The giant is me

"Technology" headquarters.

As the top publication in the entire empire, this building receives a large number of submissions every day, from various galaxies in the empire, from the top institutions of higher learning and famous research institutes.

Of course, there has never been a shortage of some civilian scientists, with a certain chance of luck, writing some illogical theories into papers full of errors and omissions, which are used to squeeze the time of poor editors.

He has reflected these problems to high-level officials more than once, trying to use AI to first screen papers that do not conform to the format, and then hand them over to the editor for processing. Unfortunately, in order to save a little cost, the damn capitalists use "We can't let the format Limiting a scientist's talent" prevaricates.

Thinking of this, the editor of the first review returned three consecutive papers with wrong citations with a blank face, and clicked on the fourth paper - "Proof of the Engine Limit Conjecture".

What a big breath.

The title is very concise, but it summarizes the author's ambition, and the editor began to suspect that this is a civil science work.

Thank God, this time the paper is well formatted, at least at first glance.

The unit that published the article is actually a high school, or in a remote galaxy, the editor frowned, this does not seem to be able to prove the conjecture of the engine limit.

This conjecture is actually not isolated, it belongs to a series of issues related to the stellar engine, and is considered to be a prerequisite for proving the crown jewel of today's physics—the theory of multidimensional space mergers.

Therefore, there are countless people who try to conquer, oh no, to be precise, try to take a small step forward on the engine limit conjecture every year, and 99.99% of them, even with decades of professional training and perseverance Patience is often broken.

The editor sighed and continued to look down.

At least the beginning is reasonable, simply describing the work of predecessors in this field and the significance of solving this conjecture, and then I didn't start to slap on the ground, advocating the superiority of my own method.

This author still has something, the editor removed his hand from the reject button, and then the author commented on the method used by others with great restraint, after seeing "the author Liang Ya pushed Liang's method to the extreme, and finally It's only half-proved", he can be sure that at least this author has done some research in this area.

However, the following content confuses him. Throughout the paper, the author redefines the multidimensional space and uses a variant of Caroline's equation to perform new transformation operations, proving the rigor of this definition.

Naturally, every new system proposed has several self-evident axioms, based on these axioms for proof, engine limit conjecture, self-defeating.

The editor read the paper again, trying to use his existing knowledge to find the mistakes and omissions. At least he hasn't seen the logical self-contradiction yet.

An incredible idea came to mind.

If this system is proved to be completely reasonable, then not only the engine limit conjecture will be solved, but the entire physics world will usher in a big shock, and many unresolved conjectures will be proved.

Just thinking of such a nuclear-bomb-level paper being issued from his hand, the editor felt an indescribable thrill rising from the bottom of his heart.

However, when his eyes fell on the contributor's age and unit again, he felt like being splashed from head to toe by a basin of ice water, and he calmed down instantly. After hesitating for a while, he did not reject the paper, but temporarily saved it stand up.

After returning home, he has to read it again carefully. If there is no problem, ask a few reviewers who are more talkative to take a look.

Imperial Academy of Sciences, Institute of Physics.

Liang Ya withdrew her gaze from the light screen, countless data remained on it, and her thoughts were still racing.

However, it still doesn't work.

The merger theory of multidimensional space is like an oyster that has just opened a little gap, and a precious pearl leaks a little moist luster from it, but it is difficult for anyone who tries to find the treasure to go further.

Perhaps it is still necessary to start with a complete proof of the engine limit conjecture.

Liang Ya sighed for a long time, and the smart butler next to her handed her a glass of water, and announced the latest news: "M was discharged from the hospital today, and has accepted the invitation to join the Institute of Physics of the Imperial Academy of Sciences."

"Really?" Liang Ya's eyes widened slightly, and she immediately laughed.

M is just a code name. His original name was Wu Qiu. His specific personal files had been destroyed in an accidental fire 10 years ago. He himself had been an undercover agent in a university in the Federation for a long time. Only now did he get the chance to return to his motherland. .

Of course, this person is not only an excellent agent, but also an extremely great scientist.

