Chapter 219 Who says Dongguo's speed is bad? We have Curry's speed!

Following Rajesh's command, the entire ISRO computer center instantly became a beehive of activity.

"Quick! Import all the data!"

"Start the main core of the curry light!"

"Turn the cooling system to maximum power! Don't let it overheat again!"

Amidst the shouts of the technicians, that supercomputer, which occupied half the room, emitted a heavy roar.

Indicator lights flashed frantically, and the noise from the cooling fans sounded like a plane taking off.

Rajesh stood before the giant display screen, his hands gripping the railing tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands.

His eyes stared unblinkingly at the slowly moving progress bar on the screen.

This wasn't just a simulation.

This was his life.

It was the life of the entire team.

More importantly, it was their only chance to survive under that arrogant Director-General.

'It has to be accurate...'

'Please don't calculate a 120% failure rate again...'

He prayed silently in his heart.

After all, although this supercomputer named curry light had an intimidating name, it was actually like a temperamental old man who often dropped the ball at critical moments.

The previous 120% failure rate and that 9999 success rate happened because its logic module overflowed due to overheating while calculating uniform motion.

This time, they had turned the air conditioning to the lowest setting and even brought in several industrial fans to blow on it, hoping to keep this "old gentleman" calm.

Time passed minute by minute.

Ten minutes.

Twenty minutes.

Half an hour.

The progress bar on the screen finally reached the end.

"Ding—"

A crisp notification sound rang out in the hall where even a pin drop could be heard; it actually sounded somewhat sacred.

All eyes instantly focused on the center of the screen.

The next second.

A line of huge green numbers suddenly jumped out.

[Simulation Ended]

[Full Process Simulation Result: Perfect]

[Estimated Launch Success Rate: 100%]

For a moment, the hall was dead silent.

All the scientists and technicians present stared blankly at that number, seemingly unable to believe their eyes.

'100%? Perfect? Is that a number the curry light can actually calculate?'

After a brief silence.

"Boom!"

The entire hall instantly exploded into chaos.

"We did it! Oh my god! We did it!"

"A perfect score! It's a perfect score!"

"We're going to make history!"

The scientists were so excited they embraced and wept; some even threw their documents into the air. The hall was filled with jubilation, as if they had already completed the launch mission.

However, in this ocean of celebration, only one person wasn't smiling.

Rajesh looked at that perfect "100%". Logically, he should be happy, but he still wasn't at ease. After all, their curry light supercomputer was unreliable.

He planned to conduct more tests, such as creating a small-scale prototype at a 1:1 ratio first to perform various ground tests.

However, before he could speak.

"Bang!"

The door to the experimental center was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

The loud noise caused the cheering in the hall to instantly stall.

Everyone turned to look.

There stood Singh, ISRO's Director-General, wearing an expensive custom suit, face flushed with excitement, and radiating a strong scent of cologne and curry as he strode in.

He had clearly heard the cheers outside, and his face wore his signature arrogant smile.

"How is it, Rajesh?"

As Singh walked, he spread his arms as if embracing the whole world:

"I heard the sound of success!"

"Tell me, my intuition was right, wasn't it?"

He walked to the console without even glancing at Rajesh; his gaze was immediately drawn to the huge green number on the big screen.

[100%]

At this moment, an unprecedented light erupted in Singh's eyes, brighter than the number itself.

"Good! Good! Excellent!"

He slammed the table hard, making the coffee cups on it jump.

"One hundred percent! What does that mean?"

"This is the blessing of lord shiva!"

"I knew it, as long as I want to do something, there's nothing I can't achieve!"

Singh laughed wildly with self-satisfaction, turned around, and slapped Rajesh's shoulder so hard he almost knocked the man's thin frame apart.

"Rajesh, you've done well! Very well!"

"With this data, let's see who dares to question our capabilities!"

After speaking, his expression turned solemn, and he made a decision on the spot, ordering in a tone that brooked no argument:

"Good! Excellent! Prepare for launch immediately!"

"Notify the factory to start production according to this data right away!"

"The launch date must be set for twenty days from now!"

"We are going to give the whole world a big surprise!"

'Twenty days?'

Hearing this timeframe, Rajesh's head buzzed.

This was simply insane.

They didn't even have a prototype yet; they had just run a simulation, and he was already setting a launch date?

And in twenty days?

Even to make a large firework, twenty days might not be enough.

"Sir! This won't work!"

Rajesh finally couldn't hold back. Regardless of the other's status, he argued urgently:

"Sir, the time is too tight. We still need more testing..."

