Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 352: Omi Mania

I decided to do my best to support Omi's time machine research.

Omi refers to his research project as "The Gate of Destiny Stones." The code name of this project completely matches the advice given to me by classmates. Even after learning that Omi is the mad scientist "Stein" who preached the world line theory on the Internet, I have been speculating whether the time machine Omi intends to build is the so-called "gate of Destiny". But after it was confirmed, I still felt a powerful force of destiny rushing toward my face.

This feeling also appears every time the prophecy of witnessing the eight sceneries becomes a reality.

It seems that no matter what choice you make, it may seem that everything was different at the time, but at a certain time and place, you will still encounter the same things, like countless forks, bypassing different things. After the scenery, they will all converge in a certain place. This is the power of the World Line, and I have personally experienced it many times.

Whether the predictions of the eight sceneries or the advice of the students of Shise, have never made mistakes, it is probably because the things in the predictions are the key points that this world line will inevitably be closed here, so it cannot be avoided. .

Now, through experiments on the rate of change, Omi seems to be able to find similar points to a certain extent. Therefore, she can be regarded as a half prophet in a sense.

We headed to the back carriage, looking for a place where no one was disturbed. The study of time machines is a fantasy in the eyes of many people. Although the two of us don't mind, we don't want our seriousness to be laughed at by others.

The train going deep underground is very long, and all adventurers only occupy three of them. After passing by the car of the fire escape, we found that it was very lively, which was completely different from the quiet atmosphere in the car we stayed in. The number of adventurers here is about the same as ours and the file team combined. They are drinking and eating. It was divided into several gathering places for gambling, and from time to time annoyed scolding and excited shouts came. This messy hustle and bustle atmosphere is more in line with my original imagination of adventurers-the place where they gather is like a bar often visited by cowboys in the movie. Compared with the military-style order, it tends to show its own personality, but it is not completely unorganized.

As soon as we entered, the fire escape greeted us among the gambling crowd.

"Hey, whisperer, do you want to try your luck?"

Subsequently. More whispering voices such as "Whisperers..." and "Organizations in Asia..." came to my ears. The fire has already mentioned our history to these people. Others seem to be a little eager, wanting to measure our skills-rather to see how capable this new organization I heard for the first time is. In the eyes of adventurers who are accustomed to extraordinary power. The best expression of organizational ability is still the force of members. It's not that they think that wisdom is useless, but in a short period of temptation, violence is more intuitive.

However, we are not passing here to show the power of the whisperer. So I tactfully refused, someone deliberately didn't understand it. The words were excited: "It's another group of stinky hairy boys." Someone pretended to be helpful, but in fact added fuel to the fire: "People are the most complete team. This guy is a second-level Mageweave messenger, and that old man. Do you know who he is? An old believer of Doomsday Shinrikyo, the famous wanderer Father Xi Sen."

No matter what they say. I made up my mind not to interact with them. If they don't die, they will enter Asia sooner or later. That's when we formally deal with each other. I put on the smile that I had exercised in the days of student cadres, and motioned for a fire escape with my eyes. Sure enough, the outburst of words stopped this group of people, and he had indeed become the leader of these adventurers for a while.

The adventurers of these old fritters seem to know the organization where the fire escaped. Judging from their performance, this organization has the power to deter this group of people. I looked at these people quietly, trying to find the team members who had escaped, but at this moment an adventurer pushed open the hatch from the back carriage and ran in nervously.

The loud sound of the door suddenly silenced the noisy carriage, and everyone's eyes fell on the adventurer. At this moment, their vigilance was fully displayed.

The face of the adventurer who rushed in was not very good. Before he could catch his breath, he shouted in a cautious tone: "I can't find anyone else."

With this sentence alone, I can’t figure out what happened. Others seemed to understand that the atmosphere seemed to tighten. Everyone glanced at each other, and one of them, a strong punk man in a leather jacket, stood out. His hair was so colorful as a tin of paint was splashed by a naughty boy, and he stood upright. The corners of his eyes, nostrils and mouth were ringed, and his naked arms were tattooed with spiders, which was full of weird and irritating feelings. I don't think it's a serious person.

I learned from the whispers of other people that this punk brawny is called a "poisonous spider". He is the boss of a Mexican gangster, a guy who does all things evil in the normal sense.

Others are somewhat wary of him, and this shows his power and danger even more.

