Chapter 2591: Mayfly World (2)

Schiller ate very fast, and he could always eat some very disorderly food with great aesthetic feeling, as if there was a special area in his brain responsible for studying which one to eat first and which one to eat later in a table of complex dishes would be fast and delicious.

What's more magical is that he doesn't delay talking while eating. There must be no food in his mouth when he opens his mouth. Stark always suspects that this is what he practiced when he gave psychological treatment to others while eating, but he has no evidence.

Stark gnawed two bites of the burger, having no appetite, and asked languidly: "What business are you talking about?"

"Oh, it's like this, Kamar-Taj..."

Schiller briefly described the situation of Kamar-Taj. Stark felt more and more wrong as he listened: "So now Strange wants to help those villages make money, but the magic herbal medicine he made doesn't work, so he begged me?"

"Something like that," Schiller nodded.

Stark laughed out loud, then choked on himself. After drinking a few sips of water, he still used a pleasant tone: "Hahahaha, I knew his magic wasn't reliable! If he had begged me earlier to throw a satellite up to connect him to the internet, would it have been so troublesome?"

Stark's mood improved significantly, and the expression on his face could be called radiant. After all, it wasn't a day or two that he and Strange didn't get along. The two were like being incompatible, and they would feel uncomfortable if they didn't quarrel for two sentences when they met.

In terms of scientific and magical research, although the two have cooperated, they compete more. Science envies the convenience of magic, and magic envies the system of science, but neither lets the other, and they have to distinguish between high and low.

Although science occupies the mainstream in the society of ordinary people, and more excellent scientists have emerged after the solar system development plan, magic has too much advantage in interstellar exploration, so the two sides can be said to be evenly matched.

Thinking that Strange also had a day of begging him, Stark instantly felt that the sun was bright, the food was delicious, a large pile of messy redundancy was cleared out of his mind, and his mind was full of ideas for making money.

When a person is in a good mood, his appetite naturally opens. Now Stark knows why Schiller ordered so many dishes.

He stuffed the burger into his mouth in three or two bites, dragged the plate on Schiller's side to the middle, picked up the knife and fork without hesitation, and began to gobble it up.

After that, neither of them spoke, but focused on eating. Schiller basically didn't have time to eat well when he worked in the hospital, and he ate some white-man food that dealt with it.

I don't know why the portion of the Stark Tower cafeteria was extra large, or the portions of these dishes in front of them were extra large. The two of them ate until they were full, and they almost solved all the dishes.

After eating, Schiller wiped his mouth, changed the topic and said: "How is the Star Core Space Station? The trial operation should be pretty good."

"No big problems," Stark said: "Although only the core components are my technology, the rest is not difficult. Except for the fact that one section of the space station docking was always unstable before, the others are pretty good."

"Are the staff all in place?"

"Of course, they have been working for almost two months, and everything is going well so far," Stark thought for a while and said: "Humanity has never possessed such a large space station. Besides sending astronauts up, countries have also sent some ordinary technical engineering personnel and cleaning personnel. They should be settled now."

"Is Peter's uncle on it?"

"Yes, he has finished a round of work and went home to rest," Stark said: "Considering that the manpower of all countries is very sufficient, they adopt a shift system, with two months as a cycle, and then change another batch of people when the time comes."

"That's not bad. After all, many technical workers who haven't received professional training can't stand long-term separation from their families."

"In fact, we plan to adopt this system for astronauts and resident scientists. After all, no one wants to be separated from their families for a long time, and now there is no shortage of people."

"Then what about technical cooperation between countries?"

Stark waved his hand and said: "It's not about countries, it's mainly China-US technical cooperation. Some engines are made in Russia, Europe is responsible for electronic chip technology, the small transport planes entering and exiting the space station are Wakanda's technology, weak magnetic docking is research developed by the mutants, and most of the rest of the countries are shouting and cheering."

"Don't those small countries have any ideas?"

Stark recalled for a while and said: "The Middle East is more ambitious. Relying on having money, they exchange money for technical personnel from other countries, and have rawly smashed out more than a dozen laboratories, intending to carry out independent development."

"Northern Europe's mental state is still too advanced. They have pointed all their skill points to the aesthetic research of appearance and interior decoration. It seems they are determined to take the art student route."

"Several small countries around the big countries, such as Eastern Europe, Southeast Asia, Central and South America, and even the US enclave, Canada, and Australia, are basically following the big country route to do some work of checking for leaks and filling gaps."