"This data is only theoretical. We haven't even done wind tunnel experiments on a prototype, and the fuel ratio for that engine, we..."

However, before he could finish.

"Enough!"

The Director-General, Singh, rudely interrupted him.

The smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an offended anger.

He pointed a finger almost at Rajesh's nose, spittle nearly flying into Rajesh's face as he spoke autocratically:

"Test what?"

"The data already shows one hundred percent, so what more is there to test?"

"You are wasting time! You are wasting taxpayers' money!"

Singh became more and more agitated, seemingly convinced of his own theory.

He puffed out his chest and said in an exaggerated tone:

"We have curry speed!"

"Do you know what curry speed is?"

"It is a speed that transcends all conventions and breaks all shackles!"

Then, at this moment, he actually brought up his favorite reference, Eastern Country, and made a jaw-dropping comparison.

"Look at Eastern Country. They built a road over ten kilometers long and finished it in six hours."

"What kind of efficiency is that?"

"But look at us!"

Singh pointed to the rocket model on the screen and said righteously:

"How tall is our carrier rocket?"

"At most fifty or sixty meters tall, right?"

"They built ten kilometers of road in just six hours. For us to build something only dozens of meters high, isn't twenty days enough?"

"The speed must be increased!"

"I've already signed contracts with those countries. If there's a delay, we have to pay compensation!"

"If we lose money, even selling you wouldn't be enough to pay it back!"

...

This time, truly no one in the hall dared to speak up.

Everyone stared blankly at The Director-General, mouths slightly agape, feeling like their hearing systems had suffered a major malfunction.

'Comparing a carrier rocket to height? Comparing roads to speed?'

This magical analogy of comparing rocket height to road length and road speed to rocket speed left all the technicians present dumbfounded.

They looked at each other, speechless in their hearts.

'What kind of divine logic is this? What kind of mental gymnastics?'

'Taking the length of a road laid flat on the ground and comparing it to the height of a vertical rocket? And then using road construction speed to demand rocket construction speed?'

This was simply... simply...

They searched their minds but couldn't find a single suitable word to describe this absurdity.

Rajesh felt as if his intelligence had been hit by a dimensionality reduction strike.

He opened his mouth, wanting to argue, to tell him that the complexity of a rocket was a completely different concept from a road, that a rocket had millions of parts, each requiring precise coordination...

But looking at Singh's "I know everything, don't try to fool me" expression and those eyes full of fanaticism and stubbornness.

Rajesh knew that saying anything was useless.

In this place that only cared about results and not the process, only about politics and not science.

All his worries and professional advice appeared so pale and laughable before the arrogant will of The Director-General.

"Yes... sir."

In the end, Rajesh could only lower his head and respond with a raspy voice.

Having received a satisfactory answer, Director-General Singh straightened his suit collar, and that smug smile returned to his face.

"That's more like it."

"Rajesh, you must believe in yourself, and more importantly, believe in our curry speed."

With that, he turned around and, like a general who had just won a battle, strode toward the door with his head held high.

Singh walked a few steps and then stopped, as if remembering something, and turned back to Rajesh:

"By the way, have someone bring a detailed report of this simulation data to my car immediately."

"I want to read it on the way."

"Yes, sir," Rajesh replied weakly.

...

A few minutes later.

Outside the ISRO headquarters building.

A stretched black luxury sedan was driving smoothly through the congested streets of Bangalore.

Inside the car, the air conditioning was running full blast, creating a separate world from the sweltering heat outside.

Singh sat on the leather seat, holding the data report that had just been delivered.

Looking at those perfect parameters and that striking "100%", the smile on his face grew wider until he finally laughed out loud.

"Hahahaha!"

"Genius! I am truly a genius!"

"With this, let's see who still dares to look down on our Curry Country!"

On the way out, sitting in the car, The Director-General became even more carried away after seeing the report.

He felt it was simply a gift from heaven, the best opportunity for him to make a name for himself.

'With such perfect data, if I don't show it off, it would be like wearing fine clothes in the dark!'

"No, I can't wait any longer."

"I want the whole world to know how powerful we are!"

Singh slammed the folder shut, a fanatical light flashing in his eyes.

He decided then and there to hold a press conference immediately.

He would announce to the world that they were about to make history with curry speed.

Moreover, to prove they weren't bragging, he would release this simulation data in advance as promotional material.

Let all the Experts, media, and those Eastern Country people who looked down on them witness their technological breakthrough!

"Driver! To the news center!"

Singh shouted, as if he could already see countless spotlights on him and the whole world cheering for him.