The solar system is broken

The writer finally misunderstood.

Not everyone will choose to be vulnerable in the name of love. At least Lin Ying is not such a woman.

Damn the female scientist stereotype.

"Yuan, he is not a circle." Even the theory of relativity can't save it.

Speaking of Einstein's theory of relativity, most people are actually familiar with it.

An apple falls. Newton gave an explanation of gravity, but for Einstein, there is no gravity, just a kind of bending.

Explaining this bending is very abstract, but we can make analogies.

Let's assume a two-dimensional space, a one-dimensional apple hovering above the one-dimensional earth, and time as a non-stop amount of light moving toward the positive x-axis.

Then the apple and the earth will always move in parallel as time goes by, so if you look at the apple on a one-dimensional earth, it will always be above your head and never fall down.

When we upgrade this to a spherical two-dimensional object.

If the earth is flat, when time passes, the hovering apple has no other movement speed and still maintains the direction of movement of time.

But the key is that the parallel lines of the earth become geodesics, and the parallel lines of the curved surfaces not only intersect but also move away.

At this time, the apple appears to be moving geodesically to people on the earth, and since humans and the earth are moving in the same time, then the apple will fall if the x-axis movement speed is removed, which is the so-called free fall.

As for why this apple is accelerating, the secret lies in the accelerated contraction speed of the surface geodesic.

The same goes for expanding to four dimensions, but this is unimaginable by the human brain.

But it is not difficult to understand that this space must also be shrinking.

The American satellite selected a supermassive star in space and measured the details of the theory of relativity.

The experiment is very simple. It is to remove the direction of time movement, draw the absolutely stationary path of the particle, and then obtain its space-time curvature.

But the curvature of the particles produced for comparison is a circle. What’s even more frightening is that the pi is still wrong.

The American soldiers were convinced that the light was shining, and they were confused for a while.

Is it a mathematical problem of our ancestors or a theoretical problem of our ancestors?

The writer curled his lips and said, "American people's problem, why are you Chinese so excited?"

Lin Ying whispered, "If there is a problem with pi, it is a trivial matter. If it is a problem with particles..."

The wind blew in through the cracks, and Lin Ying shivered.

This world is very different.

To put it aside, particle collision is basically useless.

Maybe even super-water cosmic sources will have to kneel down.

If this is done, the world of physics will be severely handicapped!

The writer touched his nose, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Humanity?! Oh, what a great word, an arrogance in the name of a species.

The writer doesn't think there is any special significance in saving a race. If the world is dominated by a force, then elimination and promotion will all follow an objective law.

Looking at humans from the perspective of the universe, humans are nothing but parasites living on this planet.

So what do those great men who have made outstanding contributions to their tribe count in the objective face of the universe?

Cone of light, what a beautiful and wonderful lingering, but it's a pity that it's all fate.

(Light cone: The surface in space-time on which the possible directions of light through a given event are marked.)

(A simple analogy is that a candle emits light in a directional manner, and the light spreads radially. This cone is called a light cone, but its concept is a time path.)

"Do you believe in philosophy?"

"I don't believe it."

Lin Ying doesn't trust philosophy very much. In fact, she thinks philosophy has killed too much theoretical science.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand that the soil of philosophy lies in the natural sciences and humanities.

And philosophy guiding science is sometimes like kissing your own mouth with your own mouth.

However, philosophy is incomparable to science, at least in its treatment of people. It pursues the value of life and gives people the courage to live.

Picking up the blackboard eraser, the writer gently and slowly erased the writing.

The peeling chalk dust scattered into the air, showing the light a special path.

It is an air suspension, and this phenomenon is called the Tyndall effect.

"Look away. Didn't the earth explode?"

The writer clapped his hands. He had not been in contact with chalk dust for nearly ten years, but he missed the choking smell.

Lin Ying stood up, her face flushed with beauty.

With a crunch, the huge lump knocked over the corner of the table, and he rubbed it aggrievedly.

"Come on, the earth is dying."

The writer paused, he knew about this, it originated from the flying star.

"Death~" The writer sighed and threw the blackboard eraser on the table.

Bang!

The eraser jumped a square, printing a white square on the desktop, drawn intermittently with chalk gray.

People still cannot remain calm when faced with the issue of ending. Death is like a unique song of departure, so euphemistic but unstoppable.

The writer is lonely and feels melancholy.

Due to genetic diseases, most of the Jiang family members will not live past the age of 40.

A genius like Jiang disappeared from this world at the age of only 35, and the writer's mother also followed him.

The writer often feels this feeling of death, like an irreversible torrent blowing his paper-like life. The slanting sun illuminates his body.

But that was not the purification of the writer's soul. On the contrary, he felt a bone-chilling cold. He had not yet figured out how to face death.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. He wanted to scream, but no words came out.

The writer didn't think of a way to clear Lin Ying, but instead made himself depressed first.

"What do you want from me?"

Lin Ying supported the table, pointed at the writer in confusion, and then lowered her hand.

The writer came back from his endless wandering. "Sorry."

He straightened his collar, stroked his chest, took a deep breath, and looked squarely at the half-drunk woman.

"Hiccup."

"You said you know things about South America?" The writer still didn't ask her if she knew her sister.

South America has been a high-frequency word in recent years. First, there was the accumulation of biology tycoons, then South American countries revised the terms of neuro-controlled games, and then there were repeated waves of protests against the construction of spaceports.

From coast to coast, the situation throughout South America is very turbulent.

Others may not know it, but writers who have been to South America are actually very worried about Jiang Che's work.

"You want to ask that crazy physicist? Giggling~" giggled.

Jiang Che has many nicknames in the physics community.

For example, she is a madman, or she is a physicist with the highest combat effectiveness, and most people call her the female Hemingway.

From these nicknames, it is easy to see that Jiang Che is not a normal person.

The writer touched his nose, now I feel like you are more of a lunatic than my sister.

"Um."

Lin Ying felt a burst of heat and pulled off her white coat. Inside was a brown long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

Although the entire outfit is not revealing, her amazing figure is fully exposed.

It looks very soft.

"I've seen her, about..." pointing at the writer, "she looks like you."

The writer was stunned and had not thought about this problem.

There is actually a big gap between the two siblings. The writer has more Mongoloid characteristics, while Jiang Che has more European characteristics.

However, the two people's faces are still the same, they just changed their hairstyles. It's no wonder that they called each other by the wrong name when they first met.

"So what do you know?"