During the half a year of his evacuation, he contacted the imperial military and took out the research results he had secretly done over the years. Under the pseudonym M, he published many papers. These papers spanned multiple fields such as mathematics, physics, chemistry, and biology. Both are the jewels in the crown of collection disciplines.

All of a sudden, I don't know how many scientists' projects died halfway and were overtaken by others, leaving only gnashing of teeth and admiration coexisting.

After the news of this character's smooth return to the country came out, the entire Imperial Academy of Sciences broke its head immediately, and the directors of each institute hoped to take him under their command.

Liang Ya is naturally not surprised, but most of the papers published by this Mr. M are in the field of biomedicine. Among the various institutes, the Institute of Biology and the Institute of Medicine are naturally the most competitive, especially the Institute of Biology. The director of the company has long regarded this scientist as his own.

In his words: "Your three basic disciplines of mathematics, physics and chemistry have reached their limits, and there will be no breakthroughs in hundreds of years. Naturally, there are many opportunities and challenges in our Institute of Biology, which is better than going to your wasted years. .”

This passage is full of hatred, but it also reflects a part of the truth.

Now, the great god chose their place, Liang Ya's eyebrows stretched, and she felt a sense of elation: "Hurry up, call those few who were arguing to see M a while ago, let's go to the hospital to visit our new colleagues. "

The smart housekeeper's screen flickered, and it fed back the results of the query: "Mr. M was discharged from the hospital ahead of schedule, and now he has completed the data entry, passed the genetic verification, and entered the Institute of Physics."

Liang Ya didn't hesitate to sit on the pipe and go downstairs, the blue streamer flashed, and the iron-gray door opened automatically after the iris and gene locks were authenticated, and voices sounded from behind the door.

"Success!"

"Wait, there is something I don't understand about this part of the calculation."

"I haven't asked yet. Besides restricting the conditions to small black holes, what else is there to pay attention to?"

Colleagues who have always been calm and steady rarely raised their voices, with joy in their voices.

The huge instrument in the middle of the laboratory exudes the iconic blue glow of the nuclear reactor, which is reflected on the electronic writing board next to it, leaving a long list of complex and profound formulas in the unassuming handwriting.

The young man standing among the crowd and slowly moving his wrists was none other than Mentor who had joined the Imperial Academy of Sciences. He raised his head, and his curly black hair slid down on his wrists, making his wrists as white as snow.

His face was a little morbidly pale, his facial features were delicate like a doll, his violet eyes boredly looked over, noticed her, blinked suddenly, and showed a childish smile.

Only then did Liang Ya notice the baby fat on his face that hadn't faded away, and suddenly thought, is this an adult now?How could the empire send a child...

Stop!

Liang Ya clapped her hands to calm down the excited colleagues and cast their gazes here.

"Director, where did you recruit our new colleague? He was actually escorted by the military department. This kid helped us solve a big problem as soon as he came here," Li Xin walked over with the data, "Look, before The quark decomposition experiment we have been doing has been stuck at this step, and we can only test it over and over again. As a result, he calculated the specified interval for us, which can be regarded as saving a lot of money.”

His previous project was blocked by M, and he has not made a breakthrough in this project recently, so he is naturally overjoyed: "This kid has a future, and in a few years, he will be able to compete with M!"

Liang Ya and the youth revealed subtle expressions simultaneously.

"Let me introduce you." Director Liang stretched out his hand and handed over the full authority to the young man. A pale gold nameplate appeared on his lab coat. "M, whose real name is Wu Qiu, you have always wanted to duel with him."

Li Xin: ...

Mentor gave him a friendly smile, and then saw him take a step back, almost tripping over the pipe behind him.

"I don't believe it," Li Xin muttered to himself, "He looks so young, I thought you were a minor poached from some university!"

Mentor: "To be precise, I'm 32 years old."

After undergoing a reorganization of the world view, the colleagues quickly accepted the new researcher and took him to visit the cafeteria during off-duty time.

Just as he swiped his card to leave the research institute, Li Xin saw an acquaintance outside the door holding a briefcase in his left hand and a biodegradable paper cup in his right, slowly drinking coffee, when he looked up and saw him, his eyes lit up immediately, and he took a step forward: "Brother Li. "

He had a little friendship with the small editor's family, so he whispered a few words to his colleagues and went out: "Ding Bian, what can I do for you at this point?"

