Swept by boundless heat and light and a surging sea, Li Nuo's figure flickered. Witten's did the same, shifting in and out of focus.
After a long while, when the seawater had fallen back and the ocean had gradually calmed, their figures finally stabilized.
Hovering in midair, Li Nuo was at a loss for words. He had always thought Witten was a steady man. He had never expected him to have such a mischievous streak.
Fortunately, the nuclear blast at sea seemed to have taken that bit of absurdity out of Witten. He coughed twice and apologized to Li Nuo, who shook his head to show he did not mind. It was only a virtual scene. Neither of them had been hurt, and he had even experienced what it felt like to be battered by a torrent. That counted as a new experience.
A few seconds later, Witten's eyes lit up. "My personal panel just received the detailed data from the experiment!"
He picked out a few figures. "Detonating a twenty-three-kiloton nuclear bomb twenty-seven meters underwater sent 2.0657 million tons of seawater and sediment into the air. The base wave reached 29.35 meters, and the water column peaked at 1,682 meters—"
When he finished, he sighed. "In reality, who knows how much manpower and material it would take to detonate this bomb? The consequences would be terrible, too. But in the virtual world, we got detailed data in mere seconds!"
Li Nuo joked, "Give it initial values and clearly defined conditions, and it could even predict the future."
"Haha! A mathematician's wild dream." Witten smiled in understanding.
Predicting the future was far too difficult. The real world held too many uncertain variables for human technology to grasp them all.
"We've seen the Hall of Science. Let's go to the Trial