Marvel's Speedster

As the night falls quietly, the bustling streets are no longer so noisy. The silent neon lights are accompanied by the stars flickering in the sky. Only some late-returning pedestrians and vehicles rush past under its light.

After leaving the avenue, the closer you get to the residential community, the more you feel the silence here.

In this rare peace, Ross drove Gwen back to her parents' house.

In the past few days, the three of them have been staying in the mansion on 57th Street to thank guests behind closed doors, ignoring the outside affairs. The laboratory thought that Ross had given himself a vacation, Gwen’s parents thought that their daughter was staying at the school, and the state university knew that the new laboratory was about to be completed, so they only required them to complete 30 credit hours in each academic year and said nothing more. Under the misunderstanding of the three parties, no one noticed what happened to these three young people at all. Until that night, Director Stacey's always well-behaved and intelligent baby girl pretended to be nonchalant and went downstairs to her house.

After parking the car, Ross pushed the door out, then walked around to the other side to open the door, and carried Gwen, who had some walking difficulties, out of the passenger seat.

"Thank you, Ross", the girl curled up, one hand hugged his neck tightly, and the other hand kissed his cheek. She was talking when she suddenly came into contact with the cold fresh air outside the car. Unexpectedly, with an itchy nose, he snorted at him.

"Your thanks are so unique, Miss Stacy." Ross couldn't help being amused, and Gwen was a little embarrassed, and quickly wanted to take out a handkerchief to wipe his face, but she just remembered that her personal handkerchief was left behind by Ross. It's next to the pillow at home.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry", so she could only apologize repeatedly with a blushing face, then took the tissue that Ross handed over, and helped him wipe his face clean.

"It's okay", Ross grabbed her hand, lowered his head and buried it deeply, and the two of them separated after an unknown amount of time.

With the light on the roadside, the two hugged each other and talked for a while, until the bell in Central Park rang in the distance, and Gwen realized that it was getting late.

"I'm going back," she said with some reluctance, but she didn't delay any longer. She jumped off Ross graciously, then frowned and tried to walk a few steps slowly.

It was still a bit hot and painful. Fortunately, there is a direct elevator here, otherwise she would have to be carried up, which would be too embarrassing.

Ross tidied her up, pulled a lock of hair to cover half of her face, making her complexion look less obvious, and only let her go after tidying up.

During this process, Gwen kept staring at him, and took out a small mirror to take a look at him until everything was settled. When he found that there was no flaw, he praised him happily.

"Ross, you are awesome"

Ross smiled and said nothing. These are all makeup tricks he learned in his previous life. They are not secret skills, but they are very effective when used here. At least the girl doesn't have to worry about what to do when she returns home. Explain to your parents the subtle changes that have taken place in yourself.

"Tell me, what kind of relationship do we have?" When they were about to part, Gwen suddenly looked back and smiled.

"It's not just for fun anyway." Ross shrugged his shoulders, avoiding the essence of the problem very cunningly.

Fortunately, Gwen didn't intend to get an answer, but pointed at his chest threateningly, making a cute threatening gesture.

"Do you regret it?" Ross asked casually.

The girl shook her head, her expression was very indifferent, perhaps she had already guessed that there would be such a possibility.

"You will only know what it is like when it actually happens, so I never like to expect anything, I only believe in my own experience", she said and winked at Ross playfully, and then her tone suddenly became a little narrow .

"It's like when I was a child, my mother allowed me to run a separate telephone line in my room. At that time, I was excited for two days, thinking that I could chat with my friends all night, but after I installed it, the phone never rang Pass."

"Good example," Ross raised an eyebrow, and Gwen continued.

"Or like when I was 16 years old, my father promised me a car. I looked forward to traveling around the world after I had a car, but after picking up friends in the car for two weeks, I couldn't think of anything but going home."

"...", Ross' mouth twitched, but Gwen pretended not to see it.

