Activating the Omniscient System, I'm doomed!

The following morning.

Luo Yi woke up naturally after a good night's sleep, turned on his computer, checked his email, and was quite surprised:

"More than ten hours have passed, and the Aerospace Academy still hasn't responded?"

Logically speaking, with such an impressive plan, the other party should at least send an email every hour to urge them to comply.

Luo Yi invoked the Omniscient System to inquire about the situation, and after seeing the results, he was both amused and exasperated.

"Nobody understood it; it was deleted as spam."

Didn't they already provide detailed annotations? How can you not understand this?

Luo Yi scrolled through the virtual interface in front of him, finding a review of yesterday's issues.

The key point was quickly found.

His problem is that he habitually uses "myself" as the standard, and when the omniscient system provides annotations, he subconsciously demands annotations based on his own mental capacity.

"Please provide detailed annotations to this Mars sampling plan, tailored to the intelligence level of the email recipient?"

This issue is expected to take 62 seconds.

The question regarding "detailed annotations on Mars sampling..." has been resolved.

[Special Note: The amount of knowledge data in this annotation is enormous, estimated at 109.35 billion characters, and will consume at least 10 mental energy points.]

[Orbital Technology Note: In traditional technology, the optimal transfer window between Earth and Mars only appears once every 26 months, which is the launch opportunity. Current orbital optimization abandons the Hohmann transfer, adopting a direct flight + continuous acceleration approach, allowing launch at any time regardless of the Earth-Mars phase window, and using sustained high thrust to increase the speed from 30 kilometers per second (Earth's orbital speed) to 48 kilometers per second. The specific implementation method is as follows…]

"stop."

Luo Yi quickly interrupted.

Although his mental strength is 17, which is enough to sustain him.

Even reading through such a massive amount of information would take half a year, even if one could only skim through it.

"Please provide detailed annotations for the cruise speed optimization section of this Mars sampling plan, tailored to the intelligence level of the email recipient?"

This issue is expected to take 17 seconds.

The issue regarding "Mars cruise speed optimization annotations..." has been resolved.

[Before reading the annotations, you must discard your existing knowledge and conclusions, completely abandon the "chemical rocket" acceleration scheme, and adopt "hard acceleration" with "high-energy propulsion throughout the entire process."]

Given the current global situation, the optimal solution is nuclear thermal propulsion. The principle is to heat hydrogen gas to over 2000 degrees Celsius using a nuclear reactor, ejecting it at high speed and maintaining continuous propulsion to gradually increase the speed to 40 to 50 kilometers per second…

The specific implementation method is as follows: First, the ultra-high temperature materials such as the reactor core and nozzles need to be stretched to their limits through... process... Then, the shielding (neutron/gamma radiation protection) specifications are optimized as follows...

"It's just a comment for optimizing cruising speed, yet it's already 13 characters long..."

Seeing the dense text, Luo Yi truly felt the technical difficulty of Mars sampling.

Fortunately, these texts can be extracted directly, otherwise it would be much more difficult.

He stared at the virtual interface, grasped the annotations, and then turned to stare at the laptop on the table.

A Word document pops up, and 13 characters are automatically pasted into it.

Unfortunately, the layout is messed up.

Luo Yi muttered a complaint to himself, then deleted characters like "current world" in batches. After coming up with a suitable excuse, he sent the file back to the Aerospace Academy's email address.

"There is one more attachment that I forgot to send. Please read it and reply as soon as possible, regardless of the outcome."

……

Aerospace Research Base.

After finishing the technical discussion meeting, Dean Sun returned to his private office and saw a pop-up window appear in the lower right corner of his desktop: You have a new email.

"Who leaked my email address? I've been receiving emails all the time these past few days."

As he spoke, he opened the email and saw that it was yesterday's attachment. He instinctively reached for the recycle bin.

After thinking about it, I felt it wasn't quite appropriate. If someone caught me doing something wrong and posted it on the internet, the aerospace institute would probably be torn to shreds by netizens.

Upon receiving the attachment, I glanced at it briefly and was about to make up an excuse when my pupils contracted.

"Eh..."

Although he only glanced at a few lines, he still noticed some professional knowledge points and keywords.

Dean Sun then pulled out a chair and sat down. He was naturally willing to take a look at the documents provided by professionals, so as to gather opinions from all sides.