The editor of the first review showed some hesitation, and handed over the printed paper to him: "I received a manuscript, and I'm not sure whether I should keep it or not. I'll let you take a look first."

"If you meet the requirements, submit it directly to the reviewers, you..." Li Xin frowned disapprovingly.

The first review editor sighed: "The main author is a bit young, the unit is relatively poor, and the content is the engine's limit conjecture. If I pass it directly, the manuscript will not work, and the reviewers will probably blame me. If not, I am afraid of missing it. A discovery."

"Anyway, take a look first. I searched for it several times, but I didn't find any obvious mistakes."

Li Xin took the paper, and couldn't help but sneer when he saw the title "Proof of the Engine Limit Conjecture". Besides, the author is just an ordinary high school student, so he didn't want to read it.

It's just that he couldn't refute his relative's face, so he flipped through it hastily, the format was correct, the thinking was clear, and there was nothing wrong with it at first glance, so he accepted it: "Then I'll go back and have a look, but I'm not in this area, if If it’s okay, I’ll help you ask a big boss to follow, it’s just that this matter takes too much time and effort, and a big discovery needs to be finalized, and there are not many reviewers.”

Edit: "I know, this matter will trouble Brother Li."

The group of people who were going to the cafeteria had already stopped. Li Xin subconsciously quickened his pace to catch up with M's violet eyes.

Their cafeteria is a buffet with a wide variety and rich nutrition, from crispy pork belly with burnt aroma to refreshing and pleasant garden salad, from rice with distinct grains to smooth noodles, staple food and side dishes, everything you expect to find after dinner. There are fruit yogurt petits fours.

Li Xin took a donburi and returned to his seat first. When he looked up, he saw M coming over with a plate of steak salad. The three small cakes, two ice cream balls and a handful of chocolates next to him were particularly eye-catching.

I have a sweet tooth like a child.

Li Xin turned his face away awkwardly, but he heard the other party say, "Can I have a look at that paper?"

The thesis was placed casually by his hand, and it spread out, and one could see the complicated calculation formula on one of the pages.

Li Xin handed over the paper: "Yes."

Swish, Swish, Mentor flipped through it at an incredible speed, and commented: "It's interesting."

At this time, other people came over with dinner one after another, teasing and talking about M's love for sweets.

Mentor's face was flushed, and he handed over the proof of the second half of the thesis as if changing the subject: "If you have time, why don't you read this."

"Isn't this the engine limit conjecture proposed by our director Liang?" The person on the other side asked, and handed the paper back to Liang Ya who was buried in her meal.

She has been studying this path for several years, and she has been separated from the final answer by a layer of mist, but now she knows a new path.

Ordinary people would say that, she would not understand it, but when this legendary genius proposed it, Liang Ya immediately became interested, finished the meal in a few bites, cleaned up briefly, took out the paper and pen, and followed the paper. The above steps start checking.

Li Xin looked at M in confusion, but saw the young man raised his index finger to his lips, and shook his head slightly, signaling him not to expose the misunderstanding.

Even with optical brain assistance, it usually takes a lot of time to check calculations with such a system.

no problem.

Completely correct.

Very reasonable.

Time flies, the more she follows this line of thought, the more inconceivable Liang Ya becomes, as if a god's hand cleared the fog in front of her eyes, lightly revealing the truth behind it.

Not only the engine limit conjecture, but even the subsequent multidimensional space and debates may be proved through this road!

When the night was dark and almost all the people in the cafeteria had dispersed, Liang Ya stopped writing, exhaled slowly, and remained silent for a long time.

"How is it?" Li Xin asked after seeing her expression already had a premonition.

Liang Ya: "Young people are awesome."

She looked at Mr. M, who has repeatedly created miracles, and asked sincerely: "Can this path solve the merger theory of multidimensional space?"

The young man laughed as if he had completed a prank, and handed over the page with the author in the thesis: "It's not me, it's a high school student."

Tang Er's name appeared in front of this group of top academic figures.