"They are all gone, are you coming back alone?" He muttered. There were many slang words in this passage, but faced with his questioning, the adventurer who had just entered did not seem to have the guts to be angry. He nodded vigorously and said: "I originally proposed to draw lots as usual, but they directly chose to go to the farther car. I waited for about five or six minutes and didn't see them coming back, so I walked a bit forward...I I dare not go deeper."

The poisonous spider rushed to the adventurer, grabbed his face, and directly lifted him up. The adventurer didn't know if he couldn't resist, or didn't want to resist, but his feet struggled desperately. At this time, everyone knew that the poisonous spider was very angry, and he wanted to show this guy a little bit of color. Before he did something cruel, someone stopped him.

"Hey, poisonous spider, this is not up to the agreement."

The poisonous spider snorted vigorously, and threw the unlucky ghost in his hand on the floor, making a harsh crash. He clenched his fist like a vent and slammed it on the back of a seat, and the solid metal tube immediately sank. He tore out the metal pipe again abruptly. Go straight to the next carriage.

"I'm going to see." He said.

Most of these adventurers lost their teammates in the waiting hall, so relying on temporary agreements to promote a new team, and the escape is the leader of this team. Although poisonous spiders are not popular, they are also a member of this temporary team. So when he insisted on going forward, the fire also lighted the names of several people and led them to catch up in a hurry.

Although no one has explained to me what happened, I can probably guess. For some reason, these people sent a few team members to the carriage at the back door. As a result, only the adventurer who stayed nearby returned, but the others disappeared. For these people, this is undoubtedly a very strange thing.

The worst case is. An accident happened to them in the carriage further back. This train is not safe, there may be something dangerous.

Although some are curious about why these adventurers sent out spies, I think it must not be purely to investigate the danger, but also curious about what caused the whereabouts of these adventurers to be unaccounted for. However, neither Omi nor I chose to act with Omi.

The people staying in the carriage seemed calm, but the air was gradually permeated by a dangerous breath of wind and rain. Their eyes were a little serious, and they began interrogating the only surviving adventurer about the details of the disappearance. Although they didn't make it clear, I still felt the extremely sharp feeling of not welcoming us to continue listening.

"If there is really something bad..." I was interrupted by one of them before I could finish. "We will be responsible for destroying it."

The meaning of seeing off the passengers behind closed doors is very obvious. I shrugged my shoulders and walked into the next car with Omi. "If you need help..." Before he finished speaking, the other party closed the door with a "touch".

Okay. Now, this carriage is what Omi and I need to avoid being disturbed.

Before they escaped and brought back further news. Omi and I began to talk about the problems faced by manufacturing time machines.

Omi told me that in her theory. To create the "gate of Destiny Stone", there are only two most critical things: one is hard enough materials, and the other is strong enough energy.

Unexpectedly simple, but also unexpectedly difficult. Without mentioning where we should find these things, how do we determine whether the material is hard enough and the energy is strong enough? Omi did not calculate the minimum parameters required for the operation of this envisioned time machine, because so far no one has actually simulated the environmental model of time travel.

What are the possible phenomena in the beginning, process and end of time travel? What kind of environment are space-time travelers in, and what difficulties and dangers might they encounter? Omi did not deny that many things are too abstract to understand, and we must expect the first prototype to be manufactured before we can gradually verify these problems.

So, the first prototype is not a manned aircraft, so the things that need to be considered are greatly reduced. Omi has started the prototype design, and has completed the energy system and a model made according to the physical scale. Before the prototype started trial production, the only thing that could be improved was probably its materials.

It is undeniable that the white materials appearing in the ruling bureau are more suitable for prototypes than the materials Omi can find in the normal world. However, it is not realistic to strip off this white material from the security guards or from the facilities of the Domination Bureau. Because we can't take them out of the ruling bureau, this has been confirmed after verifying Father Xi Sen, and the things that can be brought out of the ruling bureau are very limited.

In addition, even if we find detailed information about these materials from the research institute, it is limited by the influence of industrial factors such as theory, production process and production environment, and we cannot copy this material.

To the extent feasible, only refer to the relevant research materials of white materials and try to find similar substitutes. If the Secret Research Institute in the 33rd District has these materials, after we record the materials, we have to translate them back to the normal world. This is another great project.

"So, if there is no accident, the first prototype does not consider new materials. What we need is to make it as fast as possible, and then wait for it to be destroyed in operation, and get first-hand in the process Data."

Although he claims to be a mad scientist, Omi’s research method is a very classic routine—design a crude model and make it move. Observe the information returned, and then provide interference factors based on inferences, see what will happen, and then classify the problems that arise. Analyze these conditions, trace back the cause of the abnormality, then improve it, and then let the improved version repeat the above process.

