Will the out-of-control servitor meet the cosmic cat?

In fact, she didn't know the specific reason why the alliance was hostile to her until recently. Before that, she just guessed that it might have something to do with her extreme intelligence blockade against the cubs.

However, Hong doesn't care.

Whether they can communicate peacefully depends on whether the foreign races are willing or not. They want to coexist peacefully, so Hong naturally enjoys it. If she wants to do it, she doesn't mind directly teaching the fleet to be a human.

But it was also because of this that Hong was a little confused about the "gift-giving" of the Federation in private.

"Who do they think I am?"

She looked at the list submitted by the Federation with some dumbfounding.

"Two Jeffery cubs, this..."

Yes, in addition to the usual diplomatic gifts, there are two cubs in it.

Although on the surface it bears the title of "studying abroad", judging from the indefinite expiry date in the small row of notes at the back, it clearly tells her that this is a gift to "follow what she likes".

"I don't know what kind of thinking these people are thinking, they would come up with such a strange thing."

Hillary sighed.

"So, do you accept it?"

"Of course I refused."

She rejected the proposal without hesitation, and was not tempted by the beauty at all.

After all, any fan can imagine that if they agree to such a "marriage" proposal, a certain cub will definitely be unhappy.

Her own cubs and wild cubs, she must choose her own - she is not so fraternal, she accepts all kinds of weird people.

Rather, she no longer plans to take any cubs from outside. The current siblings are very pure, without impurities, so there is no need to increase the risk.

"Is it still hidden from the Alliance?" Xi'er was a little worried about the Alliance's opinion, "Won't it make them think too much?"

"That's not it."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Let them choose a delegation and visit the dungeon under the premise of ensuring safety."

Hong explained.

"But didn't you disagree before?" Xi'er's voice was full of doubts, "Isn't Fasati making that strange guess because you kept preventing them from seeing us?"

"After deduction, I found that it is beneficial and harmless to disclose a little information appropriately."

Red admitted.

After thinking about it for a period of time, she also discovered that for organisms, completely blocking news is not the safest, and appropriately disclosing a little irrelevant information can actually help peace.

At least, it can prevent these brain-opening aliens from making strange conjectures that they think are correct but are actually stupid.

Thanks to them, they could come up with an "Iron Heart Destroyer" in the cloak of an "out-of-control mechanical servant".

"Otherwise, I won't reveal your existence to Bai and the others."

"Too."

She shook her ears.

Volume 52 Cats and Space: Chapter [-] Advanced and Backward

It can be seen that the alliance really wants to know the "truth" that Hong has been hiding all along.

In less than five days, the alliance organized a delegation composed of experts from the three countries. After careful security checks, they arrived at this planet full of mysteries by taking an orbital skyhook.

Since the previous skyhooks did not have passenger transport needs, naturally there was no passenger cabin, so the delegation had to spend more than four hours in the dark cargo hold before successfully reaching the surface.

"Command, we have successfully landed."

"Yes, both feet on the ground, complete...no alien monsters...yes, got it."

A relatively young Jeffrey climbed out of the cargo hold, patted the dust on the space suit, and said in a low voice.

"It seems that they may have misunderstood something here."

Hong was a little speechless.

Forget it, just pretend you didn't hear it.

"Please board the plane."

In order to avoid possible nuclear thermal rocket accidents, this landing site is more than 500 kilometers away from the underground city, so she has already prepared a cargo plane at the nearby airport.

Compared with the difficult-to-modify cargo compartment, it is much more convenient to modify the cargo plane-in the old Katus, it was a very common thing to convert a passenger plane into a cargo plane, or a cargo plane into a passenger plane.

Rather, most of the time, they used the same type of organism.

"Well, your plane looks really...unique."

Seeing this strange object parked on the runway, the delegation hesitated to speak.

Different from the stereotyped "barrel-wing" configuration in their impression, this aircraft has no fuselage, only wings-but very, very thick wings.

From the outside, the entire plane appears to consist of nothing more than a giant isosceles triangular wing with an engine and tail at the end of the wing.

Instead of using the cylindrical fuselage as the carrier like the alliance's aircraft, is it directly placing the load into the fuselage?

"This kind of design, we have never thought of before..."

Feeling the smooth flight of the plane, several experts with relatively close disciplines moved their buttocks and sighed.

They really wanted to breathe the fresh air of Katus, but because the atmosphere of Katus was too toxic, they could only sigh through the spacesuit.

"Excuse me, can Your Excellency Hong explain to us what this design is called and what are its advantages?"

"This is a flying wing structure, and the advantage is that it saves money."

She summed it up simply.

In fact, Hong really didn't expect that the members of the alliance had never even seen the design of the flying wing—this kind of configuration that can be calculated by a supercomputer in a short simulation, turned out to be a novelty in their eyes.

This was really beyond her expectation.

"The fuselage of the traditional configuration only carries loads and hardly provides lift, while the wings only provide lift and hardly carry loads. Don't you think this is a great waste?"

Seeing their confused faces, Hong thought about it, and decided to give them a little deeper.

After all, what she wants is a strong and safe ally. Although this kind of civilization is quite safe, it is also a little behind.

"With this design, the load and lift are borne by the same structure, which greatly reduces waste, saves fuel and reduces drag."

"According to our calculations, medium and large aircraft with this design can reduce fuel consumption by about 40% to 60% when transporting the same cargo."

"so much!"

Even if there are no experts in aerodynamics here, anyone with a bit of common sense knows how powerful it is to cut a vehicle's fuel consumption in half.

"Thank you for your advice!"

