Capítulo 1817: Chapter 797: Our Wish Is… (Part 5)
“That’s exactly what he said.” Turing took a sip of coffee, “He told during yesterday’s eting. By the way, he approved the additional budget for the ‘Quantum Computing Laboratory’, unconditionally and without a cap.”
“Really?” Bramo was surprised, “Didn’t the Treasury Departnt people freak out?”
“They did.”
Turing said, “But the Leader uttered one sentence: ‘Either spend money now to create the future, or spend money in the future to buy coffins.’ And then they shut up.”
The two fell silent for a while, watching the busy scene at the construction site.
“Sotis I feel like I’m dreaming.”
Bramo said softly, “A few years ago, xico was still a corrupt, backward country ravaged by drug traffickers and the Yanks. Now, it’s building Silicon Valley, has quantum encryption, drone swarms, and dares to point at the nose of the British at the United Nations.”
“Because soone dares to dream.
“Turing said, “And more importantly, soone dares to turn those dreams into reality, no matter how many corpses need to be stepped over, or how many rules need to be broken.”
“You sound less like a mathematician and more like a revolutionary.”
“Mathematics is revolution.”
Turing gazed into the distance, “Every formula is a challenge to the old order, every proof is a declaration to the New World. What xico is doing is just applying this principle to the real world.”
A black sedan drove into the park and stopped in front of the central building. Victor and Casare got out of the car, waving toward the rooftop.
“We should head down.” Bramo said, “The Leader personally inspecting ans sothing big is happening.”
They took the elevator down.
Victor was already in the laboratory, watching the technicians assemble a strange machine—it looked like a combination of an old TV set and a refrigerator, with various warning labels stuck on its shell.
“What is this?” Bramo asked.
“Quantum computer prototype, codena ‘Feathered Serpent God One’.” Von Braun erged from behind the machine, holding a wrench, his overalls stained with oil, “Although it currently can only process 16 qubits, it’s already several orders of magnitude faster than traditional supercomputers.”
Victor touched the machine’s shell, “When can it be practical?”
“If we can solve the low-temperature maintenance issue, it can be upgraded to 64 qubits within six months, at which point we can break all current non-quantum encryption systems in the world.” Von Braun’s eyes sparkled, “By then, bank systems, governnt communications, military networks… will be transparent before us.”
“But we can’t let others know we have this.” Casare reminded.
“Of course.” Von Braun nodded, “This machine won’t appear in any official docunts. Externally, we’re just an ordinary semiconductor research institute.”
Victor turned to Bramo, “How’s the progress in the park?”
“Two weeks ahead of schedule.” Bramo reported, “The central laboratory will be operational next week, and the employee dormitories and supporting facilities will be completed by the end of the month. Regarding talent acquisition, we recruited twenty-seven top experts in the past month, covering fields like material science, artificial intelligence, and bioengineering. However…”
“However, resistance is also increasing. The British are spreading rumors in Europe, claiming xico is a ‘dictatorship’, and scientists coming here will lose their freedom. The remaining forces from the United States are more direct, threatening to sanction any foreign experts working for xico.”
“As expected.”
Victor said, “So we need to offer them conditions they cannot refuse. Not just money, but sothing else.”
“For instance…” Victor took out a list from his pocket, “These twelve people are top figures in their respective fields, but they share a common predicant: in their ho countries, they face exclusion, discrimination, or their research is politically interfered with. Tell Reinhardt to contact them personally, offering not just work and salary, but—”
He paused, “A ho where they can think freely, unbound.”
Bramo took the list and gave it a glance. It had nas, nationalities, specialties, and brief notes:
“Yevgeny Petrov, Russia, nuclear fusion, fired for criticizing the governnt…”
“Ali Hassan, Iran, nanomaterials, seeking political asylum…”
“Sarah Cohen, Israel, cybersecurity, resigned due to gender discrimination…”
“Juan Garcia, Cuba, bio-dicine, lack of equipnt…”
“These people are all geniuses abandoned by their original systems.”
Victor said, “What we need to do is pick up these discarded gems, polish them, and let them shine. And they will help xico light the way to the future.”
Turing suddenly spoke, “Leader, I have a question.”
“Go ahead.”
“What is the ultimate goal of all this? Is it just for xico’s strength, or… is there a larger blueprint?”
The laboratory fell silent.
Everyone looked at Victor.
He walked to the window, gazing at the rising park outside. In the distance was the silhouette of xico City, where slums and skyscrapers intertwined, church spires and satellite antennas stood side by side.
Victor’s voice was calm, “What I used to see every day were tourists from the United States squandering money, while xicans picked up their leftovers. What I heard every day were the gunshots of drug traffickers and the sirens of the police. What I slled every day were the stench of garbage piles and the exhaust from factories.”
He turned around, “Back then I thought, the world shouldn’t be like this. xicans shouldn’t be born inferior, shouldn’t trade their blood and dignity for US Dollars, shouldn’t mortgage their future to foreign capital.”
“So you want to change xico.” Bramo said.
“Not just xico.”
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