"Wow! It actually seems feasible!"

The further he looked down, the more serious his expression became, and he deliberately suppressed his breathing.

In the quiet office, only the clock ticked away.

Knock knock~!

"Dean, the meeting minutes have been prepared..."

The young assistant at the door knocked, breaking the silence.

Dean Sun looked up and glared, intending to reprimand him, but then he noticed that an hour had passed on the clock on the wall, and realized that he had been looking at it for a long time.

"Xiao He, go and call all the chief engineers for the Mars sampling project to the conference room."

Before long, the chief engineers of each stage arrived.

Everyone's face was filled with confusion, thinking, "Didn't the meeting just end?"

Dean Sun was the last to push open the door and enter. Although he tried his best to suppress his facial expression, he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

"I just received a document about cruise speed optimization technology. Let's take a look together."

As soon as he finished speaking, he opened a document.

The dozen or so chief engineers present initially looked puzzled, but soon stood up one after another and walked to the conference screen to take a closer look.

Dean Sun broke the silence after only fifty minutes: "Engineer Lin, tell me, is this technical optimization plan feasible?"

"Of course it's possible!"

Engineer Lin's neck turned red with excitement. "They even provided detailed instructions for every single screw! Who provided this? Could it be from Beizhou...?"

Dean Sun replied, "It's that private company from yesterday. Didn't you say you couldn't understand it?"

"Huh? How is that possible! The annotations provided by that company yesterday were complete scribbles, not even in the same league as this document today!"

Dean Sun gave a wry smile. He had been both surprised and confused, but he quickly figured it out and said, "Today's document on cruise speed increase is just a part of yesterday's plan; we just don't understand it."

Several chief engineers in the conference room had also thought of this, and now that they heard the dean say the same thing, they were all extremely shocked.

"Even we don't understand this kind of private company!"

"Judging from his cruise acceleration plan, the other party is at least one of the top aerospace teams in the world!"

"Could he really manage to reduce the Mars sampling time to 100 days??"

"Dean Sun, what conditions did they propose? Reply to them quickly, and have them annotate yesterday's proposal according to today's format as well."

After reviewing the document, Dean Sun sent three emails in quick succession because he had deleted yesterday's proposal and wanted the other party to send it again.

"His conditions weren't much; he just wanted some soil and minerals after the Mars sampling was completed."

A bald chief engineer laughed and said, "That's certainly not a problem. We can give him half if we collect more."

Dean Sun continued, "As for the annotations for the entire plan, they say the amount of information is too large, estimated to be over 10 billion characters. Even if we were given them, we wouldn't be able to finish reading them in a short time."

"Annotations totaling over ten billion characters?"

There was a gasp in the meeting room, and after glancing at the word count of the document on the meeting screen, they had no choice but to believe it.

The cruise acceleration alone has 130,000 characters, not to mention the ascent mission to Mars.

"We have to bring the file over no matter how big it is, otherwise we won't be able to understand the plan and won't be able to operate it."

Dean Sun clicked the mouse a few times to switch to the other party's reply interface. "His meaning is that he will explain to us on the spot and give a pure technical sharing."

"It would be better if someone could explain it to me, that's perfectly fine."

Dean Sun nodded. "I have already submitted an application to my superiors to allow all aerospace scientists to go out and gather in one place. It's too dangerous and must be reported."

"Weren't we supposed to choose the location? Why don't we just have them come to the space base?"

Dean Sun shook his head, "There are too many secrets here, it's best not to let outsiders in."

Upon hearing this, the chief engineer in the conference room began to offer his advice:

"Dean, the other party has provided us with such important documents. What's the harm in coming here? At worst, we can just avoid entering the classified building area."

"Yes, if the 100-day sampling method is truly feasible, then the other party will be the greatest contributor, a distinguished guest of our aerospace institute, and will be recorded in history!"

"We can't let them sell the plan overseas. If North Continent completes sampling in 100 days, our losses will be enormous..."

Dean Sun's expression gradually became serious. He also felt that the suggestion made sense, so he quickly submitted it to his superiors and waited for their approval.

Less than ten minutes later, the leader called and, after listening to the detailed report, approved the application.

Dean Sun opened the email again, thought for a moment, then asked the technical department to customize an invitation letter, stamped it with the official seal of the Aerospace Academy, and finally sent it out officially.