Several experts immediately recorded these keywords in their notebooks—even if the level of the alliance is backward, it can only be imitated by 30% or [-]%, saving [-]% of fuel consumption, which is still a very good design!

"go Go."

Hong suddenly felt a little tired.

A civilization that spans five planetary systems (for convenience, the alliance is called a civilization), is still using the old-fashioned barrel-wing configuration.

In addition, she also remembered one thing - just a few days ago, she just learned that until now, rockets are actually the only means of space transportation for the alliance!

Who would have thought that a civilization whose production relationship remained in a slavery class society and was still transported by barrel planes and rockets would actually be an interstellar civilization with space battleships approaching tens of millions of tons?

"This, it really depends on five livable planets, accumulating a lot."

Hong muttered to himself.

There is no harm if there is no comparison. For the members of the alliance, they have been living in such an environment since they were young. The three countries are all the same, so naturally they can't show anything.

But from the perspective of the "foreign civilization" of Red, this alliance is really quite backward.

Whether it is the level of technology similar to that of the pre-space age, weak productivity, or the backward production relations that Catus abandoned thousands of years ago, they can all be described in one word.

dish.

"what is that!"

Suddenly, a Jeffrey sitting in the back row jumped up, pointed at a giant silver-white building complex on the ground, and shouted in surprise.

Although she was immediately pushed down by a middle-aged scholar who looked very stable next to her, her voice still managed to attract Hong's attention.

Hooked.

she thought.

"Such a sudden surprise, how decent it is."

Although the scholar next to her pressed it in time, from her eyes, Hong could only see one point of fear and one point of surprise, and the remaining 80.00% was full of curiosity.

Don't ask her why she can see the fan chart, this is the basic operation of omnic.

"You don't need to be so formal, just ask if you have anything, I can answer as long as you meet the requirements."

Hong discovered that it might be because she always appeared as a "ruler" when negotiating with the alliance. When these people communicated, they always regarded her as the "president" and "head" unconsciously. this type of role.

This is fine for organisms, but not for machine intelligence.

One thing to understand is that "ruler" is one of her responsibilities, not all of them - she is both the ruler and the ruled, a worker, a teacher, and even a clothing consultant for the cubs, emotional mediation and even sustenance, everything The work that requires her to intervene is one of her identities.

On diplomatic occasions, she was doing the work of a "president", so she naturally had to accept the treatment of the president, and there was nothing wrong with her.But when it comes to hosting delegations, or to put it bluntly, sightseeing groups, it's better to think of her as a tour guide than as a ruler.

Different threads are different identities, organic beings don't always understand this.

"You should have seen a small version of this thing before." Hong explained, "I believe Miss Asteria, who is a high-energy physicist, should be exposed to this on a daily basis, right?"

Obviously, there is only one thing that can be linked to high-energy physics for a giant metal building that spans the entire field of vision.

"This is..." Her voice trembled slightly, and a very exciting guess came to her mind.

"Please let me introduce to you the most powerful scientific research facility ever built by the same family."

"The equatorial superparticle collider!"

Volume 53 Cats and Space: Chapter [-] The Sweet Air of the Same Kind

Although for now, this project, which can be called a small giant structure, has not brought any considerable income, but it is more than enough to be used as bait for fishing.

To be precise, it is to catch foxes.

For high-energy physicists, a super particle collider with a length of more than 6 kilometers is more attractive than a flirtatious tail in front of Hong.

She couldn't help but think of the Federation's own Large Hadron Collider, the little guy with a mere 80 kilometers—to be honest, 80 kilometers is not a small thing, at least after seeing the equatorial machine of the same family Before the collider, she had been quite satisfied with the Federal Collider.

You know, even Farsati, who invests the most in scientific research in the entire alliance, the Farsati Planetary Alliance whose scientific research funds account for a full 3% of GDP, has the largest particle collider only 52 kilometers away.

The federation, which only accounts for 1.2% of its funding, is willing to spend money to build an 80-kilometer hadron collider. It can already be called a waste of money, and it attaches great importance to particle physics.

Before that, she had always thought so.

But now, looking at the huge metal pipe on the ground that spanned the entire land, Asteria couldn't help but shed tears of envy.

"It's so cool to be able to use this kind of equipment for research..."

In the second half of the flight, she murmured to herself as if she had lost her soul.

There is an old saying that goes from frugality to extravagance is easy, and from luxury to frugality is difficult. Asteria knows that from this moment on, she will no longer look down on those gadgets in the alliance.

However, it is impossible for her to use the equipment of the same ethnic group to do research-the problem of the relationship between the two countries is on the one hand, and on the other hand, she has no confidence in her concentration.

Now I just watched from a distance, without experiencing it personally, she can still maintain her dignity. If she is allowed to really enter this project, based on Tyria's understanding of herself, I am afraid that she will be happy within two days He deliberately left the Federation behind and joined the nationality of the same ethnic group.

No matter how rubbish the Federation is, it is still the country I have lived in for more than 100 years since I was a child. It would be too much to abandon it like this...

"What are you doing in a daze, get off the plane!"

The middle-aged scholar on the side poked her with his elbow, telling her not to stare at Hong so stupidly—does she feel uncomfortable being looked at by you if you don't see her?

"Oh, sorry, I was just distracted."

She came back to her senses, quickly apologized, and trotted two steps to keep up with the others.

Finally without being stared at by this expired old woman, Hong sighed and thought to herself.

If it was a cute cub, she might still be interested in touching and cuddling it, but for this kind of Jeffrey who has grown up, no matter how beautiful it is, it will only make her feel numb.