188: Chapter 188 Gravity Well Blueprint, Igniting the Entire Scene

The Longevity Faction handed over the strongest technological aid to Diana, designed to destroy one hundred thousand Grey Alien starships in the shortest time possible under the Ten-Thousand-Ship-Slaying Plan.

She was willing to share these items with the White House.

Everyone present knew that their ability to sit in this conference room was not due to an invitation from Biden,

but because Lord Zhang Long had publicly designated Diana as the sole intermediary for the Longevity Faction's technological aid in the sub-space floating city.

No one dared to show her any disrespect.

Biden cleared his throat, crossed his hands on the stone table, and delivered a brief opening remark with a steady and solemn tone:

"Colleagues, the confidentiality level of today's meeting is of the highest order."

"You are already aware of the reasons why we are meeting on the third underground level of the Shenandoah Valley."

"Zeta Star has a pioneer intelligence device capable of penetrating any physical barrier, code-named Yuanzi, which is still active within the Solar System."

"Every word we utter hereafter must not leave this conference room in any written recorded form."

"The reason I invited you all here today is because Ms. Diana has brought the latest technological assistance plan from the Longevity Faction."

"This plan is directly related to the success or failure of the Ten-Thousand-Ship-Slaying Plan, and directly determines whether our civilization can seize the initiative in front of the million-strong Grey Alien fleet."

"Ms. Diana, please."

Diana turned her head slightly and opened the folder in front of her marked with "Gravity Well Generator Engineering Blueprint",

and then scanned everyone present.

When she spoke, her tone remained her usual cold and precise self, without any superfluous embellishment:

"I know what you are all anticipating, and I have indeed obtained the technological aid handed to me by Lord Zhang Long of the Longevity Faction."

"However, before presenting the specific plan to you, I must first emphasize one point: news of the Deep State must never be leaked to the public."

"Therefore, when executing the Ten-Thousand-Ship-Slaying Plan, the Longevity Faction's fleet will not appear."

"This competition can only be accomplished through the respective Earth proxies of the Deep State's Longevity Faction and Tech Faction."

"Does anyone present have any questions about this?"

When she said this, the high-ranking officials present leaned forward slightly almost simultaneously,

and several people's fingers had unconsciously tightened on the table surface.

No one objected.

Competing for the Ten-Thousand-Ship-Slaying Plan through proxies meant that a steady stream of advanced technology would flow from the hands of the Longevity Faction into their laboratories, factories, and military facilities, which was precisely what each of them desired most.

The longer this proxy war was fought, the more chips they would hold in their hands;

the more intense the battle, the more advanced the equipment provided by the Longevity Faction would be.

They wished dearly that such a proxy war would never end.

Diana waited a few seconds, confirmed that no one raised any objections, and nodded slightly:

"Since no one has any objections, I will now begin presenting the first batch of technological aid given to us by the Longevity Faction."

She pushed the folder to the exact center of the table and turned the marked page to face everyone.

The gazes of everyone present focused simultaneously on the engineering blueprint.

Printed on the upper left corner of the drawing was an extremely concise code name: Gravity Well Generator.

"This is an engineering blueprint for a gravity well generator."

"The principle is to utilize the rotation of large-mass objects to generate an artificial gravitational field."

"The plan on the Longevity Faction's side is: deploy eight gravity well generators at eight coordinate points in the outer periphery of the Solar System, beyond the orbit of Neptune, arranged into a regular octahedron grid."

"When the Grey Alien fleet enters the Solar System, the eight gravity wells will start simultaneously, and the gravitational fields will superimpose from eight directions, forming an increased gravity region within the orbit of Neptune."

"The gravitational constant within the region will be jacked up by three thousand times."

After speaking, she did not immediately elaborate on the next layer of details, but simply distributed copies of the engineering blueprint to everyone on both sides of the stone table.

When high-ranking officials such as Biden, Harris, Graves, and Mark Milley took the blueprints, each of them saw something vastly different from the past on the drawings.

What they saw was an absolute barrier of power constructed by advanced technology;

once those eight gravity wells were deployed,

not only would the million-strong fleet of the Grey Aliens be trapped in the gravitational trap and unable to move an inch,

but all other military forces on Earth would also be completely isolated by this barrier in the exact same instant.

Having mastered advanced technological equipment of this caliber, the Lighthouse Country's military advantage across the planetary surface would transform from being "far ahead" to "unchallengeable."

Meanwhile, the scientists present saw a completely different picture.

Dr. Julian Moreau, chief theoretical physicist at the Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory under the Department of Energy, placed the blueprint on the table, gently smoothed out the paper with his fingers, and couldn't help exclaiming in a low voice:

"Goodness! This plan is simply ingenious!"

