Volume 3: Dance of the Aurora Chapter 26 The Power of the Sun
Fang Cheng stared at the red dot in front of him and silently thought of an instruction in his mind:
"Moving away from the ground along an axis perpendicular to the surface of a standard three-dimensional sphere equivalent to the Earth, with an acceleration of 1 meter per second squared."
Since he didn't know how accurate the information the other party needed, he chose the most rigorous description to avoid any problems in understanding.
"In fact, you don't need to describe it so complicatedly. You can directly use the gravitational field generated by the earth to establish the coordinate system."
So what should I say, moving in the opposite direction of the gravitational field?
"Well, that's not a big deal. I'm not a computer that only accepts strict instructions. You can just ask me to plan a route for you to get to the location shown in the coordinates."
"Well... let's do as you say. Just help us plan a route, but please don't exceed 3G during the movement."
It turns out I don’t have to drive it. My previous excitement was in vain.
But it is understandable that human car AI can already achieve autonomous driving, and the alien flying devices should not require me to issue any extra instructions.
In fact, he had just obtained his driver's license during the summer vacation of high school, and he had not driven a car many times, so he did not believe that he could have better driving skills than super artificial intelligence. It would be better to just let the T-800 move on its own .
"If you feel anything unusual or unexpected during the movement, you can also give emergency instructions by staring at the red dot, and I will switch to manual mode instantly."
Fang Cheng glanced at the outside environment. Through the almost transparent inner wall, he saw that the buildings and scenery in the distance were continuously shrinking, and the height from the ground under his feet was getting higher and higher.
At this time, his calves began to tremble involuntarily.
Humans cannot fly, and have come down from trees for millions of years. The fear of heights encoded in our genes is for the purpose of protecting ourselves, and it is not something to be ashamed of.
In fact, Fang Cheng sometimes wondered if only the ancient apes with fear of heights encoded in their genes were driven by fear to climb down the trees? And our cousins who are not afraid of heights at all might still be staying in the African rain forest now?
Fear of heights is the hero that helped mankind move towards civilization.
But no matter what, his legs were shaking so much that the people around him could feel it.
"Emmmm, are you scared?"
"It's okay, no, not really scared."
If I'm afraid of this, then what ability do I have to save humanity? Why would the aliens choose me to save humanity?
Intermittent high ambitions and constant self-doubt have been Fang Cheng's norm since he entered college as a freshman, and he has not yet broken free from this cycle.
"If you're a little nervous, why don't we talk about it? Like what to do when we get to our destination?"
Fang Cheng suddenly realized that he didn't know what to do after meeting the monster again. In fact, he had been in a daze before and had been driven by the atmosphere and instructions.
Ai Bishui moved her lower body towards him, creating a narrow contact surface between her and Fang Cheng's body in the area between the knees and the protrusion of the ilium.
Originally, the space in here was not big, and the distance between the two people was not too far, so they could hear each other's breathing when they were not talking.
The T-800 cruises silently, there is not even the sound of wind around, and it is so quiet that it is a bit scary.
As the distance got closer, Fang Cheng could clearly smell the scent of Ai Bishui again, and he subconsciously touched the front of his nose with his hand. This action was keenly captured by the other party.
"Ah, do I smell bad? Maybe I was sweating..."
"No, no, no, it's a very fragrant smell. If you smell it carefully, it's a bit like Chinese medicine, but it's a bit too stimulating..."
Ah, how could I have said that accidentally? It's really a bit disgusting to describe a girl's smell in such detail, I'd better keep my mouth shut.
"Hmm? Really? I think I smelled my own scent, but... it felt a bit like lavender?"
"Ah, well, maybe everyone has a different sense of smell..."
The concept of smell is very private, which was told to Fang Cheng by his junior who studies psychology.
Just like colors, we can never know if what other people smell is exactly the same as what we do, just as we can never know if the blue that other people see is the same blue that we see, because our language is limited.
When it comes to smell, the problem of this indescribable quality is even more serious, because there are far more nouns to describe colors than smells, and in theory, the color perception may tend to be the same for different individuals during the development process.
When we describe smells, there is no other way to describe it except using other nouns to describe it (such as the fragrance of flowers, grass, medicine...), or describing the emotions it brings (pleasant, relaxing, refreshing...).
Liu Yishi and Fang Cheng said that these issues are being studied by some people in the philosophy of mind, and she doesn't really understand them. In our daily lives, we don't need to ensure that our "feelings" are consistent.
For example, if we are in the same space, our sense of smell is normal in the usual sense, and we have a basic "communicable" understanding of each other, then we will assume that what we say to each other is transferable and reliable, and we are unlikely to have the question of "are we talking about the same smell?"
Even if what we experience is not really a single smell, they are normalized in our language; the smell of a rose can only be mapped to the word "rose scent."
Fang Cheng often heard his schoolmates say that although our language is not accurate, it is still reliable.
I don’t know how she is doing now.
So at least one thing he and Ai Bishui could agree on was that she smelled good, and at least the emotion of "pleasant" could be conveyed through Chinese.
"Before you came...I also got this."
He took out the small round biscuit that looked like a milk flake that he had been holding in his hand and handed it to her.
"It is said that this is an extremely strong static magnetic field generator, although I don't know what the principle is."
Ai Bishui placed the round cake on the palm of her right hand and gently stroked it with the index finger of her left hand. Could this seemingly harmless button battery really be so powerful?
"Do you think the magnetic field alone can destroy it? I don't think it is enough."
"It's not a direct attack using magnetic fields. I've roughly figured out what's going on."
Ever since Fang Cheng got this so-called " weapon ", he has been thinking about how to use it. A crazy and romantic plan has gradually taken shape in his mind.
He needs to borrow the power of the sun.