This will be a complicated and boring process. Thousands of conjectures, experiments, observations, and so on repeatedly, until finally a reasonable result is obtained.

Omi took out his laptop and called up a virtual three-dimensional model. The shape of this model is like an oven, and its volume parameter is only the size of an oven. However, this is indeed the time machine prototype she initially designed.

"Actually, you can think of it as an oven. It can also bake things." Omi said, this seems to be her cold joke? I'm not so sure. I don't want to travel through time and space like roast chicken in the future.

In a small volume. There is only room for a dish, and complicated parts and circuits are hidden in the remaining isolated parts. At first glance it looks very messy, and the parts are strange and can't be associated with common electronic components. I didn't use obvious cables, the weird components and the seemingly messy but self-contained circuits reminded me of the magic array made by Bajing.

"What energy does it use?" I asked.

"Electricity." Omi said without hesitation: "Although nuclear power is better. But the first prototype is not needed. I think that a city has enough electricity to make the prototype live."

Obviously it is the electricity of a city, but she seems to have the word "different" in her tone. I don't know how much electricity a city has, but it is just to drive this "oven". It makes people feel somewhat unreal.

"So, what about the energy of the final product?" I couldn't help asking: "If artificial nuclear energy can't provide the energy needed by the manned aircraft. Are we going to pry the earth and the sun?"

"No, I have found a stronger energy than the movement of the earth's core and the sun's convergence." Omi said to me: "What we need now is a set of hard enough materials to make the machine casing and energy system. No. It is necessary to consider energy conductivity, because that energy is so powerful that only the material of the machine can support it."

I feel a little unbelievable. What on earth can produce such an incredible energy beyond the core and the sun?

The answer is also surprisingly simple, but cruelly full of absurdity.

That is the power of the end of the world.

"Since the end of the world is bound to come, there is no need to interfere with its arrival. At the moment of the world's demise, or in the process of the world's demise, we can get the energy we need." Omi's eyes bloomed with the name Crazy light: "The death of six billion humans in the world, the withering of countless lives, the destruction of planets, the collapse of the universe-no matter what kind of doomsday, preferably all, will let us jump to In the past, this was the choice of the Gate of Destiny."

Omi, who suppressed his fanaticism in peace, pushed his glasses. At this moment, I seemed to see that from the depths of her soul, a black aura that was deeper than pitch black exuded.

Leave aside the right or wrong of this jaw-dropping idea, it’s not wrong that the end of the world will cause a huge energy response, but the question is, how do we collect this energy?

"So I didn't find a way." Omi replied: "However, now I have an idea. What do you think of superpowers? It is also an unimaginable, extraordinary power, using superpowers to collect extraordinary energy. , Isn’t it a very appropriate idea?"

It's crazy. I never thought that Omi's way of thinking would be like this. If other people heard it, they wouldn't even be able to feel nervous, and would just treat her as a patient who ran out of a mental hospital. In fact, I almost had the same idea.

In the face of my shocked staring ceremony, Omi did not waver at all, and continued to talk freely.

"So much said, in fact, as long as you have the intention to put research first, there is no need to do more." She smiled mockingly, "But if you want to do more It’s okay. It’s just that no matter how much you do and what your original intention is, the result is the same before you make a time machine. After you make a time machine, everything is meaningless~ IndoMTL.com~ Ah, no, I did it. If it’s a good thing, you can give yourself some spiritual comfort. Haha..."

I think I should have further doubts about her plan and the success of "Stone Gate of Destiny", but strangely, I calmed down quickly and did not have the idea of ​​opposing this crazy plan. . Probably because Omi's plan is based on the argument that "the end of the world will definitely come". I have no evidence to refute this view. Just as the prophecy of the Eight Views will be fulfilled, then Omi's crazy plan is our only chance.

If, just if, the time machine is not the only way to save the world? What if the prophecies of the eight sceneries, the hints of Shise students, the doctrines of Doomsday Shinrikyo, and Omi's experiments went wrong? Maybe I should do more good things like Omi said, at least I can get the comfort of my soul.

The atmosphere in the carriage was a bit silent, and Omi's plan made me wonder how I should look at it. On the contrary, he seemed to have said his heart-wrenching words, and Omi's emotions became lighter, and he began to type on the keyboard enthusiastically.

After a while, the door of the front carriage was opened, and the fire escape led the gloomy adventurers in.

"There is a wizard here!" He said immediately when he saw us. (...)