

"But I want to tell you that there is nothing unpredictable in the world. A few months ago, I have launched the calculation formula of quantum collapse, and maybe you can see it on the cover of Nature next month. As for elementary particles, two Types of wave equations for the trajectories of fermions and bosons, of course, if you can understand it.

Humans will derive endless energy from basic movement. According to particle resonance technology, the energy conduction efficiency will also be greatly improved.

And I will choose a student at MIT to serve as my research assistant.

Tony Stark! "

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause sounded from all directions. Most of the students and professors present had some background in physics and had read at least a few popular science books.

they know,

They had just witnessed a miracle in human history.

Howard, who was sitting in the middle, also opened his mouth slightly in shock. Although he is no longer involved in cutting-edge technology research and development, he knows what it means.

Perhaps the stalled development of the Cosmic Cube can continue!

What makes him even more excited is that his son can have the opportunity to study with a genius of a similar age.

Five minutes later, the applause still had not subsided. The only difference was that everyone in the audience had stood up.

And Howard didn't know when he got up and left.

......

By the time we came out after visiting the laboratory, the sun was already setting.

The few remaining rays of light shine through the mottled leaf shadows on the gravel road.

Peaceful and harmonious.

Albert sat in the car, the square Cadillac started, and the stocky black body blended into the dusk.

The car drove along the Charles River for about two miles, crossed the Harvard Bridge and then headed east, when a splendid hotel appeared in front of it, with marble fountains on both sides of the door.

"Four Seasons Hotel?"

Seeing Natasha slowly drive the car to the lobby door, Albert raised his eyebrows.

Large tracts of white marble are decorated with gold. Obviously, even the standard rooms here will exceed the budget of MIT or the state government, even to host Albert.

"Who knows, I'm pretty sure I read the itinerary correctly. Maybe it's because Massachusetts' taxes increased by five percent this year." Natasha shrugged.

A waitress with blond hair and red lips half bent over and opened the car door, "Welcome to the Four Seasons Hotel, Mr. Irwin, your room is ready. Miss Natasha, you are here too."

"..."

Who is it this time?

Professor x or Howard or some other force?

It can't just be Hydra.

In the transparent viewing elevator, looking at the sparkling lights reflected in the artificial lake below and the infinity swimming pool suspended in mid-air, Albert couldn't help but sigh, it is indeed the evil capitalism.

Compared with the sandstorms and cave dwellings in the northwest countryside, this place is like a paradise.

A paradise that eats people without blinking an eye.

The elevator soon reached the 51st floor. Albert remembered that the floor introduction he glanced at when passing by the lobby showed that there was only the presidential suite on this floor.

The waitress stopped at the door of the suite and gently opened the door.

"Come in, call me if you need anything, sir. Miss Natasha, please follow me."

Albert walked in, and the door was gently closed behind him.

In front of him, under the dazzling crystal chandelier, stood a man with white hair and an energetic look, holding a wine glass.

He is wearing a burgundy velvet suit, a gray but meticulously trimmed mustache, a medium build, an unruly expression, and sharp eyes.

Howard Stark.

Albert couldn't help but smile.

It seemed that today's speech was very effective and successfully aroused Howard's interest.

Originally, I was worried about how to develop in-depth cooperation with Stark Industries and S.H.I.E.L.D. and obtain the Cosmic Cube.

The old man quickly stepped forward, changed the wine glass to his left hand, and then extended his right hand to Albert.

"Howard Stark, Chairman of Stark Industries, nice to meet you, Mr. Irvine!

We met earlier at MIT, and it was a fantastic talk. "

Albert nodded.

"Want a drink?" Howard shook the goblet at Albert, turned around and took out the wine bottle from the ice bucket.

He flicked the bottle gently, and it made a pleasant sound.

Albert hardly drank.

The feeling of alcohol depressing the brain disgusted him.

So looking at the still bubbling champagne handed over by Howard, Albert didn't want to take it.

"Funi Champagne from 1892, just flown to Boston. There are less than ten bottles left in the world, my favorite."

"........."

Albert took it subconsciously,

Definitely not liking the taste of money, just a little thirsty.

"I heard that Tony is about to have the honor of becoming your assistant, Mr. Irwin."

Speaking of his son, Howard puffed up his chest and raised his wine glass, his face filled with unconcealable pride.

"Then cheers to our Quantum God."

Quantum God is a new title given to Albert by Time magazine last year. He was just a quantum prodigy when he published his first paper.

"Mr. Stark, Tony is a fine young man."

Albert placed the remaining half glass of wine on the glass coffee table and sat in the middle of the sofa.

Howard also sat opposite,

"Of course, Albert."

He paused, looked past Albert, and was slightly lost in thought.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are the hustle and bustle and gorgeous lights of the city that never sleeps.

"Perhaps you don't know, because of government and business affairs, I barely have much time to spend with Tony.

Our parent-child relationship is not good. "

Howard thought of something when he mentioned Tony, and a smile appeared on his lips.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Albert seriously.

The thick black and gray eye bags caused by staying up late for a long time cannot hide the eagerness deep in the eyes.

"But he's almost my whole world,

He is my greatest work.

thank you! "

Having said this, Howard made no secret of his excitement and poured another glass of champagne.

The golden wine sloshed on the glass wall, exuding a mellow aroma.

"Here's to Tony, and here's to the younger generation."

The old man with white hair and beard raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.