"The only one that is more strange is India," Stark revealed an indescribable expression and said: "Their enthusiasm is very high, and they also feel that they have this strength, but in the entire space station, except for their own cabin, no department responsible for any other part dares to let Indians touch it. I think they are wise."

"Can't you reject them directly?"

"Of course not, it's a big country after all," Stark sighed and said: "Actually, I haven't figured out what they want to do. If they want to consolidate the foundation, they should introduce talents like the Middle East, improve hardware standards, and take the road of independence. Even if they can't produce mainstream technology, it's enough to drink a sip of star-era soup if they can master a few supplementary technologies that check for leaks and fill gaps for mainstream technology."

"But not only do they not introduce talents, they also drive away scientific and technological talents. Now major laboratories around the world are full of Indians applying for jobs, as if they have to squeeze in to add chaos."

"If they want to take the vassal route, there are not no allies around them that can form an alliance. As long as they show some sincerity, they can always talk about some cooperation projects. Even if they only contract the manufacturing industry, they can earn a lot. But for such a long time, I haven't seen any projects talked about. Maybe their environment is indeed unfriendly to foreign investment."

Stark shook his head, obviously not understanding India's move. Schiller asked with some concern: "Are you sure you didn't let India build the key components?"

"Rest assured, China's production capacity has always been surplus. Our research and development speed can't keep up with their production speed. Except for some patents that haven't been opened, they are basically made in China."

"Then how is patent cooperation going?"

"This part has never been optimistic," Stark rubbed his temples and said: "Everyone holds their old bottom as a treasure. After opening, they have also added various restrictions. Some are not allowed to be produced abroad, and some have requirements for the years of use. Nick organized several negotiations, and basically they all broke up unhappily."

"Then what do you plan to do? Really intend to stay in the laboratory until the end of time, and then hold back technology that surpasses the era, and eliminate them all?"

Stark looked at Schiller with some surprise, not understanding why he would know his train of thought, but since it had been seen through, he had to say: "Well, almost. I know this idea is a bit stupid, but at least there is still some hope, isn't there?"

"As long as one person's technology can always lead the world, then the rest of the people have to cooperate even if they don't want to, otherwise they will never be able to eat the most cutting-edge cake. No one will be willing."

"But don't you think this is a stupid way?"

"I certainly know," Stark emphasized again: "But what can I do? As a psychologist, don't you know that human nature can't stand the test, and the final answer to game theory is war?"

"It is beyond anyone's imagination to use peaceful means to push humanity forward," Schiller said: "I certainly understand this point, but I think you are just stuck in a dead end."

"What do you mean?"

"There is an old Eastern proverb that says 'stones from other hills can be used to polish jade,'" Schiller said this sentence in Chinese, and then he translated it, "It means that when you find that hard-to-hard doesn't work, maybe you can find a clever way."

Stark narrowed his eyes and stared at him, still not guessing what he was going to say.

"Trying to defeat science with science, and defeating all of humanity with the power of one person, the effort required is not something anyone can bear. Doing so has no meaning other than destroying yourself."

"Then what should I do?"

"Use magic," Schiller shrugged and said: "In some fields, magic is a dimensionality reduction strike against science. Maybe the results that all human scientists have worked hard for hundreds of years are ordinary spells that small mages can do in the magic world."

Although Stark didn't want to admit it, he still nodded. The fact is indeed so. The children who have just entered school for two years in Kamar-Taj can transmit everywhere with a Sling Ring, while the current human scientific community still doesn't have transmission technology that can be widely applied, otherwise there would be no need for air transport.

"But magic is too dependent on talent," Stark immediately pointed out, "One in 100 million people may not be able to produce a few mages. Those Great Mages ran through all countries, didn't they only find a few hundred students?"

The implication is that although these technologies are good, most people can't use them, so there is no market. Without a market, there is no investment. You can't say that only talented people can use transmission technology, right?

"Indeed," Schiller nodded without denying, but said: "But maybe there is another way."

"What?"

"What if everyone has magical talent?"

"This is impossible," Stark denied it flatly. He said: "You haven't heard Stephen's long-winded talk. The affinity for magic elements comes from the nature of the soul, and the nature of the soul comes from the soul homology of parents, which is completely random."

"But isn't the essence of science to transform randomness?" Schiller revealed a smile, looked at Stark and said: "Isn't artificially controlling magical talent the best answer for science to defeat magic?"

Stark's heart jumped wildly. ===== CHAPTER 2592 =====