Next, Richard was busy without food or sleep. Because the production of the first chip was successful, the production speed of the remaining chips has improved a lot, but it still takes a lot of time. This is mainly because the masks of the nine chips have to be made independently, and no mistakes can be made.
In this way, more than ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
Richard was busy and fulfilled, but Wan An and Mas outside were anxious. Wan An lost his temper more and more often. Mas had to work hard to reduce his presence and monitor Richard harder.
Outside the crumbling three-story wooden building, Mas hid in the corner, glanced at the door that had not been opened for a long time, took a vicious bite of the hard and salty fish meat, and muttered: "Damn boy, you are causing me to stay here every day. Eating salted fish meat makes me almost turn into salted fish!
Don't let me catch your flaws, otherwise... The teacher can spare you, but I can't spare you either! When the time comes, I’ll let you eat salted fish for a year and taste it! "
As he spoke, Mas took another vicious bite of the salted fish meat and swallowed it hard. He choked so much that he almost rolled his eyes. He finally swallowed it with a "gulp" and gasped for air.
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In the Garden of Eden, Richard didn't know anything about Wan'an and Mas. Even if he knew, he didn't care, because all the chips were finally completed and the most important step was about to be completed.
Garden of Eden, Machining Sector, Research Laboratory.
On the processing table, a silver metal glove was processed.
The entire metal glove looks like it exudes a cold metallic glow, with a chilling aura. There are many connecting magic patterns carved on the back of the palm, which makes it look a bit mysterious.
The engraved and connected magic patterns spread across the surface of the glove in smooth curves. Finally, these magic patterns gathered at ten points - each finger has two points, which are one centimeter square depressions used for placement and production. Completed spell chip.
Richard took off the metal gloves from the processing table, and then took out a wooden box from the space iron ring. After opening it, he saw ten spell chips quietly placed inside.
"Spell chip No. 1, Spell chip No. 2, thumb."
"Spell chip No. 3, Spell chip No. 4, index finger."
"Spell chip No. 5..."
Richard muttered to himself, and installed different chips with their own marks in the recesses of the fingers of the metal gloves one after another, making a crisp sound of "click, click, click".
Finally, after all the chips were installed, Richard put the glove on his right hand and walked out without hesitation towards the magic testing ground.
…
It was a magic testing ground like the bottom of the sinkhole, and Richard appeared here.
He glanced at the metal human target dozens of meters away, and slowly raised his right hand with the metal glove.
"In the first test, it is safer to use relatively small amounts of free energy elements." Out of caution, Richard said, controlling the few free energy elements in the body's magic source to flow out, injecting them into the gloves, and releasing the attack.
Then…
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Three full seconds passed, but the metal glove showed no reaction.
Richard frowned, but did not move rashly. He continued to move and aimed at the metal humanoid target in front of him.
At this time, the scene that flashed through Richard's mind was of a person who got stuck in a gun shooting range. The other party curiously pointed the muzzle of the gun into his eyes and said, "Why did it jam?" while checking the barrel and pulling the trigger in a test manner. Then there was a sound of "Qiu Ren De Ren", "Bang", the gun finally stopped jamming.
He did not want to do this kind of behavior that won the "Darwin Award", destroyed himself through stupid means, and made profound contributions to human evolution (Darwin's theory of survival of the fittest).
But a minute passed in the blink of an eye, and there was still no response from the metal glove, so Richard couldn't help it any longer. He glanced at the metal gloves, and with a thought, he controlled the free energy elements in the magic source in the body to flow out again, this time increasing the amount of free energy elements.
Then I felt the metal glove shake slightly, emitting special energy fluctuations. Before I had time to react, there was a "pop" and I saw that all ten chips embedded in it were burned and turned into shiny crystals.
this!
Richard's eyes widened, he tried to move as gently as possible, took off the metal gloves, and said, "Failed?"
Well, failed.
Richard's eyes flashed, a little disappointed, but he quickly collected his emotions and regained his composure.
Yes, it is clearly a failure now.
However, failure is not a big deal.
It is true that when studying something, a smooth success is the best. But if it fails, that's totally acceptable. This just shows that the research is not thorough enough and the understanding is somewhat biased. It needs to be improved, revised, optimized, and continued research.
In the field of science, what is needed is not an accidental success, but a complete analysis, an experience that can be infinitely replicated, and a law that must be feasible.
"Come on, let's see where the problem lies." Richard said, turned around and walked back to the laboratory to start research.
…
Later, Richard discovered that the research was more difficult than expected.
Originally, he thought there might be some problems in the production of the chip. After spending some time troubleshooting, he guessed that there might be deviations in the magic patterns on the metal gloves.
However, after many tests, there was no problem with the magic patterns on the metal gloves.
Then there are the methods of injecting free energy elements, the errors in various materials, the shape design of metal gloves... and so on.
A series of conjectures were raised, and then one by one was rejected.
Because the mask has been successfully produced, a large number of chips were produced in a streamlined manner under the influence of photolithography equipment, and were continuously installed on metal gloves one after another for experiments, but all were burned without exception.
For a while, the research reached a deadlock.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed.
In the main laboratory, Richard installed the newly made spell chip on a metal glove and placed it on the surface of the experimental table. He pursed his lips and tapped his fingers on the table, making a rhythmic "click" sound, trying to think of what else he had overlooked.
"There's something wrong with the photoresist? But it's been replaced."
"The developer is wrong? It has also been replaced."
"Is there any deviation in the light emitted by the light source? It has been corrected many times."
"Then the design of the chip itself is wrong. But why can the test of a single chip pass, but not all the chips together? This makes no sense at all?"
Many thoughts appeared and disappeared in Richard's mind, thinking constantly.
In the corner, Pandora wrote the last number on the papyrus scroll with a quill, and breathed out lightly - she had completed today's homework.
Pandora turned her head, originally thinking of reporting the situation to Richard, but she raised her head and glanced at Richard, who was frowning in thought, blinked her eyes and finally said nothing. The next moment, he walked up to Richard and his eyes fell on the metal gloves on the experimental table.
"Richard, are you a little worried about this thing?" Pandora pointed to the metal glove and asked softly.
"What, what did you find?" Richard looked like Pandora and asked, not having much hope in his heart.
Who knew the next moment, Pandora looked at the metal glove for a long time, her expression changed slightly, she nodded seriously, and said: "I made some discovery."
"Huh?" Richard was slightly startled, turned around and asked, "What did you find?"
"You metal glove..." Pandora said, "It's a bit ugly!"
Richard: "..."
ugly
Is this a question of whether it is ugly or not? !
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