"Also, I went to take a bikini photo for the first time, and my friends said it looked cute, but in real life, not only did I never wear a bikini, but I also kept vomiting and diarrhea during the photo shoot, so many things were not as beautiful as I imagined. .it is good."

"Hey!" He finally couldn't help it, and opened his arms fiercely, and then Gwen made a cute face at him, and threw himself into Ross's arms, laughing out of joy.

"I'm lying to you!" She smiled like a little fox who just stole a chicken, without any ladylike demeanor at all, and it took a while before she stopped.

"Well, actually, I want to say that this is an experience I've never had before. It's very beautiful. Well, really." She tried her best to hold back the smile between her eyebrows and eyes, and tried to stand on tiptoe, looking at Ross's face. kissed.

"me too". Ross responded with a tender answer.

After saying goodbye to each other, Gwen walked towards the building, and soon with a soft sound, the elevator door opened. She waved her hand to the outside from a distance, and then walked in briskly.

Ross parked outside for another minute, waiting for the lights to shine through the windows of Stacey's house on the 20th floor, before driving away.

Early the next morning, he arrived at the new laboratory site in the northern suburbs of New York.

"Ross, you've given me all the work again, and this time you've taken away my best assistant." Upon seeing him, Dr. Conners complained.

"Gwen is too tired and needs to rest for a few days. Now I will take over her work, and I will do whatever you want?" Ross said casually, as if he was at his disposal.

It is definitely impossible for the doctor to send him to do something. The important things have been done, and now they are all cumbersome details. One more person will not ease the task, and one less person will not be able to stop at this point, so it is okay for him to say that. It's just envious that Ross can openly find excuses to be lazy.

Passing through the busy circular hall, the two of them entered the core area of ​​the new laboratory and came to the most important central computing area.

Here, Dr. Otto and Ms. Maya Hansen are here to figure out how to operate the instrument that Ross and others brought back from the basement of Mutant Academy - for it, Ross did not hesitate to fight with the military and the powerful X-Men at the same time Go to war, rather risk an all-out conflict with the Mutant to get the instrument.

Now that he has got his wish, the next thing is to see if this thing is as good as he thought.

Ross walked in first, and before he and Connors could ask, Otto gave a thumbs up with a red face.

"That's fantastic, Ross, where did you get such a good supercomputer - no, it's not a computer at all, it's just a simulation simulator! I never dreamed that there is such a thing in the world. thing!"

Beside him, the biologist Maya also nodded repeatedly.

"It was really unexpected. My previous highest expectation was that the laboratory could have its own computing center without having to rent out computing resources that are prone to constraints. But now I find that my expectations seem too low. It has already met my expectations. More than enough for all my needs. Can someone tell me this is real and I'm not dreaming?"

Her cheerful tone made Ross and others smile. Ms. Maya is over 30 years old, she is still elegant, gentle and friendly. Since she joined the laboratory, many young people have a certain affection for her. Now hearing such innocent words, even the older Kang Both Nas and Otto, a married man, also found her very interesting.

Walking to the console, Ross nodded to the silver-haired black woman next to him, and then put his hand on the console, but he did not see any movement. The environment of the whole computer room suddenly changed, from the empty and monotonous white space to It is transformed into a fertile field, with the scorching sun above the head and green pastures under the feet. When the breeze gently blows by, the nose can even clearly distinguish the natural fragrance of alfalfa and ryegrass.

In the depths of this vast grassland, a dark cloud-like shadow surged from the edge of the horizon. Connors and others put their hands on their foreheads and looked as far as the eye could see. They quickly recognized a group of wild horses. As they gradually approached, they could See their smooth, shiny fur glistening in the sun, their muscular muscles perfectly defined by their effortless running movements.

"That's it, it seems to be the same. I can't help but want to ride it and try my skills. Is it as good as it was when I was young." After Otto finished speaking, Connors quietly distanced himself from this chubby old friend .

As expected, as soon as Otto's voice fell to the ground, thousands of wild horses turned around and ran towards him as if they had heard his call. Even knowing that these were hallucinations, Otto's fat face still couldn't help gradually turning pale. When he faintly breathed in a large cloud of smoke coming from the wind, he finally let out a strange cry and closed his eyes tightly.

