Shanghai.
A restaurant near IMCRC headquarters.
The wait for food to be served was always boring. Under normal circumstances, Witten would find something to occupy himself with—sometimes reading papers, sometimes catching up on the latest Physics news, or browsing magazines and things related to his personal interests.
As he flipped through an unfinished newspaper he had brought from the office, he suddenly frowned slightly and spoke.
"Whittle has gone mad."
Hearing that, Frank Wilczek looked at him questioningly from across the table.
After a brief pause, Witten continued.
"He is trying to use public sentiment to blackmail Brookhaven Science Associates, bringing things that never belonged in academia into it, then forcing some scholars to take sides—or rather, to make a choice."
Frank Wilczek raised his eyebrows and asked with interest, "Then what is your choice?"
"If I have to make a choice, then I choose to stay here for now." Witten set down the newspaper in his hand. "No matter what experiment he conducts, this is still the Lunar Hadron Collider's first experiment. Whether it produces satisfactory results or not, don't you think that makes it memorable?"
After a pause, Witten smiled and continued,
"Besides, the Physics community has not been this lively in a long time."
Sipping his pre-meal lemonade, Wilczek said helplessly,
"I would rather it were not so lively."
All this excitement brought nothing but a mountain of trouble. Theoretical Physics was a field from which all humanity could benefit equally. In his view, both Lu Zhou's approach and the actions of Whittle and Brookhaven Science Associates were somewhat too irrational.
Of course, he knew as well.
How could there be so many rational things in this world?
If possible, he naturally hoped the Lunar Hadron Collider could be put to use on more meaningful projects, such