Superman of the American Comics

"Can you get dressed before that?"

Seeing Howard's impatient look, Luke glanced at the open robe, which was empty and almost at a glance.

I'm going to have Malina wash my eyes again tonight.

He thought so.

"It doesn't matter! Einstein can still give lectures at MIT even in his pajamas. The light of wisdom is far more important than the cloak that covers the body."

Howard's state is very excited. I don't know whether it's because he just finished morning exercise or he wants to show off his latest achievements to Luke.

"I finally know why those French literati like to visit brothels. You just slept with women and talked so bitterly. If you sleep more, wouldn't you be Shakespeare?"

Luke mocked, but did not refuse Howard's invitation.

This holiday manor in the west of Long Island has prepared a basic underground laboratory because it often comes.

Howard doesn't need money anyway. It can always come in handy when this guy has a lot of inspiration or is eager to carry out a research.

Moreover, according to him, sometimes the brain is blank, and it will bring the women here.

While looking at those complex calculation formulas, it is easier to stimulate thinking and burst into sparks by carrying out some fierce movement.

For this obscene statement, Luke said he didn't even believe a punctuation mark.

"Haven't you thought about tidying up?"

He asked as he entered the underground laboratory.

Compared with his son's high-tech private laboratory full of future style, the workplace of iron man's father is much simpler.

A long metal oval table with all kinds of calculation papers and all kinds of tools in a mess.

Four leftover pizza boxes, five or six cups of fat house happy water, and a lot of coffee.

From the smelly garbage, we can know that Howard may not have lied. He really stays at home in the laboratory these days.

"Only in this messy state can I find the tools I want to use. If I clean them up and put them in order, I may not be able to work normally."

Howard waved his hand. It was a personal habit. Jarvis, the housekeeper who came to look after him occasionally, had long been used to it.

Behind him are two stretchable simple whiteboards, densely written with a large number of formulas, which involve enough knowledge to make people dizzy.

Luke glanced and asked curiously, "are you going to use palladium as the energy core?"

"You actually understand? Well, it's not surprising that any incredible thing that happens to Superman seems so normal."

Howard said with an affected expression, and then continued: "I participated in the Manhattan project before. Oppenheimer studied nuclear fission and released terrible energy by chain reaction."

"Although I am an arms dealer, I am not interested in uncontrollable lethal weapons, and there are enough talents in that field. There is no need to squeeze in one."

"So you focused on nuclear fusion?"

Luke took over and picked up a scribbled design drawing.

In terms of thinking, it has been the prototype of Tokamak thermonuclear fusion reactor.

In appearance, it's a bit like the big guy in Stark's industrial weapons R & D department.

Iron Man Tony Stark, inspired by it, developed a reduced version of the ark reactor.

"That's right! The fuel used for nuclear fusion energy is deuterium and tritium, and deuterium is abundant in seawater. There is about one deuterium atom in every 6500 hydrogen atoms, and the total amount of deuterium in seawater is about 45 trillion tons."

Howard snapped his fingers and had a chat object who could understand what he said. It was the best thing in the world.

"The deuterium contained in each liter of seawater is completely fused, and the fusion energy released is equivalent to the energy of 300 liters of gasoline fuel. Calculated according to the energy consumed in the world, the fusion energy of deuterium in seawater can be used for tens of billions of years. Therefore, as long as I solve the problem of nuclear fusion, I will solve the problem of world energy!"

Luke, who kept up with the rhythm, nodded and said with a smile: "even the Atlanteans who are marine civilization have not overcome the technical difficulties. Where do you come from?"

The reaction and technical requirements of nuclear fusion technology are very high, and controllable nuclear fusion is even more troublesome.

Of course, this is only for the real world where Luke once lived.

Marvel Universe has no scientific barrier at all. As long as a genius has an idea, he will soon be able to produce products close to black technology.

One of the representatives is Mr. magic reed Richards.

"Because I'm a genius of the stark family."

Howard touched his moustache and said proudly.

"Say something serious."

Luke gave each other a blank look. Narcissism and genius are really Stark's family inheritance.

"Well, after flying the Nautilus back to New York from the Atlantic Ocean, I began to try all kinds of energy releasing cores."

Howard coughed twice and said seriously, "maybe it's the Enlightenment of God. I found palladium. It's the No. 46 chemical element. The elemental is metal and has excellent catalytic performance."

"I electrolyzed heavy water with palladium and observed abnormally high energy output, and measured neutron and tritium output."

"What does this mean? If I use palladium as the energy core to create a large annular vacuum chamber, wrap a coil around the outside, push it by electric current, generate a huge spiral magnetic field inside, and then heat the plasma to a high temperature - the effect of nuclear fusion can be achieved."

Howard danced with excitement. It was an amazing discovery for him and an exciting breakthrough research for the world.

"The details need to be considered. For example, stability, energy loss, and how to apply... These are issues that can not be ignored."

Luke thought for a moment and gave an answer.

Howard is really a genius worthy of his name. He easily conquered a major cross era difficulty.

"You're right. I just made a general framework. There's still a lot to fill in."

After excitement, Howard finally returned to calm thinking.

"Doesn't the U.S. military have a 'paper clip program'? What do you think of the fact that the s.h.i.e.l.l.d. has recruited so many German scientists and found a few relevant people in nuclear physics to form a team?"

"There's no problem with this. But the Soviet Union vigorously developed the nuclear industry and took away a group of people first. You may not see the remaining... Elites."

Luke shrugged. He knew Howard was demanding of researchers.

The whole s.h.i.e.l.l.d., at this stage, only Bolivar Tesla and Dr. Zola are in Howard's eye.

"Wait, I have a good candidate! Last time at the celebration party of the Atomic Energy Commission, I met a... Soviet scientist."

Howard frowned and tried to recall: "his name is... Anton Vanke! I heard he defected from the Soviet Union and once presided over important projects."

"We talked about the research on nuclear fission and fusion. He is barely a junior member of the Genius Club and may be a good helper."

Luke blinked. The feud between stark and Anton's family began?

"OK, I'll go to the important person of the Atomic Energy Commission."

He nodded and agreed. After a pause, he asked meaningfully, "Howard, have you ever thought about reducing the reactor as the core energy of a weapon?"

"For example?"

"Like... Power armor."