"As expected of the Deep State that has mastered the correct laws of spacetime physics!"

"Using a regular octahedron grid to construct an artificial gravitational well outside the orbit of Neptune is not a single-point gravitational source, but a gravitational field grid superimposing from eight directions simultaneously!"

"The design concept of this gravitational trap is not within any existing theoretical framework of Earth physics at all."

Dr. Rajendra Patel, director of astrophysics at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory under the National Academy of Sciences, also chimed in with an exclamation:

"Since the pi of our Solar System is 3.14, which differs from normal cosmic space, when the million-strong fleet of the Grey Aliens arrives in the Solar System, they must perform adaptive calibration."

"They will switch the fleet's space curvature engines to local spacetime compatible mode."

"And right after they complete the calibration, the eight gravity wells will start simultaneously, and the gravitational constant will be instantly jacked up by three thousand times."

"Their engine output power was calculated based on the original normal gravitational environment; in that region where gravity has been increased three thousand times, the engine output is completely inadequate."

Victoria Chen, chief scientist at the Plasma Science and Fusion Center of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, also spoke up next,

her words revealing extreme admiration for the ingenious conception of this plan:

"One million starships, with propulsion systems intact, engines unbroken, and reactors unextinguished, yet all their thrust combined cannot offset the gravitational binding force exerted by that three-thousand-fold gravity on each and every ship."

"At that time, they will be locked forever inside the gravitational trap, unable to move a single fraction of an inch."

"By then, it will be time for us to slaughter them at will."

When high-ranking officials such as Biden, Harris, Graves, and Mark Milley heard this analysis from the scientists, varying degrees of shock appeared on each of their faces.

What they had thought of when previously reviewing that blueprint was power, status, and infinite longing for the future;

but now, after hearing the scientists' analysis,

they finally truly realized what level of weapon this "Gravity Well Generator" given by the Longevity Faction actually was.

War among advanced civilizations is not about using more violent explosions to smash targets,

but about turning the entire laws of physics themselves into weapons,

making a fuss over gravitational constants and setting traps in the spacetime structure,

letting the enemy fly in unscathed, and then never allowing them to fly out again.

Compared to the crude demolition set where Earthlings only release atomic energy into mushroom clouds, the refinement and chillness of the weapon before them commanded more awe than all nuclear warheads combined.

Diana looked at the focused faces of the scientists present, completely ignited by that blueprint, and nodded slightly.

"I only stated the beginning, and you all filled in the rest of the words I hadn't finished yet."

"As expected of the Lighthouse Country's top scientists."

Hartford slowly took off his reading glasses, gently pressed the sides of the bridge of his nose with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "You flatter me."

Moreau still had his hands pressed on the blueprint, raised his eyes to glance at Diana, his voice not loud, but extremely respectful:

"Ms. Diana, the data you provided is in itself a complete logical framework."

"We merely helped you derive the subsequent series of formulas."

In the entire conference room, those high-ranking officials who had been rendered speechless by the shock of the blueprint a few minutes ago were now beginning to converse in low voices among themselves,

expressions of relaxation and excitement emerging on their faces, even more so than when they received the first intelligence briefing.

Just at this moment,

Chamberlain, director of the Department of Energy's Office of Science who had remained silent since the beginning of the meeting, gently pressed that blueprint against the tabletop and looked up at Diana.

His tone was not loud, but every word precisely skimmed across the surface of the stone table, causing all the colleagues around him who had just been discussing things relaxedly to stop completely.

"With humanity's existing physics framework, it is not difficult to derive the theoretical model of the 'Gravity Well Generator'."

"The engineering logic of the regular octahedron grid and superimposing gravitational fields could have been reverse-derived from the general relativity field equations decades ago."

"However, with humanity's existing superconducting materials, all known samples completely fail to reach the design parameters; the gap between energy storage density and critical current density is far too large."

"The gravity well requires an instantaneous release of a huge electromagnetic pulse to start the gravitational field, posing extremely high requirements on energy storage density."

"And our existing superconducting materials will suffer quench collapse before reaching the target current density."

He did not look at the colleagues around him who revealed dissatisfaction toward him, but continued to look at Diana, his words carrying no emotional fluctuation, simply stating like a calm premise that had to be faced no matter what:

"Ms. Diana, this blueprint is extremely sophisticated, but without superconducting materials matching it, all wonderful visions will remain on paper."

In the entire conference room, those whispered conversations of heartfelt admiration and excitement from just moments before all quieted down at this instant.

After a brief silence, the various expressions of dissatisfaction previously cast toward Chamberlain slowly transformed into another, more complex gaze directed at Diana.