"This may... may be so kind of fossil energy."
"Fossil energy?"
Lille raised an eyebrow. Generally speaking, the highest grade fossil fuels were used in aerospace, where the data was relatively easier to query.
Dr. Otto nodded, showing that he was quite surprised as well.
"Strictly speaking... actually, I can’t guarantee it, but the main components in the residue have an extrely high carbon-hydrogen ratio, and there are many hydrocarbon compounds."
"Just these characteristics?"
These characteristics seed too few.
If it were a fossil energy, one should also be able to observe sulfur and nitrogen compounds, as well as so tals that exist as trace elents, such as nickel and vanadium.
Under the observation of infrared spectroscopy and Raman spectroscopy, one could observe its molecular structure. At specific wavelengths, the absorption peaks would also resemble those of known fossil energies.
Dr. Otto nodded again, looking sowhat troubled as he spoke, "Actually... it’s also difficult to find these hydrocarbon compounds in other papers.
They are like completely new compounds, complicated, and they contain very high energy.
The results of the spectral analysis are even stranger; take a look for yourself."
All sorts of spectral experints showed that the absorption peaks of these fuels... to be precise, most wavelengths corresponded to the absorption peaks of other fossil energies.
If this material were to appear before us, it should be so black that it would be outrageous.
New compounds aren’t difficult to understand; Cyberpunk World’s Alcohol 2 is a product that considerably deviates from modern chemistry.
Although Alcohol 2 has the sa chemical formula as ethanol, it can produce energy far surpassing that of ethanol fuel under specific catalysts and additives, even more powerful than traditional fossil fuels.
The high-performance Alcohol 2 fuels can also be used in rockets, and the Cyberpunk World has already relied on these fuels to establish settlents in space.
But the results of that spectral experint were a bit odd...
Because within a small wavelength range, light of this wavelength passed through the material and was completely undetected, at least below the systematic error, ±0.002 absorption units.
This result...
Lille looked up at Dr. Otto and saw that the doctor’s expression was also very grave.
If this material really absorbed light at this wavelength completely...
That would an it could almost be considered a black body at this wavelength!
That’s impossible!
"This is impossible," said Dr. Otto, voicing Lille’s thoughts, "but we’ve changed instrunts, even locations, to analyze it.
I guess this is the basis for its unscientific performance. By estimation, its energy density has already far exceeded that of hydrogen fuels, and I guess...
Only nuclear fuels could surpass it in this field."
Lille remained silent, quietly looking at all the detection results.
The fuel in the Vulture Battle Suit was only what was left behind, the prir extracted from the Death Warrior’s bullets was clearer, but the amount of this prir was only slightly more than that in the fuel.
Spectral analysis showed that this substance absorbed a wider range of wavelengths, and its energy density should also be higher.
Perhaps this suggested that the technology of the creator was improving.
Dr. Otto continued saying, "This thing is complex, apart from its exaggerated performances, we know nothing about it, and reverse engineering is impossible."
Lille stood up from in front of the screen, sighing.
"...But in my vision, the energy field is the next domain we must conquer."
Bang, bang.
In the adjacent lab, a small wind tunnel device was in operation; Dr. Tums was still experinting with a turbofan component.
Hearing this, he suddenly ca over to the glass and knocked on it. He spoke through the glass, his voice carried by the loudspeaker.
"If it were anyone else saying this, I’d definitely knock on his head, but you, kid—I think you’re right!
I now understand why those guys at the Pentagon are so persistent. Find another approach, and give them a good slap in the face!"
Dr. Tums was no fool.
Fossil fuels and waging oil wars always had to be connected.
The fuel that Osborne Group disclosed must have co from soone else, and whoever that was, they were surely linked to this oil war.
After Dr. Tums finished speaking, he returned to the workbench and continued testing new components.
Lille chuckled and re-engaged in the conversation with Dr. Otto.
"Dr. Tums is right," he said.
"Then I guess we only have one option left," Dr. Otto replied.
Lille nodded slightly, his mind quickly racing through a series of potential events and future plans.
"Indeed, there aren’t many choices, but... prepare for a trip to Africa. Solar energy is also considered nuclear energy; we’ll start by figuring out solar power."
Dr. Otto was taken aback, baffled by Lille’s remark.
This choice should have been about nuclear power, so why the sudden shift to solar energy in Africa?
Boom!
Suddenly, a loud noise erupted from the wind tunnel laboratory next door, and Dr. Tums looked at the small, smoke-emitting wind tunnel with a dark expression.
"Lille! This wind tunnel is rubbish! I need a bigger one!"
"That can be arranged," Lille nodded, "We’ll invest in one for you in Africa."
[Little Octopus: Big brother, Mr. Custer is ready.]
After giving a few instructions to the two doctors, Lille headed to the prosthetics lab next door.
The combat footage that Frank got from his comrade in Ghana was enough to strike a heavy blow against the arms dealers in Congress.
Arriving at the lab, Frank had already removed his exoskeleton and was now wearing a more standard auxiliary prosthetic limb.
Ghana stood next to him, appearing very alert, as if he felt that Frank had rely moved from serving one powerful person to another.
All they did was use them for their own objectives.
But Frank was enthusiastic; for him, who he worked for depended on who offered a better life, or even survival, for him and his family.
Moreover, Lille had promised to provide free prosthetics for those retired veterans who had lost their limbs after this operation.
Next to Frank stood a man with a scruffy beard, who Lille would have mistaken for a holess person if he had seen him on the street.
This man looked at Lille as if he were looking at a savior.
"Boss!"
"Looking good," Lille patted Frank on the back, which was sowhat awkward as Frank was taller, so he turned to the scruffy man, "And who’s this?"
The disheveled man spoke excitedly: "I’m David Lieberman! I... I... I used to work at the NSA, NSA analyst, I..."
Frank patted Lieberman on the shoulder and said to Lille, "Boss, this case is big, we have many witnesses, the evidence is solid."
Lille looked at the confident Frank, but his mind was elsewhere.
Why does the Marvel World also have a David?
He was about to speak when his phone in his pocket rang. Picking it up, he saw it was the Governor calling.
This scene reminded Boriman of the ti his boss had received a call.
Back then, he was also full of confidence, believing they were onto a huge scoop, only to find out it led to the CIA.
Then, the leaders of the NSA and the CIA were of the sa ilk. He had to fake his death, live in exile, waiting for the day the truth would be revealed so he could go ho with his head held high, tell his wife and children that he wasn’t a traitor...
This familiar scene set off his PTSD, and sweat began to form on his forehead.
But Lille simply hung up the phone and said to them, "With evidence, with confidence, what in the world could stop us from spreading the truth?
Prepare for the trial. The whole world will know the outco."
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