—Mass production of surgical silencer plugs.
It was an outdated product that had been eliminated for fifty years. At that time, I also had a set of these things in my spine, which blocked my path as a musician.
It was originally just a failed experiment, but he didn't expect that in Newton's hands, this thing would be used as a stabilizing bolt.
It is like a mechanical safety valve. Once the music theory is disturbed, it will activate itself, cutting off the ether cycle and ensuring its own integrity to the greatest extent.
"You're awesome."
Ye Qingxuan sighed, looked away, and casually took the half of the arm armor from Newton's hand: "What's going on?"
"not enough time."
Newton shook his head, "There will always be calculation errors in some notes. It's okay to run a musical process alone, but if two musical processes are run in parallel, problems will arise. At present, we are still limited to the basis of major and minor chords, and there is no way to go further. "
Ye Qingxuan frowned, "If it can only be limited to a single line, it will always be at the level of an apprentice. The restriction of duet cannot be solved, and most of the movements may not be usable."
Newton rubbed his forehead: "Lack of computing power is a big problem."
"It's not just about calculation, Newton, you've gone astray."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head and opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly remembered the first lesson he learned at the Royal Conservatory of Music. What Abraham once said to him that afternoon.
Ether is the messenger, guiding the rebellious son back to the source...
Musicians, to a certain extent, are messengers of the Great Source.
"Newton, movement is 'language'. Give up your original views. You need to change to a new perspective." Ye Qingxuan said: "Although language itself is art, it has its own rules. You must find the most suitable method. .”
"What can you do?" Newton asked.
This was out of his professional scope, and Ye Qingxuan had more say here than him.
"What can I do?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled, remembering himself back then: "Try it one note at a time. I have given you all the note data from the classical period. Let's start with the Equal Temperament."
For any apprentice, "The Well-Tempered" is an irreplaceable introductory book, which uses "fugue" as a format to analyze music theory in a simple and easy-to-understand manner.
It can be said to be a grand avenue.
For the Ethernet, it also has reference value.
"Let me come? Are you sure?"
After hearing what Ye Qingxuan said, Newton was still confused and had no idea where to start. This was a job of finding a needle in a haystack, like exploring a dark wilderness with his eyes closed.
Moreover, Ye Qingxuan also gave him the responsibility for this matter, which made him want to vomit blood:
"I'm not a musician."
"It's precisely because you're not a musician that you can do it."
Ye Qingxuan said calmly: "Not even I can do it, nor any musician can do it."
Newton's position in the Ethernet is undoubtedly the chief engineer who turned the entire system into reality. To a certain extent, he is the most orthodox "musician" under this system.
The first musician of the Ethernet.
This is a new field that needs people like him to pioneer.
Any old ideas here will only become obstacles.
Just like the "obstacle of knowledge" when a musician is advancing, the more he thinks about it, the more mistakes he makes. Only those who best understand the structure of the Ethernet and have no idea of the old system can grasp its key.
Newton was completely blank slate in this area, and his outstanding talents and abilities ensured that he could achieve something.
Newton understood a little bit about Ye Qingxuan's meaning, but his expression was still solemn.
Seeing his confused look, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but shake his head, smile, and wave:
"follow me."
With that said, he took Newton and walked up the elevator.
After going straight to the sixth floor, Ye Qingxuan took Newton to the upper research department, but he took Newton into a corridor that he had never seen before.
Newton looked around in shock, only to find that he had never been here before. He didn't even know when such a corridor appeared.
And along the way, the scale of the buildings here is even one-fifth the size of a research institute. Among the researchers, Newton didn't even know any of them.
After passing through three levels of levels, Newton couldn't help but sigh: "Is this really my research institute?"
Ye Qingxuan glanced at him and said in a meaningful tone:
"It was."
…
…
The silent room was spotless except for a heavy steel structure.
There was a creature that was as tall as half a man placed in the center of the room, and there was nothing else. It's like an entire room was built specifically to house it.
"Where is this?" Newton asked.
"The newly established optical department due to orders from the Navy aims to develop a new generation of observation systems. At present, the ranges of warships from various countries are getting farther and farther, and the original observation methods have become difficult to detect traces of the enemy earlier. If we stop moving forward, If so, I’m afraid I won’t even know how to break into the enemy’s range in the future.”
