The meeting restarted.
Professor Keriber walked into the conference room and placed a stack of photocopies on the table. He then gestured to his assistant, who was also holding a stack of theses, to hand them out.
The professors and engineers at the conference table looked at each other. They didn't know what Professor Keriber was planning to do.
Edor picked up the thesis and glanced at it. He then frowned.
"What is this?"
Professor Keriber placed his hands on the table and spoke with a pair of glowing eyes.
"This is what we've been waiting for!"
Edor didn't feel comfortable being stared at by Keriber, so he hesitated for a second.
"Are you sure this thing is reliable?"
Professor Keriber said confidently, "The author of the thesis is Princeton Professor Lu, the winner of this year's Fields Prize. If his mathematical model isn't reliable, then I don't know who else in the world has a model that's more trustworthy. "
"Plasma turbulence … Turbulence … The word turbulence gives me a headache." A plasma physicist threw the thesis on the table and said, "I'm a plasma physicist, I'm not here to discuss fluid mechanics with you."
There were also some professors who were silent as they stared at the thesis in their hands with furrowed brows. They were studying the complicated verification process in the thesis. There were a lot of big names in the Max Planck Institute, not to mention the visiting scholars from all over the world.
Among these people, there were always big names who were proficient in mathematics.
However, it didn't matter if they weren't proficient in mathematics.
Just like Keriber.
Although he couldn't understand the thesis, he could understand the mathematical model used as the conclusion and the supercomputer simulation results attached to the thesis.
Keriber stared at Professor Hesinger and said in a serious tone, "I know this sounds ridiculous, but the unsolvable turbulence problem is basically the consensus of the physics community. But if this model is reliable, we can modify our control scheme based on it to reduce the collision between the plasma and the first wall. "
Professor Hesinger went silent for a long time before he finally made a decision.
"Then let's give it a try."
The best way to test the truth was to put it into practice.
Just like the phenomenological model they were using, it was also based on the experience of countless experiments.
Edor looked at Professor Hesinger in disbelief. "Are you sure you want to change the plasma control scheme? Just because of this paper that might not have a chance to be published? "
Professor Hesinger glanced at him silently.
"Do we have any other choice?"
Changing the control scheme was not an easy task.
But this kind of procedural modification was much easier than a systematic overhaul …
…
After submitting the thesis, Lu Zhou did not bother with it anymore.
What was interesting was that this time, he posted the preprint on arXiv. However, after it was clicked by his peers, it did not trigger the system's judgment of mission completion.
It seemed that the judgment rules for this type of application-oriented problem were different from the proof of mathematical conjectures. Perhaps disclosure was not the only criterion for the completion of the mission.
Lu Zhou carefully recalled the mission description and remembered that the mission requirement was to "build a mathematical model for the plasma turbulence phenomenon in the stellarator".
Could it be that the mission also included at least one stellarator that used his model?
If that's the case, then this mission is a bit difficult …
Even for a top-tier journal like PRX, the probability of it being accepted by a research institute was not high.
Most importantly, there were too few stellarators in the world …
Of course, there was also the possibility that there was a problem with his research.
However, Lu Zhou felt like the possibility of that was very low …
All in all, after Lu Zhou confirmed that the thesis had entered the peer review stage, he slowed down the pace of his work.
From the Navier – Stokes equation to the plasma turbulence problem, other than the few days when he went to Brazil for the conference, he had not been idle at all.
After all, he wasn't a machine, he needed to rest …
A group of undergrad students were testing drones on the lawn next to Lake Carnegie.
The annual fall competition was about to begin, and this was the most critical time for their training.
As a consultant for the club, Lu Zhou would come here when he was not busy.
On one hand, it was to teach these young students some technical problems. On the other hand, it was an opportunity to bask in the sun and enjoy the breeze by the lake.
The club president, Jimmy, was sitting next to Lu Zhou. He pulled the grass next to his shoes and suddenly spoke.
"Professor, I'm graduating next year."
"Oh? Maybe I can give you some good advice, like recommending you a few reliable professors. "
Lu Zhou had a good impression of this freckled boy.
Although he didn't know many engineering professors, he could still find someone he was familiar with to ask about the other professors.
However, to his surprise, Jimmy shook his head.
"I don't plan on studying, I plan on graduating."
Lu Zhou looked at him with surprise.
"Graduate? Have you thought about what to do? "
"Drones!" Jimmy stared at the little guy flying in the sky and said, "I plan on opening a drone company, this is my dream."
Lu Zhou said, "That sounds … interesting. But Jimmy, what do you plan on doing with drones? "
Jimmy smiled and said, "It can be used for a lot of things, like delivering packages or delivering pizza."
Drone delivery?
Suddenly hearing this word, it was really nostalgic …
Lu Zhou looked at the little guy hovering in the sky and couldn't help but think back to his university days, as well as the few theses he published.
He remembered that he also received an offer from SF Solar.
Suddenly, Lu Zhou couldn't help but think, if he didn't refuse the offer and chose to suspend his studies to study drone logistics in SF Solar, would he be in this situation now?
Life is such a wonderful thing …
Jimmy: "Professor?"
Lu Zhou snapped back to reality and said, "What?"
"What do you think about the idea of using drones to deliver packages?" Jimmy looked at Lu Zhou seriously and asked for his opinion.
"Excellent idea, how do I say this? I'm also optimistic about this project, but I don't have any plans to invest — "
Jimmy smiled awkwardly and said, "No, you misunderstood, I don't need your investment. My father is willing to lend me US $5 million in start-up capital, which is enough for me."
Lu Zhou: "…"
Okay, it seems like I'm flattering myself.
But then again, other than his own students, why do I feel like the students I have a good relationship with are all nouveau riches …
"If that's the case, you should take care of your own future. I can't help you with other things, but I can recommend you a few good theses … Even though they only outline a general framework and haven't been completed yet. " Lu Zhou paused for a second and said, "But they are published in the general journal. I'm not sure if the Firestone Library database has them, so you may have to be a little patient when looking for them …"
This was probably the tragedy of the general journal. Even if you produced first-class results, you could only get third-rate treatment in the end.
Even though it was redeemed with general points, it was still a product of the system.
Lu Zhou felt that the quality of those theses was quite good. Even though they were a bit subpar, if he continued to follow the framework, he should be able to produce good results.
However, Jimmy didn't dislike it. After hearing Lu Zhou's words, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately said, "Please be sure to recommend them to me!"
Lu Zhou didn't waste any time. He took out the manuscript from his pocket.
He couldn't remember which academic conference he had gotten this manuscript from. He usually used it to record his inspirations, and it was filled with formulas and symbols that only he could understand.
Lu Zhou tore off a piece of white paper and wrote down the name of the journal and the approximate date on it. He then handed it to Jimmy.
"Take it."
"Thank you!"
Jimmy took the paper from Lu Zhou's hand and put it in his pocket like it was a treasure.
Seeing how important this was, Lu Zhou hoped that this thing that he no longer needed could help him a little.
Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated twice.
Lu Zhou stood up and patted the grass on his pants. He walked to the lakeside path and took out the phone in his pocket.
Xiao Ai: [Master, there's a new email! (?????)??】
Lu Zhou glanced at the pop-up window on the screen. He then clicked on the link and logged into his email.
Coincidentally, there were two unread emails in his mailbox.
One was from PRX, informing him that the peer review had ended and that the thesis would be published in the latest issue of PRX.
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