The Miracle Plan and the Frontiers of Science

Zhang Qi naturally knew what this countdown meant.

It was the scheduled day for the completion, grid connection, and power generation of the world's first commercial controllable nuclear fusion reactor, codenamed "Pangu," which he had led.

And now, that string of numbers was like a line of red-hot branding iron, seared directly onto his retina.

This was the Trisolarans' Miracle Plan.

They used incomprehensible supernatural phenomena to destroy scientists' psychological defenses.

The objective was, naturally, still to lock down the development of Earth's technology—

By that measure, his priority level must have been fairly high.

And it had to be said that the Trisolarans' technology was truly something else.

Unfolding a proton onto a two-dimensional plane, etching circuits into it, then collapsing it back into eleven dimensions—there was no doubt that such an undertaking was immensely difficult.

After all, this was not a world governed by idealism. There were no such miraculous powers here.

From a purely technical standpoint, the only ones capable of doing something like that were the Ultramen of the Land of Light.

As for other worlds, such as Xianzhou, their technology was built upon imaginary energy and Paths, so their interference with a purely material world was not as profound.

Simply put, in that world, using Honkai energy to create a sophon out of thin air was far easier than processing a proton from scratch.

Forget it—

Zhang Qi shook his head, casting those chaotic thoughts from his mind.

This world had none of those things. All he could make use of was knowledge from other worlds—

After dealing with the researchers, he drove away.

Once home, he threw himself onto the soft mattress and slept soundly.

The curtains had not been fully drawn. Morning sunlight squeezed through the gap, casting a long, narrow strip of