The official efficiency is very high.
Early the next morning, the list was delivered to the old chief's desk.
He glanced at it, his hand shook, and he almost spilled the tea.
One thousand people.
"So many?" The old chief frowned, picked up the list and looked at it carefully.
Nuclear physics, materials science, power engineering, automation control, armored engineering and other fields are all filled with talented people from all walks of life. There are even several departments that write "bring your own cans, no quota will be counted" in the remarks column, and only ask for a boarding quota.
The old chief's brows relaxed.
No one on the list made up the numbers.
The old leader did a quick mental calculation. "One thousand people, one thousand tons of cans a day."
"Even if we inspect it continuously for a month, it will only be 30,000 tons."
For the country's strategic grain reserves, this amount is a drop in the bucket.
Exchange 30,000 tons of cans for the top technology of the interstellar era?
Earn blood.
Signed!
The old chief picked up the pen and signed his name on the list without hesitation. With a smile on his face, he felt that he had gotten a huge advantage.
On the day we boarded the ship, the dock was as lively as the Chinese New Year.
The expedition team of one thousand people carried various testing equipment, recorders, analyzers, and even portable X-ray machines in large and small bags.
In order not to waste every minute of boarding the ship, many people even carried compressed dry food and sleeping bags on their backs. Before setting off, all of them had uncontrollable excitement on their faces.
But at the first step of boarding the ship, everyone was frightened.
What greeted them was not uniformed technicians, but dozens of mechanical skulls suspended in mid-air. Red optical lenses were all pointed at them, making a slight buzzing sound.
"Holy shit!" A young man carrying a spectrometer shrank back and almost dropped the equipment.
"Why are you panicking?" The old academician turned around and glared at him, scolding the young man for not seeing the world, but he took two steps forward, with the tip of his nose almost touching Servo-Skull, and his eyes were as bright as light bulbs.
"Interesting... no external power, no propellers, no magnetic levitation field strength response, pure anti-gravity levitation?"
The automation professor behind him reacted instantly and took a breath:
"Pure anti-gravity? Can it also achieve centimeter-level precise hovering?"
"Our laboratory has been working on this technology for ten years, and we haven't even touched the threshold!"
Suddenly, a deep voice came from the side. "I am Tech-Priest who is leading your tour. You can call me Priest Kallen."
Everyone turned around and saw a figure walking out of the shadows.
Half of his face is covered with metal prosthesis, his right eye is a mechanical prosthetic eye that flashes red, and he holds a long-handled mechanical ax in his hand.
Everyone subconsciously took another half step back.
This is not a human being, it is clearly a semi-mechanical monster.
Kallen glanced at them, showing no interest at all.
A group of uncivilized and backward mortals.
He raised his hand to point to the suspended skulls and introduced in a calm tone:
"These Servo-Skull will be responsible for accompanying you throughout the tour. They will answer your questions and guide you around."
"If you need anything, just say it."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Not even a spare look was left to the crowd.
"A group of mortals making a fuss around Servo-Skull are worse than Gear Kid." Kallen only had contempt in his heart.
The old academician took a step closer. "Wait a minute, how intelligent are these skulls?"
"If it can answer questions, it will answer them." Kallen continued, "If it can't answer, it means you shouldn't ask."
The old academician was stunned.
An automation professor next to him whispered, "Isn't this attitude... too arrogant?"
The old academician waved his hand and didn't care.
He stared at the Servo-Skull with even more interest in his eyes.
"Let's go in and take a look."
Entering the first checkpoint of the passage inside the ship, everyone stopped.
At the end of the passage, there is a huge device.
Three meters high, it looks like an ancient metal "altar", with dense pipelines covering its surface and a huge transparent container embedded in the center.
Inside the container is a... person?!
This person has no limbs and has countless wires and circuits connected to the body.
It extends out from the brain and is connected to the surrounding crystal circuit boards. Those crystal boards are stacked on top of each other, glowing with a faint blue light under the weak current.
"What... what is this?!" the materials science expert's voice trembled.
Servo-Skull floated in front of the device, and the mechanical voice was steady. "Cogitator array system, shipboard core computer, responsible for data calculations, fire control calculations, and route planning."
"The core processing unit is a biological brain, mostly manufactured in batches by cloning."
"The auxiliary memory unit is a crystal circuit."
The scene exploded instantly.
"Crystal circuit?! Soviet Union also did it back then, but it failed. They actually made this into a large-scale industrial product?"
"The biological brain is used as the core? Living tissue is used as the computing unit of the computer? How does this achieve signal synchronization?"
Someone asked tremblingly, "Why don't you use artificial intelligence? Isn't using AI as the core more efficient than biological brains?"
