Genius Club - Chapter 1338: 25, 42, Blue Eyes, All Beginnings
Chapter 1338: Chapter 25, 42, Blue Eyes, All Beginnings
November 2, 1952, 12:37 PM.
In the standalone house on Princeton Marshal Street, Einstein hadn’t slept for a whole day and night.
Studying all night for over 24 hours was tantamount to challenging death for his over-seventy-year-old body.
But…
He couldn’t stop at all.
In the past 24 hours of sleeplessness and starvation, he just sat there at the desk in the study motionless.
The fountain pen, having been dipped in ink several times, scribbled furiously, and the draft papers used for calculations flew all over the room, now still being tossed up one after another from the desk, fluttering to the ground.
“Universe… constant…”
Einstein’s voice was hoarse, licking his lips chapped from not drinking for a long time.
He was too excited.
Too thrilled.
Never had he thought that one day he would be picking up the research he proposed and dismissed, achieving a breakthrough again!
His eyes were like torches, staring at the lines and lines of derivations on the draft paper.
Before witnessing the hydrogen bomb explosion yesterday, he had never thought of such an idea, such a derivation method.
Now looking at it…
This hypothesis should be correct! The universe constant indeed exists!
Under a brand new mindset.
The process of calculating the universe constant was incredibly smooth, almost without a hitch, and the unique beauty of formulas and equations made Einstein very clear… Only the right things would be so beautiful, so exquisite.
Unimaginable.
He was really going to calculate the universe constant!
“What will be the result of the universe constant?”
Clatter.
Einstein once again threw away a sheet of fully written draft paper, continuing to derive on the next sheet.
Almost there.
Almost there.
The equations were becoming increasingly simple, and the final result was about to emerge.
What is the universe constant after all?
What does it mean?
And what unique power does it have?
These questions that had troubled him for half a lifetime… might all gradually be revealed once the concrete number is calculated.
Almost there.
Almost there.
Scratch, scratch, scratch…
Scratch, scratch, scratch…
The draft paper on the desk was quickly filled, with only a small blank corner left where the final equation was extremely concise, and the next step could calculate the number.
Einstein was breathing rapidly.
He widened his eyes, in disbelief.
“Whole number?”
Although the specific answer had not been written down, he had already calculated in his heart that the final number of the universe constant… turned out to be an integer!
“No, this is impossible!”
He was momentarily flustered and bewildered.
According to his original hypothesis, the universe constant should be an infinitesimal, so tiny it’s negligible even on the scale of the Milky Way Galaxy.
It should be so minute as to infinitely approach zero!
But why…
Is it actually an integer?
“Could it be a miscalculation?”
Einstein shook his head, instantly dismissing this notion.
Everything went so smoothly, as if it was meant to be like this, how could it be wrong?
Even if it went against common sense.
But mathematics is absolute like that, this answer could not possibly be wrong!
Clatter.
Einstein threw away the sheet filled with deduction steps, taking a deep breath while facing the blank piece of paper below.
Lifted his pen.
The nib touched the surface of the paper.
With two scratches, he wrote down the final number of the universe constant—
[42]!
Buzzzzz~~~~~~~~~~
Just the moment the pen tip left the paper, the space behind Einstein suddenly began to undulate; as if a stone had been thrown into the water, it became distorted, rippling, tearing, accompanied by a sharp, ultra-frequency buzzing!
The next second.
Two apple-sized blue electric spheres, crackling with intense sparks, floated out of the fissure, and the deep blue light dyed the entire room!
Einstein sensed something was wrong behind him, and turned around abruptly!
However…
It was too late.
One of the blue electric spheres leapt onto Einstein’s chest with thunder speed, silently merging inside.
Boom…
Einstein felt a singularity exploding in his brain, white light engulfing everything, and all he saw was void; in an instant, his brain went silent, his limbs went numb, his eyes rolled up, losing consciousness.
Thud!
He fell back into the chair, his head hitting the desktop, striking on the draft paper with the number [42]… passing out, unconscious.
While the other blue electric sphere showed no sign of stopping.
It seemed to chase a predetermined target, flickering and leaping straight out of the house, heading directly for the eastern sky—
…
At the same time.
On the rooftop of the Williamsburg Savings Bank Clock Tower, Lin Xian leaned against the railing, making eye contact with CC, who was just a step away.
Below, at an angle where neither could see.
The massive clock of the clock tower was ticking, the hour hand struggling toward the 1 o’clock position, the minute hand just crossing the number 8, while the second hand dutifully circled around tirelessly.
On the open platform above the clock, a gust of winter wind blew, lifting the hems of Lin Xian’s and CC’s clothing.
“You lied to me?”
Lin Xian blinked:
“About what?”
CC, with hands behind his back, seemed a bit awkward:
“Do you still remember… the first time we met, when you stole that little black kid’s newspaper and asked me to pay for it, but I had no money either, so we both ran away together?”
Lin Xian nodded:
“Of course I remember, that was when I just came to Brooklyn, unfamiliar with the place, so I stole that little black kid’s newspaper to check things out.”
“But we resolved that a long time ago, didn’t we? Later, after making money at the balloon shooting stall, we immediately found him and gave him the newspaper money, and even gave him extra, he seemed quite happy.”
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