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"Indeed, that bit of work carries some difficulty, but for us, it's hardly worth mentioning."
Big Herta lifted her chin proudly. "Resonating with every star across the universe is no different in essence from resonating with a single star."
"The real difficulty lies in the boundless vastness of the universe, in the terrifying number of stars, and in the barriers formed by Imaginary Energy between galaxies. Replicating the device used to resonate with a single star into an array, minimizing its volume as much as possible, and breaking through the Imaginary energy barriers between galaxies—that is the crux of the engineering."
"From arrays of tens of billions to hundreds of billions of Stellar Resonators, to finally consolidating them into a single Ultimate Resonator—the technological content is pitifully low. It's all repetitive labor, and the computational power consumed is an astronomical figure!"
"If this weren't your request, I wouldn't even spare a glance at this garbage project! Compared to that, the nature of the Light of Hope—and your liquid—are far more worthy of research."
She didn't understand. She truly couldn't comprehend it.
To mobilize all stars and obtain the majority of the universe's mass, thereby representing the universe's existence and proving the existence of an Aeon.
The theory held up. The entire process even sounded smooth. Yet after running countless simulations, she couldn't find the slightest connection.
1+1=2 was correct. She understood the 1+1, and she had a rough outline of the 2—but where was Sol's equals sign?
Even the so-called Light of Hope plan Sol spoke of seemed to lose its uniqueness once separated from Sol himself.
Researching stellar resonance was foul and interminable—a brutal stacking devoid of any aesthetic beauty.
Even if they discovered a marvelous law capable of simultaneously resonating with tens of millions of stars, to resonate with all the stars in the universe would still require repeating that stacking a billion times, turning that beautiful law into something dull and ugly.
Such tedious research, devoid of beauty, revealed no node where a qualitative change could give birth to an Aeon.
In comparison, the liquid that had caused her evolution—and that light with its peculiar properties—gave her far greater motivation to study.
But stellar resonance was Sol's requirement, repeatedly confirmed as an auxiliary device for ascending to Aeonhood. So, she could only endure the nauseating tedium.
"Well then, my apologies."
Sol caught the undisguised disdain in Big Herta's tone and consoled her. "But after the dull waiting, the most resplendent flower will bloom."
"If we can personally shape an Aeon, I imagine a little boredom would instead become a memory worth cherishing."
Hearing that long string of difficulties and monotony made even him want to call the police.
The consumption of computational power, the torment on the brain—it was absolutely top-tier.
The Stellar Resonator was a project that could absolutely be realized, and the technical hurdles could be overcome. But the process would be long, tedious, and utterly devoid of accomplishment.
Fortunately, he had the foresight to outsource the project to Big Herta.
Otherwise, if he had stayed behind to grind through it himself, forget flirting with Acheron and Black Swan—he'd probably end up mentally castrated by the time it was done.
"And you're using that line to fool me again. Can't you come up with a different carrot to dangle?"
Big Herta curled her lips in dissatisfaction.
When he coaxed her into bed for "academic exchange," he used that line. Now that he wanted her to work harder, he used it again.
They were already spiritual partners—couldn't he at least show a little sincerity!?
Clearly a scoundrel, yet he didn't even know to offer her some research material she actually liked.
Sol replied confidently, "What matters isn't whether the carrot is new, but whether it works. Tell me—doesn't it smell sweet?"
"Sweet, sweet~"
Big Herta sighed helplessly.
What could she do? She couldn't control herself.
The temptation of personally shaping an Aeon was simply too great.
Sol's expression turned solemn, filled with admiration. "I knew Miss Herta is unparalleled in the world. This bit of tedium is nothing more than a touch of frost!"
"I'll head to Herta Space Station tomorrow and properly pay my respects to the peerless Miss Herta!"
He really did need to pay her a proper visit.
Not only for the sake of their profound friendship, but also for scientific research.
Last time, he had accidentally damaged one of Miss Herta's stockings. He ought to apologize in person and help her put on a new pair himself.
If Miss Herta's mood soured and affected the research progress, that would be most inappropriate.
"Mm, that's more like it."
Big Herta nodded in satisfaction and said directly, "Eat more before you come. Build up your strength."
She felt she needed reinforcement.
As her most in-depth partner, this was Sol's obligation.
With work this tedious, appropriate relaxation was necessary.
Before, they didn't have the conditions. Now that they did, it would be a waste not to use them.
Besides, that playboy produced something every day—if she didn't take it, it would just benefit someone else.
After thinking for a moment, Big Herta sent Sol a link.
[Stellar Gift Set] [Price: 19.99 billion Credits. Interstellar luxury.]
It looked decent on the model.
With Sol's physique, it should suit her taste even better.
"Hey, hey, hey, isn't this a bit off?"
Sol felt somewhat insulted.
"What's off about it?" Big Herta said irritably. "Last time you put me in a maid outfit, I didn't say a word. Now I pick out an outfit for you, and you have objections?"
"I've written papers on equality movements on The Blue. Want me to give you a lecture?"
"I've already paid. The delivery will arrive soon. Wear it tomorrow."
Between people, there must be mutual respect.
She liked Sol wearing in her outfit. Was there anything wrong with that?
Of course not. It was perfectly normal.
But since Sol wore what she liked, she would wear something he liked too.
After a moment's thought, she snapped a photo of her legs and sent it over with the caption [Mutual Respect].
"Alright then."
In principle, Sol was a bit of a macho who liked to take the initiative. "There's a slight snag in your stockings. I'll fix them for you tomorrow."
But he was a reasonable man. Big Herta made such compelling arguments—it was only fair he listened.
"Hm?"
Big Herta lifted her leg in confusion.
Could the clothes she produced herself have snags?
Unless they were violently torn, they wouldn't be damaged.
In truth, she had only learned that black stockings could be damaged during her last meeting with Sol.
After examining them carefully and finding nothing, she let it go.
At worst, she'd change into an entire new set and have Little Herta make it again. If there were quality issues next time, she'd dock Little Herta's performance score.
"Oh, right, Sol. When you come tomorrow, bring that new little girlfriend you made at the company," Big Herta said teasingly. "Any one will do. Jade and Topaz are both outstanding employees of the Interastral Peace Corporation."
"Your research is extremely costly. They should transfer the company's compensation resources to the space station as soon as possible."
"Mm, and one more thing. A few of the other geniuses want to meet you. If you don't want to, you can refuse."
The others didn't matter much—but personally, she wasn't keen on Sol meeting Ruan Mei.
That old friend with an acute perception of life had already noticed her changes and taken considerable interest.
If Sol were targeted, she would be in a difficult position.
Still, Ruan Mei was her friend, and she would be of great assistance to Sol's project. It was better to let Sol decide whether to meet her.
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