When Ye Qingxuan said this, he couldn't help but shrugged: "But I appropriated part of it to meet my personal purposes, which is the observation mirror in front of you."
"Viewing glass?"
Newton walked around the thing a few times and looked back at him: "The room is so small, where can I observe it?"
"Of course it is used to observe smaller places." Ye Qingxuan replied: "As a musician from the Apocalypse faction, do I need it to help me find enemies?"
Newton was speechless.
"In fact, the technical content of the entire machine is not high and the cost is low. More than 90% of the money is spent here."
Ye Qingxuan took out an iron box from the cabinet below and slowly opened it, revealing that it was lying in layers of sponge and silk, and was also wrapped with dozens of layers of... glass pieces.
Newton thought for a moment and then suddenly realized.
The idea of microscopic observation mirrors has been around for a long time, but due to limitations of materials and harsh processes, it is difficult and unnecessary to achieve greater observation accuracy.
The current multiple has exceeded the technical needs, and it is meaningless no matter how high it is. No one's money comes from the strong wind. It will not be too late to continue to burn down when the technology develops to the point where a higher multiple is needed.
Therefore, people like Ye Qingxuan who are full and full are truly the exception among exceptions.
"What's the effect?" Newton was also a little interested. He had strong curiosity about research in any field.
“Exceeding expectations.”
Ye Qingxuan installed all the lenses and adjusted them carefully: "It exceeds the limit of the current observation mirror and can observe smaller units below 1 micron..."
"Pure mechanical engineering and optics?" Newton saw it and frowned: "For the same price, it would be more cost-effective if it was assisted by an alchemy matrix, right?"
Sometimes, he had to admit that in some aspects a musician's abilities were much more useful than those of mechanical engineering and physics.
"There is no way to use the alchemy matrix. You will know later."
After Ye Qingxuan finished debugging, he carefully filled a glass slide into the slot, and then slowly stepped away:
"Come and take a look."
Newton glanced at him doubtfully, walked to the observation mirror, and put his pupils close to the lens.
Silence comes.
At that moment, the silence was silvery white.
It was like heavy snow covering everything, but the snowflakes had a metallic color. Even if we surpass the limits of current technology and can observe the scale below one micron, we still cannot capture the silvery white true appearance.
Only their vague outlines can be caught faintly.
It's like countless square metal particles laid out in one place, perfectly integrated with each other. Even at such a fine scale, it is still surprisingly smooth.
Newton first thought that this was a new material, but then he rejected this idea.
Absolutely not.
No known substance can achieve such an effect, such a tight combination and such regular crystallization, not even lapis lazuli that has been refined to the limit by an alchemist!
A substance never seen before!
Newton was shocked by what he saw. He raised his head and looked at Ye Qingxuan.
"What kind of metal is this?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled and shook his head, "Look again."
Newton lowered his head, and what he could see became completely different again. The original square crystal structure disappeared, replaced by a hexagonal honeycomb structure that fit together...
Then, it turned into an array like countless scales.
He took a deep breath and looked again, but this time the result was completely different.
Newton felt his face burning and painful.
It was ecstasy.
Joy is like countless tiny steel needles piercing the face.
It was the tiny pain of blood rushing to the head and breaking the capillaries.
My heart was beating faster than ever.
A brand new material, a substance with unknown properties, a...miracle crystal!
He was stunned for a long time, then raised his head stiffly and looked at Ye Qingxuan, this young man who kept giving him more shocks.
"What on earth is this?"
Ye Qingxuan, who was leaning in the corner, smiled, took off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, and flicked the ashes on the ground.
"The Nature of the Aether."
He answered softly.
"This is absolutely impossible!!!"
For a moment, Newton felt like he was struck by lightning and denied it.
How could it be ether!
—The ether exists, but is unobservable.
This is an iron rule among musicians, and even a layman like Newton knew it!
Since ancient times, countless musicians have hoped to understand the nature of the ether. They have used various methods to observe it, but they still cannot capture the true face of the ether, and it is difficult to find the essence of miracles from the countless complicated phenomena.
What people can observe is nothing more than the phenomenon caused by the gathering of massive amounts of ether.
No one has ever seen with their own eyes what kind of material Kotai is and what it looks like.
It is too small for humans to observe. Moreover, it is moving rapidly and never stops for a moment, just like lightning rushing through the night. Who has truly captured the existence of "lightning particles"