Give a name to the new conjecture?
To be honest, Mirmina had never thought about it. After all, in her long career as a god and skipping work, she had never explored the mysteries outside the field of thought like a real researcher. She had profound knowledge and the ability to perceive and understand magic beyond the reach of mortals, but in some aspects, she really had no experience.
The format of her paper was learned from someone in the neural network at the last minute.
"I … don't have any ideas." The former Goddess of Magic thought about it carefully and said a little awkwardly, "In fact, I never thought about it at all … But you're right, it does need a name. At least it will be more convenient for other scholars to study this conjecture in the future. What do you think of the 'unified wave conjecture'? "
"In fact, I originally wanted to name it after the name of the person who proposed it. Let's call it 'Mirmina's conjecture,'" Gwen said with a smile. "But the name you came up with feels pretty good."
"Mirmina's conjecture …" Mirmina was a little surprised. She thought about it carefully, but in the end, she shook her head and laughed. "Forget it. The name sounds weird to me."
Gwen spread his hands. "Well, 'unified wave conjecture' it is then. But in this way, future students may not be happy. They will have to memorize the name of the discoverer while learning the unified wave conjecture …"
"It's not like I'm the one memorizing it." Mirmina waved her hand carelessly. Then she seemed to think of something and said thoughtfully, "Now that we're talking about this, I've been thinking about a question for the past two days … That is, about my research, when the Theocratic Council or some other research unit publishes it to the public, should they disclose my name as the author of the paper?"
Gwen froze for a moment and realized that the question raised by Mirmina seemed simple, but in fact, it was a bit complicated. He had to think for a long time. It was not until a few minutes later that he slowly raised his head. "If you ask my personal opinion, I think you can write your name in the paper. Of course, at this stage, it's not appropriate for us to publicize the real identity behind the name, but the name 'Mirmina' itself can and should be publicized. "
"Why?" Mirmina stared into Gwen's eyes. She was very serious. "Just because this is some kind of 'right'? In fact, I don't really care about it. Compared to the signature, I'm more worried that it will reestablish the chains that I struggled so hard to break free from, and cause some people to 'miss' the goddess in their hearts again. "
"But my opinion is the opposite. If the name 'Mirmina' appears in the most cutting-edge academic literature, it may separate the name from the 'divinity'," Gwen said frankly, looking into Mirmina's eyes. His judgment was obviously not made on a whim. "Because no god's name will appear in such a place, and no god has ever done such a thing. A 'god' who writes papers and contributes to authoritative scientific research journals, does experiments with mortals in cutting-edge experimental projects, and has her name in national projects — this will be the furthest form of a god from the divine throne."
Mirmina obviously had not considered this matter from this angle before. Now that she heard Gwen's analysis, she could not help but think about it. Her eyes flickered with a glimmer of light. After a moment, she said with uncertainty, "Will the situation really be like this?"
"Keeping a distance from the former belief system is indeed an effective way to break free from the 'shackles', but this does not mean that we have and only one way," Gwen said slowly as he deliberated. "Putting the names of gods and mortals side by side will more effectively wash away the divinity behind these names, and this is also in line with the Theocratic Council's philosophy of 'secularization of theocracy'. To put it in a more typical example, if a mage scholar discovers that one of the articles in the latest academic journal was published by 'Mirmina', and if he finds out that his peers and colleagues can also be called by this name, then the uniqueness of this name in his mind will quickly fade … "
Mirmina listened to Gwen's theory and thought for a long time. Finally, she could not help but nod gently. "This seems to make some sense … but we should be limited to 'names', right?"
"Of course," Gwen said, nodding. "The whole truth is still too early for most ordinary people. What remains in the hearts of the ordinary mages, the reverence and remembrance of the Goddess of Magic are still deeply ingrained. This is also the reason why your situation is only known to a few high-ranking members of the Theocratic Council. Let's start with 'names,' and let the world know a little bit about you, the god who skips work. "
"I'll take that as a compliment." Mirmina smiled. She sat back under the golden oak tree and looked at Gwen with a smile. "I'll write my real name in the author column of the paper — you'll be the co-publisher."
Gwen was still nodding slightly when he heard the first half of the sentence, but when he heard the second half, he almost choked to death. "Ahem … Ahem, what did you say? Why is my name in this?! "
"If I say it's to make it easier to pass the paper with your name … you won't believe me," Mirmina said with a smile. The former goddess was obviously in a good mood at the moment. "The real reason is that I do think your name should be in it. Do you still remember the key descriptions of the 'unified wave model' that you just summarized? That's the part I've been studying before, the content that I haven't filled in the paper yet. "
"Just based on that?" Gwen looked at her in surprise. After a moment, he could not help but laugh. "No, compared to the research you've done these days, the few words I just said are not worth the name. I just followed your train of thought and made some conclusions. Compared to me, Kamel, who completed the magic wave experiment by himself, deserves a place. He started all of this."
"His name is already in it." Mirmina stopped joking and said seriously, "And you … Maybe you don't feel it, but I've been thinking about the most accurate and appropriate description of the 'unified wave model' these days. I've been thinking about its key points, and your 'few words' are the answer I finally need. This may sound sudden, but I'm serious. I never joke on the path of pursuing knowledge and truth. "
Gwen did not expect Mirmina to be so serious all of a sudden. He was a little stunned, but after looking at her for a moment, he suddenly relaxed.
"I think I understand what you mean." He smiled and exhaled a long breath. "At the moment when the name 'Mirmina' returns to the world, you may indeed need a 'partner' with enough weight. Well, I agree with you. "
"Thank you very much, my friend," Mirmina said with a chuckle.