Servo-Skull's optical lens suddenly turned red, and his tone instantly cooled down. "Strong artificial intelligence, the source of Cybernetic Revolt, is a taboo thing that blasphemes Omnissiah."
"The Empire strictly prohibits the development and use of any form of strong artificial intelligence."
One sentence brought a tsunami-like impact to all scientific researchers present.
Not only did they see computer technology that far exceeded Blue Star, they also came into contact with the underlying rules of a completely unfamiliar interstellar civilization.
The old academician stared at the suspended photonic crystal, his fingers trembling slightly.
He knew the weight of this thing very well.
If we understand this crystal circuit technology thoroughly, Blue Star's chip industry can jump forward thirty years directly.
Before everyone could recover from the shock of the Cogitator system, the experts from the Military Industry Center had already been distracted by the direction of the hangar.
The moment the hangar door opened, everyone gasped.
A dozen Leman Russ Tanks are neatly arranged, with thick armor and tall bodies, full of mechanical beauty.
The Valkyrie gunboat next to it spreads its wings, and the multi-missile array is fully exposed. The Las-cannon is even more eye-catching.
The hatch of the Bison armored personnel carrier is open, and the life support system inside is clearly visible.
A group of military experts immediately rushed forward, like obsessed collectors seeing a rare treasure.
A professor from the Armored Forces Engineering School lay on the armor plate of Leman Russ, stroking the metal surface and murmuring, "This alloy... I have never seen it before."
"There is also a biochemical isolation layer! The high-temperature resistance is incredible! Even if this thing is on the verge of a nuclear explosion, as long as it doesn't explode, the crew will survive!"
Another expert got into the cockpit of Bison Troop Carrier and exclaimed, "This closed-loop life cycle system! It can operate in a nuclear, biological, and chemical environment, automatically filter poisonous gases, and maintain constant temperature and pressure. Even if it is minus fifty degrees outside, you can wear single clothes inside!"
"This is the standard vehicle in the interstellar era..." someone lamented.
What made them even crazier was the Laser weapon array mounted in the corner of the hangar.
The entire hangar has become a paradise for military industry experts.
In the computer room, academicians from basic disciplines are still surrounding the Cogitator system, frantically recording every detail.
One day's inspection time, in everyone's eyes, is as short as the blink of an eye.
The old academician stood at the door of the hangar, watching this scene with mixed emotions.
The technology is great.
It's so good that people don't know how to choose.
In the evening, in the temporary conference room of the military port, the inspection team had a huge quarrel.
"We must prioritize vehicles, armor alloys, and Laser weapon technology!" The chief engineer of the military industrial port slapped the table, his face turning red.
"These technologies can directly feed back our active equipment. With a 60-day cooperation period, we can achieve mass production in up to three months, which will bring our national defense strength to a big level in a short period of time!"
"Short-sighted!" the physics academician opposite immediately retorted.
"Vehicle technology is only superficial! The Cogitator system, photonic crystal circuit, and anti-gravity technology are the core!"
"These things are an inheritance that can be passed down to future generations for generations to come! Even if we spend ten or twenty years to fully understand them, it will be a lasting achievement!"
"Wait twenty years? The cooperation period is only 60 days! By the time you understand the core principles, they will have left long ago!"
"Copying homework can only result in following others! Only by thoroughly understanding the core technology can we truly achieve transcendence!"
The two groups were quarreling fiercely, spitting and spitting, and no one could convince the other.
The old academician sat in the middle, rubbing his temples.
He knew in his heart that both sides were right.
On the one hand, it is the immediate short-term gains, and on the other hand, it is the long-term layout that will benefit future generations.
He knocked on the table, suppressing the quarrel in the room.
"What are you arguing about?" The old academician glared at everyone and said firmly, "Children only make choices, adults want them all!"
Everyone fell silent instantly and all looked at him.
The old academician stood up, his eyes flashing. "We need to gnaw at the vehicle technology, and we also need to grasp the core technology."
"If there are not enough people, we will add people! If there are not enough places, we will apply!"
The old academician made a quick calculation in his mind: the vehicle technology has people from the military industry, and the core technology has people from basic disciplines. If both sides advance at the same time, the manpower will indeed be doubled.
But doubling it to only 2,000 people would make a big difference?
The old academician patted his chest and shouted confidently, "Isn't it just a matter of asking for more people? With my old face, who wouldn't give me some thin noodles? How many more people do I need to send?"
After some discussion, everyone gave him a jaw-dropping answer:
"Academician, we made a rough calculation and found that at least 10,000 scientific researchers are needed to complete the task within 60 days."
What?! Ten thousand people?!
The tea cup in the old academician's hand almost spilled. The hand he had just slapped on his chest froze in the air. Suddenly he felt that the voice he had just spoken was too loud.