Infinite Life: Trapped in a lifetime

When I actually write this list of answers on paper,

It doesn't seem that different.

On a larger time scale,

This moment may be a key historical node.

It means that there is a human individual who, after spending a lifetime,

Breaking through the barriers of human wisdom and penetrating the mystery of turbulence in the universe,

It opened the door to controllable nuclear fusion and introduced human civilization into a brand new world.

On a grand time scale,

There is no need for a controllable nuclear fusion demonstration reactor or commercial reactor that can be built later to prove it.

At this moment, when Mo Dao wrote down the answer, all the work before the complete experiment of controllable nuclear fusion was completed.

The violent power of the stars was restrained in the writings of an old man in his eighties who was about to die.

Just, in the moment.

This is still just an ordinary afternoon.

Outside the study window, there is some hot sunshine in early summer, and the wind blows from time to time.

It doesn't change just because an old man gives an answer to a question.

At this moment, few people in the world know what happened in this afternoon.

Mo Dao wrote down the series of formulas and several numerical values ​​on the paper,

That is to say, Mo Dao used ordinary manuscript paper when doing calculations and thinking.

The series of formulas written down,

To those who don’t understand, it just seems a bit obscure.

Among the pile of manuscripts that Mo Dao had calculated and thought about before, it didn't seem that special.

Even because of Mo Dao's physical exertion at this moment,

When I finally wrote down this series of formulas and values, although the writing was still clear and not illegible, it was still a little crooked.

This is just the answer to a question,

Even if its significance is extraordinary, it is extremely valuable to mankind at this moment.

It is just the handwriting of an old man on an ordinary piece of manuscript paper with an ordinary pen.

If a bird flies by at this moment, it will not think that the traces left by these inks on the paper have any special meaning.

For Mo Dao, a person who has gone through the whole process of thinking about turbulence issues,

The only special thing about this final answer is

That's how perfect it is.

It's like a crooked jigsaw puzzle that finally fits the final gap of the entire jigsaw puzzle perfectly.

It has the beauty of physics and mathematics.

It's like the mass-energy equation that expresses the relationship between mass and energy, like Maxwell's equations.

When this final answer flashes in your mind, there is no need to verify it.

Mo Dao also knew that that was the final answer, that was right.

Before it is revealed, everything is a mystery.

When the fog clears, this answer is the only one.

It should be this answer, and it can only be this answer.

Looking at the answer to the question that has troubled me for a lifetime, I wrote on the page.

Mo Dao paused and just smiled again.

It turns out to be like this, it turns out to be just like this.

Perhaps, one day, Mo Dao will see this light manuscript paper in front of him.

It will be put into the museum as an important cultural relic.

However, it will take a long, long time before the technologies related to controllable nuclear fusion no longer need to be kept secret.

smiling,

Mo Dao put down the pen in his hand.

Mo Dao had no idea of ​​writing down the process of arriving at the final answer.

First, in practice, it will be easier for others to determine the correctness of the formula and several numerical values ​​given by Mo Dao.

It's just that I don't know how to derive this formula from the mathematical and physical levels and solve this value, which may trouble future researchers for some time.

Secondly,

Mo Dao didn't have enough time left.

The body that is already aging, the last bit of vitality that bursts out without reservation,

Perhaps barely enough, Mo Dao wrote down the answer directly.

But there was not much time for Mo Dao to explain to others how he came up with this answer.

I don't want to spend the last bit of time writing a proof and derivation process that is destined to be endless.

"Has it been solved?"

beside,

When Mo Dao was thinking, he quietly stayed with Miss Qin Huaishi who was accompanying Mo Dao.

Looking at the smile on Mo Dao's face, he just asked.

"Um."

Smiling again, Mo Dao responded.

The two seemed to be chatting about an ordinary matter.

Miss Qin Huaishi didn't ask any more questions.

Perhaps Qin Huaishi had never doubted that Mo Dao could find the answer to the question that had troubled him for a long time.

Or maybe, whether Mo Dao can solve this problem or not, it doesn't matter to Miss Qin Huaishi.

After saying another word to Miss Qin Huaishi,

Mo Dao turned back and looked at the page in front of him with the formula written on it.

After thinking about it,

Mo Dao picked up the pen again and left an extra sentence in the blank space of the paper.

"If you can, please help me pay my respects to Professor Hong, Academician Zhang, and those who sacrificed their lives in the research of controllable nuclear fusion in the past, as well as those who devoted their lives to the research of controllable nuclear fusion."

Mo Dao had already struggled to write this short sentence.

Coming up with the final answer to this question has consumed almost all of Mo Dao's life force.

At this moment, the last bit of physical strength in the body seems to be unfettered.

The body seemed a little light, but the limbs seemed to be out of control.

At the end of this sentence, it was written quite poorly.

After finishing writing, Mo Dao took another look.

He threw the pen in his hand on the paper,

so that it would not be blown to the ground by the wind blowing in from the window gap.

Then, he did not pay too much attention to the paper.

"Huai Shi, let's go out for a walk."

Mo Dao just smiled at his Miss Qin Huai Shi and said,

"Okay."

Miss Qin Huai Shi knew what the work Mo Dao had just completed meant,

but Mo Dao did not mention it again, and she did not ask again.

Qin Huai Shi supported Mo Dao's exhausted body,

and the two supported each other, walked out of the study, and then out of the house.

Just outside the house, under the shade of the tree, as usual in the afternoon, they took a slow walk.

...

In the last bit of time, Mo Dao was just simply accompanying Qin Huai Shi.

However, in this last bit of time in this life,

perhaps he spent too much energy on that troubling problem,

which consumed Mo Dao's last bit of vitality to a large extent.

In this life, Mo Dao passed away earlier than in the previous life.

Under the shade of the tree outside the house, it didn't take long for him to slowly move.

Mo Dao was completely exhausted.

The source of his physical strength seemed to be exhausted,

and he could no longer exert any strength.

His chest rose and fell violently, and his body was no longer breathing heavily unconsciously.

His consciousness seemed to be withdrawn, and he could not feel it.

Mo Dao could not walk anymore, so Miss Qin Huaishi accompanied Mo Dao to sit on a bench under the shade of the community.

"If you are tired, take a rest."

Miss Qin Huaishi hugged Mo Dao, and the two supported each other.

"Yeah."

"Huaishi."

"Yeah. I'm here, and I will always be with you."

"Thank you... Huaishi."

Mo Dao's body became heavier from light,

as if his broken body was pulling his consciousness.

His consciousness gradually became a little blurred.

The body that was already on the verge of collapse finally collapsed.

The last bit of strength in his body was exhausted.

Leaning against Qin Huaishi, Mo Daojian closed his eyes.

Qin Huaishi just hugged Mo Dao quietly and accompanied him.

…

"Professor Mo Dao, former academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, the first person in charge of the important controlled nuclear fusion research project Changye Pile, and an outstanding theoretical and applied physicist, died of illness in the capital this afternoon."

"Now, Huaxin News Agency, at the request of Professor Mo Dao's family and the Southwest Institute of Physics of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, publishes Professor Mo Dao's obituary."

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