Mia opened her eyes and saw herself sitting in a room.
The room was sealed and all the corners were filled, which looked like a stupid way of removing mold from corners in the old days.
The professor sat cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the room, surrounded by three students, including Mia. Two men and two women, they were seriously discussing some obscure academic issues with the professor.
And, everyone had shaved heads, and five large light bulbs were shining in the room.
"The important thing is to eliminate the horns." The professor continued, "Those hounds are not higher-dimensional creatures. In fact, they live in fragments of dimensions."
"What is a fragment of dimension? First of all, you need to understand the concepts of 'continuous' and 'discrete'." The professor picked a male student and asked, "John, let me ask you a question."
“How many points on a straight line are there that do not overlap?”
"Uh." The male student was visibly stunned. "Countless?"
"That's right," the professor said. "Let's change the example: now it's not a straight line, but a line segment with both ends closed and 1 cm long. How many unique points are there on the line segment?"
"Still countless." Another female student named Mary replied.
"Yes." The professor smiled, "This is what continuity means."
"A continuous world means infinite possibilities. A continuous three-dimensional world can accommodate an infinite number of two-dimensional surfaces; a continuous two-dimensional surface can accommodate an infinite number of one-dimensional lines. And discrete..."
He shrugged. “As the opposite of continuous, ‘discrete’ isn’t so pretty.”
"In the discrete world, space and time are isolated. How many points are there on a discrete line? A finite number. Even in our definition, a line in the discrete world cannot be called a straight line, but rather a 'set of linear arrangements consisting of a large number of points'."
Mia: ? ? ?
"Milia." The professor turned his gaze to her, "Do you have any questions?"
"I..." Mia opened her mouth and said frustratedly, "I have no doubts."
In fact, she didn't understand a single word. So she didn't even know how to ask questions, let alone ask them.
"Professor, your remarks remind me of the duality of wave and particle." The male student named John said flatteringly, "In the microscopic world, they present discrete, particle characteristics; in the macroscopic state, they present continuous, wave characteristics."
"This is the contradiction in our world." The professor nodded and said, "Regarding the fundamental composition of the world, some people advocate the 'string theory', saying that all particles are composed of closed and curled strings. This is a philosophical thinking that clearly believes that 'continuity' is greater than 'discreteness'..."
Everyone was chatting excitedly over there, but Mia's little head soon drooped down and she almost fell asleep while listening.
Outside the screen, everyone was speechless as they looked at the sleepy Mia. Bishop Chino in the monitoring room had a serious expression on his face, but he was actually laughing triumphantly in his heart.
It turned out to be the right decision to choose the peace mode. For these mercenaries, no matter how fierce and dangerous the battle is, it is far less torturous than academic theories that require thinking, hahahahahahahahahaha.