Chapter 695 Ch694 The Strange Man in the Room
Chapter 695 Ch.694 The Strange Man in the Room
The three men left the women's dormitory and went to steal things from the tutor's apartment.
This was arranged long ago.
In the center of the diagonal line is where the students take classes.
It was almost midnight, and there were still scattered lights in the academy.
After checking every student's room, the nuns went to sleep early to embrace the Father of All Things and her anti-lice powder to relieve itching. Only the tutor's apartment was still lit.
These knowledgeable gentlemen are indeed worthy of high salaries.
Rose couldn't wait and took Halida to spread clothes and borrow money from each room. Roland walked along the flatter brick floor.
The rustling sound of the pen is better than the conversation.
There are many portraits of ladies hanging in the corridor - young, wearing crowns or holding scepters.
Some praise slogans.
There are also utensils of unknown purpose in the window. Roland knew about the scale, but it was more... complicated than the average scale?
There were many gears and metal parts.
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What was that?
Roland saw a strange ruler.
"Caliper."
"More precise caliper."
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What about the other one?
"A more solid ring, I think, should be used on trains."
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They study these all day?
"Anything that is beneficial to mankind should not be considered a 'little thing'."
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I didn't say 'little thing'.
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I thought...
"Thought it was more sophisticated? For example, a metal machine that takes up half of the room and emits black smoke and has no idea what it is used for..."
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Shh.
Roland pouted.
Candlelight leaked from the gap that was not tightly closed.
As he approached along the crack in the door, he first heard some slight mutterings - neurotic mutterings, repeated and disordered, making it difficult to understand.
The man was facing the door with his back to it. In front of him sat a nearly three-foot-tall copper-colored precision instrument: it was composed of countless gears nested on metal rods, like a loom made of another metal.
Only more expensive.
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What is that.
"Why don't you go in and ask... him... wait——"
Roland pushed the door open.
Before he took a step, he tapped it with his fingers.
Knock knock.
The man with his hands behind his back in a daze was startled and knocked over the teacup on the table. When he turned around, he still had a half-burned cigarette in his mouth.
His eye sockets were sunken, and his brow bones and nose bridge formed a "T" shape in the firelight.
His hair was combed back.
After the hairline retreated, a large and bulging forehead was exposed: whether he was speaking or silent, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, as if he was carrying some innate dissatisfaction.
The first time Roland saw him, he felt:
If this person is not a brilliant scholar, he must be a murderer who will become famous sooner or later.
He looked very serious, and used his serious appearance to cover up his inner irritability.
Just like the half piece of fish on the table, its owner did not have time to taste it carefully, but was reluctant to throw it away.
It had begun to smell bad.
"Oh, student. I know, there is another problem, right? Why don't you go to bed, right now? It's late, be careful of those women with hooded heads whipping you... How did you get here? Why are you still wearing a curtain hat... Can you see the road?"
He muttered a lot, like a trigger that was constantly pulled, and the visitor had no chance to interrupt.
It was also at this time that Roland clearly saw the true appearance of the machine.
Beautiful, complex equipment made of metal.
There was a hand crank, and many paper tapes with holes punched and piled together like noodles.
Two fingers wide.
In addition, there was a bed, a round table, a cigarette box and a comb.
There was an iron cage in the corner.
"Look at what this is."
A hedgehog-like creature was dozing inside.
"…Okay, I know you might be curious. Girls always have endless curiosity - of course, academic curiosity is much better than spending money to buy those strips of cloth of the same material, and you people are not rich... Why don't you speak?"
Because you didn't give me a chance to speak.
Roland rolled his eyes behind the veil and pointed at his throat.
"Oh, poor child. You can't speak, right? This doesn't affect your studies. As long as you have a smart head, I don't think many people in school have this thing. I found it when I was fifteen, when it was still Cambridge..."
No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!
"You really should see how painful it is to have one... or several stupid teachers. I hope, I hope you will be lucky in your further studies... In fact, you don't need this, right?"
Too talkative.
Roland closed the door silently and stepped into the room.
He was quite curious about this machine.
Just like a train.
Is it another epoch-making invention?
"You're interested in this? Haha, I get it! You must have heard something, right? I'm not a weirdo, no, but...ah, I can't say no. Have you learned arithmetic? It's just a few small numbers dancing nimbly to give birth to something bigger or smaller than the parents..."
"You see, this thing will come in handy later."
The weirdo didn't care about Roland's identity or name at all, and he didn't even bother to recall whether he had taught such a "masked man". Seeing "her" stop in front of the machine, he thought "she" was interested in this thing and began to chatter:
"...This is just a semi-finished product. Yes, a semi-finished product. Are you surprised? I was thinking, if different program formulas and data are input through the holes on the paper tape like a loom, through the meshing, rotation, and translation between the gears, in addition to solving addition, subtraction, multiplication, division, square root and comparison, it can be matched with a printer, a curve instrument and a bell as a reminder..."
"It's easier to read on paper..."
He saw Roland nod and said He thought the other party understood, so he continued:
"...My idea is to use steam as power through pipes to drive gears and connecting rods. Look at this picture, an incomplete work of art, right? If it is realized, it is equivalent to having a memory that can store a thousand fifty-digit numbers..."
"Yes, I call it a memory. The 'mill' of each computing unit is driven to start the 'bucket' in the unit - a labor unit made of smaller and more precise gears, and the nails inside will tell them what to do what the user arranges..."
He danced and waved in front of Roland like a conductor facing a magnificent music segment.
"All of it."
His voice trembled slightly.
"All of it is a whole central unit!"
"At that time, no matter how complex the variables are, any data sheet that requires dozens of sober people who never drink to calculate, only needs to make a hole tape, turn the switch, and pull the metal rod..."
The weird madman was hot all over, his throat was hoarse, and even sweat beads appeared on his forehead.
"Loop, or set some 'conditions', I think, that's no longer a problem..."
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Wrench.
"Hmm?"
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The gap between me and this gentleman is just like what Darwin said in that book.
"You are always so self-aware."
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Moreover, these gears seem to be made and polished by hand.
"Yes, very precise."
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If Rose steals a few every day...
"You will definitely go to hell, Roland."