"It's time to leave." Gwen nodded gently. He glanced at the time projected on a certain arcanotech device not far away and said to Mirmina and Amoun, "I still have to gather my allies to discuss how to deal with the dangers in the wasteland. I'll see you next time when I have time."
"Do as you wish." Mirmina nodded solemnly. "Now I no longer have the ability to bless you, but I still wish you all the best. And I'll do my best where I can."
Amoun, who had been silent for a long time, also got up and turned his head. The pinkish-white flowers wrapped around his antlers swayed slightly. He lowered his head and said in a gentle voice, "Do you want to bring some cucumbers and eggplants? I've just rushed them out. They're fresh … "
Gwen: "…?"
A moment later, Gwen and Amber left with a few of their entourage. When they left, they brought a lot of fruits and vegetables.
Under the golden oak tree, Amoun looked up in the direction of the Fortress of Disobedience. At the end of the path surrounded by the nursery, a wooden fence and a wall made of shrubs blocked out the chaotic darkness outside the courtyard. Inside the wall, the place that had always been desolate and depressing was now full of vitality.
"They left pretty fast." Amoun could not help but shake his head. "I was going to introduce the garden and vegetable garden that I've just cultivated to them."
"Not everyone is as free as you." Mirmina was once again surrounded by symbols, formulas, words, and diagrams. She glanced sideways at the holy deer beside her and said helplessly, "I've been wondering what you're going to do after you're free. It turns out that you're really playing cards and gardening every day?"
"No, I'm still planting vegetables," Ah Mo 'en corrected Milmina very seriously. He did not seem to notice the teasing in Milmina's tone at all, or perhaps taking care of these plants was really the most important and legitimate career in the world in his heart. After correcting Milmina, he could not help but look at his "roommate" again and said in a rather complicated tone, "Your name is really going to return to the eyes of the world again."
"Yeah … I wonder how those scholars and mages will react when they suddenly find out that part of the research on cutting-edge technology is actually 'Mirmina'," the former Goddess of Magic said with a sigh. "And those who have access to the confidential information of the Theocratic Council … they probably don't know that I'm usually busy with this."
"I don't know about the latter. As for the former … ordinary people will only think that it's a special name," Amoun said casually. "If no one mentions it, how can ordinary people associate a name that appears in a technical journal with the former Goddess of Magic?"
"That's true. It's just a name." Mirmina smiled and shook her head. Then she suddenly looked at Amoun strangely. "Wait, are you jealous? Jealous that my name can come back to the world again? "
"Why would I be jealous of you?" Amoun snorted disdainfully. He seemed to think that Mirmina's idea was very naive. "I just found my name in front of the world, got rid of the rigid connection between my real name and my beliefs, and found my place in the world again. I still have a whole yard to take care of. I don't have the time to write and calculate all day long like you."
"Then you are jealous. You are so jealous that your hair is not so shiny."
"Say what you want. Anyway, I'm going to continue … Wait, where are the flower seeds I just cultivated? Are you sitting on them? "
"Huh? I didn't! "
"I don't believe you. Get up!"
…
Early the next morning, Heti, who finally had a good sleep and was refreshed, walked into the dining room. She was a little dazed when she saw a large pile of vegetables on the table in front of her.
"These are the local specialties that you brought from the Courtyard of Disobedience?" The chief steward of the Empire rubbed her eyes. She suddenly wondered if she had overslept. So, she looked a little strange this morning. "The former 'God of Nature' is now working on … this?"
"He started a greening project in the courtyard. To be honest, I am quite surprised." Gwen was a little helpless. "But this is not a bad thing. Amoun is finding a new 'way of life.' The more he does these humane things, the more his divinity dissipates. His state is more reassuring. But then again … the things he grows are pretty good. "
Rebecca, who was at the side, stuck a piece of lettuce into her mouth with a fork. She chewed and looked depressed. "But I want to eat meat …"
Heti immediately glared at the Imperial Steel Ball. "Don't talk when you have food in your mouth!"
"Arrange a special line with Typhon and Argent this afternoon." Gwen looked at Heti and said. "Tell them that the situation is urgent. They must make time."
Heti heard Gwen's words and immediately turned her attention away from Rebecca. Her expression became serious. "Is it … the threat in the wasteland?"
"The threat in the wasteland, the threat of the sentinels." Gwen nodded slowly. "Now I'm afraid we don't have much time to slowly prepare. I hope to push as much force as possible to the Great Wall in the shortest time possible … I have a bad feeling."
Heti immediately lowered her head. "Yes.
I will arrange it immediately. "
Gwen nodded and looked at Rebecca, who was sitting opposite him with her mouth full of salad.
Rebecca was keenly aware of the old ancestor's gaze. She was so nervous that she almost choked. She quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and looked up at Gwen with a blank face.
She was prepared to be beaten up. Although she didn't know why she had to be beaten up, it was definitely not wrong to be prepared.
However, Gwen did not intend to teach Rebecca a lesson. He just had something to ask. "How is Project 115 now?"
Rebecca was relieved. She thought for a moment and replied, "The main assembly and the main subsystems are almost completed. But the scale of the thing is huge. The central system still needs some time to adjust. The main problem is the servo wet-ware array. They are still familiarizing themselves with their 'bodies', and the newly installed weapon system is —"
"Can it fly?" Gwen interrupted Rebecca before she could finish. His expression was very serious.
"Err … I'm afraid it's not possible to do it now." Rebecca was a little nervous, but she still answered truthfully. "I now spend most of my time on Project 115 every week, but the adjustment and adaptation of some systems can't be sped up by working overtime. The testing of subsystems and the fusion of nerve nodes have fixed working hours."
"… Let it fly as soon as possible," Gwen said with a serious face. "Even if Project 115 can't make it in time, let those universal air platforms fly as soon as possible. I'm afraid we will need them soon."
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