Mysteries: Arcana Wars

When his cell phone rang, Osborne stopped whatever he was doing, got off work from his slacking morning job, and went to the cafeteria to enjoy lunch.

Now, starting from the laboratory, you can be the 2nd to 8th employee to arrive at the restaurant, and you can be the first to get the hot food no matter what dish you eat today.

Having worked in the pump machine industry for many years and upholding a rigorous scientific research spirit, Osborne is well aware of the lunch supply situation in the cafeteria.

Three or two meatballs were placed on a plate, covered with a spoonful of curry, potato and beef, and served with a handful of boiled peas. When Osborne began to eat, other researchers walked into the cafeteria one after another.

Sparks from the pumps, the death squad of the technology and science of the new era, under this unknown thickness of earth and rock, the top scholars in the church embarked on the path of seeking the truth of all things under the glory of the god of steam and machinery, and came to this isolated and mysterious pure land.

Even with the permission of the church, pagans and foreigners who have been verified can come here, move within the permitted scope, and conduct their research. In the face of the most essential truth of the world, these fanatical explorers are willing to transcend all politics and beliefs, just to seek a long-sought answer.

Life underground is undoubtedly boring, but the researchers who are willing to come here have a passion for their careers that is beyond the ordinary. Even at lunch time, they often gather in twos and threes to loudly discuss the research or experiments that have just been completed. For them, these worldly necessities are the troubles that hold them back.

Osborne, who said nothing, just concentrated on working hard, which was in stark contrast to the noisy and enthusiastic crowd.

Experiment? Truth? Indicator? Forget it!

To be honest, Osborne doesn't care about any of this.

There were many reasons why he was willing to come to Pump Spark, but he did not pursue any life value or world truth.

Safe, stable, well-fed, well-slept, and with plenty of time to play games and watch cute cartoons, this decadent and happy little life is getting better and better.

The most important thing is that his grandfather Scott Cartwright is the number one person in charge of Pump Spark and the boss among the bosses in the entire laboratory. No one can drive away Osborn, a small character who just lies down and eats, and a low-level researcher who is nothing special except for this hardcore background.

Osborn filled his bowl again, and several familiar figures sat down beside him. They stuffed their mouths with rice and talked to each other as if they were the classic activity mode of other researchers.

The one with the most serious expression was a tall boy with freckles all over his face and four small buck teeth. His thick glasses could only cover his green eyes, but not his sorrow and resentment.

This man named Foddy Morrick is in a sense Osborne's "dinner partner". Perhaps these people can be considered friends, but if we talk about deep cooperation in work and in-depth communication in life, there is really no such thing, and Osborne is not interested in it.

Ah, looking at his expression, I can tell without him saying anything that the results of their experiment today were terrible.

"That experiment just now was terrible. It was theoretically possible, but why couldn't it produce the theoretical effect after so many repetitions?"

Foday stirred the food on his plate in annoyance.

“Which variable is the problem?”

There is no problem with any variable, it's your damn left-handedness that's the problem. Can't you just switch to your dominant hand?

This is the 145th time I've heard you in the cafeteria that something went wrong with your experiment. In the previous 144 experiments, 125 times it was because you insisted on doing the experiment with your right hand like everyone else. You could just change your hand and it would work. Haven't you noticed that there was a problem until now?

Just keep shaking it. No matter how precise the electronic scale is, it can't beat the error of your stupid Parkinson's right hand.

"Hey, I can't push it any further. My paper has been stuck at this point for a long time."

You deserve it if you read more about Adolf's argument and Gigi Hak's theory, you wouldn't have told me "I can't continue writing this paper" 24 times this month.

"But I think your paper is well written, especially the point in the second point of Chapter 3, which I think is very novel! I also disagree with Ms. Solv's point of view. It is accepted by the academic community only because no better solution has been proposed..."

I don't want you to feel, I want me to feel.

Although your questioning of authority is commendable, if you just add 0.241 to the values ​​of the a parameter and the w parameter in the nd experiment, you can reproduce Ms. Solv's experiment.

There is no better way. It's because you are just too inexperienced. If you are inexperienced, just practice more, including these so-called academics.

"Do you think it would be more efficient if we use the Mijiti Henry process to purify the product in the topic Mr. Yeck proposed last time?"

The Mijiti Henry process is indeed great, but if you mechanically apply it to Mr. Yeck's project, you will run into that pit sooner or later. However, if you refer to Jimina's experimental records more often, at least you can get a few crappy papers before the big bomb.

"…But I also have my own opinion on this topic…"

You two should stop discussing this stupid issue. You have discussed this topic 246 times in 186 days, and there is absolutely no result. I am so tired of listening to it. If one of you had adjusted the so-called product strategy a little bit 243 days ago, there would not be so many accidents in the following 182 discussions, and there would not even be such 222 noisy arguments.

"...No, I think you are still a little too extreme..."

When all the food on the plate was gone, Osborne's patience had reached its limit and he stood up to collect the tableware.

These are the issues that these people study every day. The so-called difficulties, pain points and contradictions are extremely clear in Osborne's mind, and even make him feel bored and annoyed.

It is difficult to explain what other effects the Universalist potion has besides enhancing memory, such as optimizing logical thinking ability. Osborn does not understand or have any interest in the theory of the extraordinary world.

As a veteran Sequence Nine, Osborn was fed the Universalist potion by his grandparents, who were high-ranking members of the church, when he was a child. Ever since he could remember, he had an amazing photographic memory and an extremely strong logical thinking ability, especially showing a strong talent in mechanical manufacturing.

This made him feel that there seemed to be a vague difference between himself and others since he was a child, a sharp needle hidden in a cotton pillow, occasionally pricking his brain vaguely, but he could not clearly find the source of the pain.

But Osborne didn't care about these problems. As long as they didn't affect his eating, sleeping, or his online insults to his stupid teammates, they were all minor problems.

No matter what kind of enviable influence the extraordinary characteristics and brain had on his soul, Osborn always positioned himself as an ordinary person with a good memory. When Foday, who came in at the same time, was promoted, Osborn was still the low-level fisherman.

Osborne Cartwright is a "genius" hidden among the crowd.

Or, as Osborn himself said, he was just a false genius transformed by extraordinary characteristics.

But he was willing to do so.

I would rather believe that all gifts come from extraordinary characteristics than admit that all intelligence comes from natural talent.