Chapter 284
Chapter 284
Diana's gaze shifted from the screen to Rupert.
"It's noisy." She meant the outside world.
"It will quiet down soon," Rupert said.
She didn't ask further.
She knew what his "quiet" meant.
She turned back, pointing to a complex energy conduction design on the light screen.
"This heat dissipation module's design is theoretically feasible, but the material requirements are too high. Current technology can't achieve it."
Rupert glanced at the design. Though he didn't understand it, he memorized the shape.
He pulled up his light screen, directly connecting to Isabella.
"Isabella, remember those bismuth telluride crystals you bought on the dark web?"
"Of course." Isabella's voice sounded cheerful.
"They have a new purpose now." Rupert transmitted Diana's design. "Build this thing. I don't care what methods you use."
On the other end, Isabella looked at that fantastically imaginative design and whistled.
"No problem, Mr. Russell. Though the 'God's Slingshot' project budget might need a bit more."
Rupert closed the communication, looking back at Diana.
"The material issue is solved."
A smile finally appeared on Diana's face.
What she wanted, he gave.
The blueprint to truth she drew, even if the world saw it as pipe dreams, he would make it a reality.
He was the only one who could make wishes come true.
He watched her back as she returned to work, starlight blazing in his eyes.
She looked up at the stars; he cleared all dust beneath her feet.
...
Six months later.
The 'Miracle Logistics Officers' regular meeting.
Oscar's holographic image had evolved from semi-transparent to a snow-like state.
"Reporting to Mr. Russell, this is this month's global sentiment briefing on 'DY Theory.'"
He listlessly waved his hand, pulling up a world map densely dotted with hundreds of light points. "Green are labs that successfully replicated experiments and published supporting papers."
"Yellow are those trying but stuck at the final step due to equipment precision or material purity. Red are... still cursing."
On the map, green dots had spread like wildfire—from Greyford University to Stellar University, from Portville to Murnick—connected in a web.
Red dots remained only a scattered few.
The brightest was at Celestial University.
"Prof. Robert Miller published another commentary last week titled 'A Ghost That Cannot Be Stably Replicated,'" Oscar's voice was filled with exhaustion. "Though it has little PR value. Because his own student, using our 'friendly sponsored' computational model, just won this year's Gordon Bell Prize."
"I heard Prof. Miller's dean had three conversations with him, themed 'Academic Rigor and Institutional Reputation.'"
Isabella's holographic image was polishing a peculiarly shaped silver handgun.
Made from superconducting material scraps left over from the 'God's Slingshot' project.
"I hacked their internal forum last week. An anonymous post said Prof. Miller tried to apply for that new heat dissipation module but was voted down by his own graduate students."
"Well done." Oscar rarely agreed, then his face fell again.
"But Mr. Russell, how long must this opinion tug-of-war continue? The defamation lawsuit letters piling up in legal could circle Greyharbor City. Should we really not take more... direct measures?"
Rupert's fingertip lightly tapped the table.
On 'Noah-01' was the true starry sky.
The deep sea night, pure as obsidian.
The massive fleet floated silently somewhere in the nameless Pacific, only the rainforest zone simulated on the 'Gaia' ecological vessel occasionally emitting cries of unknown creatures.
'Noah-01's' core laboratory was so quiet that only the cooling system's low hum could be heard.
Diana stood before a massive circular console, facing the cryo-transmission electron microscope 'borrowed' from Ravenholt School of Technology and inhumanely modified by Isabella.
Its core probe aimed at specially cultured, living, isolated cortical neurons.
Kenji Tanaka, the genius postdoc 'invited' from Halberton University, nervously stared at rows of data streams, forehead covered in sweat he dared not wipe.
"Environmental entropy stable, background thermal radiation shielded to theoretical minimum." His voice was hoarse with tension. "SpiNNaker-2 beginning high-density information flow injection... simulating 'epiphany' process."
Everyone's breathing stopped.
According to Diana's theory, when neurons perform this extreme intensity information compression, to maintain their structural order, they must expel massive 'waste heat' externally.
This 'waste heat' wasn't ordinary thermal energy, but microscopic thermal radiation at specific wavelengths.
Capturing it meant catching the thought's shadow.
On screen, curves representing energy fluctuations began jumping violently, like a manic heart.
Countless chaotic signal peaks emerged, drowning everything.
"Interference too strong! We can't capture the characteristic signal!"
A Valeria engineer from the 'SpiNNaker-2' team growled.
"Athena," Diana's voice remained calm. "Activate 'thermodynamic deconvolution' algorithm."
"Algorithm activated." A cold electronic voice responded.
On screen, that tangled mess of signals seemed combed by an invisible hand.
Countless interference waves were stripped layer by layer—filtered, canceled.
Time passed second by second.
Suddenly, a perfect sine curve stubbornly emerged.
Its frequency, amplitude, decay half-life...
Every parameter matched exactly with the theoretical predictions Diana had written in that paper six months ago.
The lab fell deathly silent.
Kenji's head snapped up. He stared at that curve like witnessing a miracle.
His mouth opened, but no sound emerged. Tears spilled without warning.
Success.
Truth, in this moment, shed all elaborate rhetoric and complex debates.
Diana looked at that curve, watching quietly for a minute.
Then she turned off the screen and left the laboratory.
No celebration, no wild joy.
For her, this was merely proving an answer she already knew.
Now she'd written the final step.
Three days later.
Robert purchased an entire page in The Regal City Times, publishing an open letter of apology.
At the end of the letter, he announced his resignation from all Celestial University positions and his application to join 'Noah-01' as a junior laboratory assistant.
That same day, Nature and Science published an unprecedented joint cover featuring 'Noah-01's' experimental team's detailed data.
The cover showed only that simple, elegant curve with its title—
'The Holy Grail of Physics: We Captured Thought's Afterglow.'
The storm subsided.
No—all storms now bowed in the same direction.
Former skeptics became the most fervent believers.
Global academic conferences had one theme.
Countless papers emerged, all building on the foundation called 'DY's formula.'
This theory began entering textbooks.
Lumaria acted first.
The Ministry of Education organized expert groups overnight, adding a new chapter titled 'Introduction to Life Thermodynamics' to the new edition of high school physics electives and university theoretical physics textbooks.
Next, Valeria, Aquilonia, Suncrest Dominion... More and more countries printed that simple formula in books for their brightest young minds.