Just when the galloping horses were about to step on Otto, the whole world came to a standstill suddenly. Thousands of wild horses stopped motionless like sculptures. At the same time, the natural ups and downs of the breeze, sunlight and grass blades also froze. It seemed that some kind of unfathomable force completely frozen the entire grassland in an instant.

Then Ross withdrew his hand and stepped down from the console, moping carefully on the back of the closest mustang.

Hair, sweat, and tiny salt gravels are all available. In Ross's feeling, this is completely the same as a horse that survives in the wild in reality.

Stretching to the front, one can even feel faint pulse beating and blood rushing.

Ross believes that if At the moment splits the horse with a sword, he can see more things. Even if the microscopic structure below the cell cannot be completely simulated, it can still play a very important role in various research processes. .

If this kind of thing falls into the hands of Mutant, it can only be used to gain combat experience, input information about real enemies, or create non-existent robots out of thin air for students to practice fighting skills. This is really a waste , can't play the real utility of this super machine at all.

For modern technology, a systematic research and development project may not have enough manpower or financial resources, but it must not lack sufficient computing resources, because it can effectively reduce researchers' dependence on the former two.

And how difficult is it to have a really good computing center? This is not a home computer, it is just for playing games or making investments. For supercomputers, no matter how fast they are, the most important purpose is to better simulate things that exist in reality and make real progress on their development. Effective deduction.

Such work can be encountered in all contemporary research directions, whether physical phenomena, economic problems, environmental changes, or the testing and adjustment of tools of war.

In others, they can only spend huge sums of money to build extremely cumbersome supercomputers, and then clumsily input all kinds of precise and detailed data, intending to simulate changes in certain links to predict the rough direction they will face. With this device, simulated reality is no longer a flashy fantasy. It can directly enter the user's nervous system, affect people's memory, and create a simulation environment that basically conforms to reality for deduction, thereby greatly reducing research and development costs. , to shorten the research time.

Since his advent, Ross has made great achievements by using the wisdom of the two worlds before and after. Even if there are no ready-made inventions to learn from, he can also inspire inspiration through the collision of ideas from different worlds, but such tricks always have their end. Whether one day inspiration will dry up, whether other companies and government agencies will use their vast resources to bridge the gap, or whether some genius will catch up with individual intelligence and good luck, these are all doubts, but now this instrument falls In his own hands, Ross can use it to play a huge unexpected effect of Mutant.

When Edison invented the light bulb, he failed more than 8,000 times; before the Space Shuttle Columbia was finalized, he repeatedly conducted various wind tunnel tests for a total of more than 30,000 hours and cost more than one billion US dollars. It takes a lot of manpower and material resources to get insignificant results. That's why supercomputers are popular in academia for deduction calculations. But now, as long as Ross is willing, he can control the instrument to generate a near-real simulation space at any time, and even combine various potions or mechanical parts at will, just to see the final effect.

In this way, there is no need to worry about dangerous accidents, and there is no need to lose money for too much material consumption, and there is no time or manpower trouble, and the efficiency far exceeds that of peers. Others may need to prepare days or weeks in advance for an operation, while the laboratory As long as the idea is perfected and put into operation, the results will naturally be very different.

With such capital, the laboratory will definitely embark on a path of full-speed development in the future, so he is in a very good mood.

"From now on, its name will be Matrix." Ross said, thinking of an artificial intelligence with a similar function, borrowing that name and using it on his own device by the way.

"In addition, I want to say, thank you very much for your cooperation, Miss Monroe."

Ross saluted the silver-haired woman, who gave him a blank look.

"You're welcome, it's yours." Storm Maiden Ororo Monroe said lightly, and then added.

"Can you come with me, the professor wants to see you."

(In response to the editor's advice, this book will be renamed Marvel's Fastest, and now I would like to let you know in advance.

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