NOVEL NEXT Marvel World New Magneto
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At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the weather was clear and the roads were clear.A small car driving at a medium speed passed Battery Park at the southernmost tip of Manhattan and turned into Broadway Avenue, heading north along this famous road. Eric was sitting in the back of the car, next to him was a special agent from S.H.I.E.L.D. Jemma Simmons, a rookie female agent sent to help him "adapt" to modern life, this bookish British chick with thick eyebrows not only pays attention to his physical recovery, but also briefly introduces the surrounding situation to him along the way.
Just like now, since she went out, her mouth has never stopped for almost a moment.
"This is the station of the Seventh Avenue Line of the New York Subway. If you want to go shopping on Broadway, you can take the bus from here. Originally, the station between Van Cortlandt Park and 137th Street City College did not stop at all, but later the utilization rate Increased height, some non-stop stations have also started to stop, I will give you a special list to avoid mistakes when traveling alone in the future."
She was wearing wide myopia glasses that covered half of her face, holding an ipad in her hand and speaking seriously. After passing the subway station, she came to the next page.
Judging from this appearance, we will probably talk about the changes that took place in Times Square after [-].
Eric was very patient. He just raised his eyebrows and echoed his voice. He didn't refuse her kindness. After all, Miss Simmons had put in a lot of effort. Looking at the densely packed characters on the e-book she was holding And the picture shows that she takes this task very seriously.
If it was another agent, it would not be so serious.
For example, the young man in the front passenger seat, another rookie agent, Leo Fitz, had a disapproving expression, opened his round eyes, and turned his head to look at his colleague blankly.
"Do you have an opinion?" Without looking up at the face in front of her, Miss Simmons asked as if she had an automatic telepathy.
"I think you talk too much. According to the data, this line opened to traffic in 1904, extended from 1923th Street to Flatbush Avenue in 215, and reached the South Ferry in 1959 at the latest. Mr. Eric is right about them. I have the impression that he doesn't need to remember so much. Moreover, the city government and the operator are currently discussing the suspension of stop-stop measures. There will be results next month." Fitz pointed out the key point, in his opinion, it is obvious that Simmons is Make simple things more and more complicated.
But Miss Simmons didn't see it that way, and she immediately refuted with her glasses on.
"Since you are talking about the information, please pay attention to Fitz. The information also records that there was a reconstruction after the station fire in [-], and Mr. Eric had already left this world at that time. The station doesn't know about it. And before the station-hopping measures are suspended. There is nothing wrong with knowing the situation in detail."
"Maybe it's not bad, but it's meaningless. We should teach him electronic tools first--trust me, sir, it's not difficult at all." Fitz said the first half of the sentence to his colleagues, and the second half It was looking at Eric.
Eric smiled and made no comment.Along the way, he felt that these two people were quite interesting, and there seemed to be a natural tacit understanding when they spoke, and one person always finished speaking.The other person just speaks, without the process of thinking and understanding at all.Like a pair of inseparable twins, not sure how they did it.
It is said that these two people are students who graduated from the academy affiliated to S.H.I.E.L.D. Maybe there is some special way to make people achieve this effect.
But this intimacy occasionally has a side effect, that is, when one of them becomes curious about something, the other notices it at the same time.Just like at this moment, the two young people blinked their bright pupils together and looked at him eagerly, as if they wanted to find something unknown from him.
"What do you want to know?" Eric asked casually, reaching out his hand to the side.
"What happened after you disappeared." Fitz in the front row asked without thinking.
"Where did you go, what happened?" Simmons added, offering him a drink very graciously.
Eric smiled, took the drink and tasted it slowly.
"I thought you were more interested in my abilities." He glanced ahead. The driver sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. was silent, but the tiny device on his collar was quietly sending out a signal.
"Of course we are interested, but the theory of space and time has more significance in promoting science than superpowers." The two rookies said in unison. They are smart and kind, and will not cause disgust to others. I believe it is for this reason. Ruicai sent two young people with clean backgrounds to Eric's side in order to win his trust, but everything has its own advantages and disadvantages. Compared with the secret service career, these two people are more inclined to scientific research, so that they completely forget the boss's intentions. Tell me, I want to know what Eric encountered in another dimension.
In the face of such young people, Eric did not hide anything, picking up some knowledge from the gap between time and space and telling them is enough to satisfy their curiosity.
"In fact, there is nothing special. Everything in the universe is the same. Human beings always think that they are unique. Theories of existence are always based on uniqueness and use mathematics as a measurement tool. In fact, this is not the case. There are no numbers in this world. Scientists use existence Simplify for human understanding, create units of measurement for calculation, but gradually forget the essence of things, focus on appearances and put the most critical aside and ignore them, otherwise they might have understood the changes outside the world. "Eric said lightly, the liquid in the cup swayed slightly, rippling an amber halo.
"But if human beings are not so unique, and the world is not governed by mathematical laws, then what is it?" Fitz asked with a frown, and Gemma Simmons had the same expression.
Eric raised his eyebrows, his thoughts vibrated in the void, and a holographic projection-like picture immediately appeared in front of him. In the picture, it was a road cleared after rain, with green grass and lush green forests on both sides of the road.
"Suppose a car is running on the road, and its speed is infinitely increased, and the car will disappear soon. At this time, people can't see its shape. How can we verify its existence?"
Following Eric's question, a car similar to the car they were riding appeared on that road, left from one end, and then appeared from the other end, and it went round and round like this, and soon became a hazy light and shadow, and then followed As the speed increase finally disappears from people's naked eye observation.
"So in essence, time is the proof of existence, and time is the only unit of measurement. Time proves the existence of matter. Without time, there would be no us."
As he spoke, the picture changed again. At this moment, the small car stopped, or to be more precise, it was the stillness of time that made it reappear. The two agents could even feel the momentum of the car rushing forward and the speed of the car in the phantom. Dust kicked up later, and now these subtle manifestations are suspended in the void.
"Time...", they murmured, and couldn't help reaching out to touch the car in the painting, as if this could break the stillness and let time flow again.
"Yes, time." Eric raised his glass. "So what seems like long decades to you is quite another thing to me."
The picture gradually faded, and if Simmons and Fitz lost something, it was due to the perception of ability. Ordinary people may be able to deduce part of the theory with their wisdom, but it is difficult to experience the mystery in person.
Seeing the expressions of the two young people, Eric didn't bother them, and told the driver to pull the car aside. He felt that a fierce battle was erupting in the air.
Soon Gemma and Fitz also found out that a thick wall had somehow fallen off the building, rolled and hit the road, splashing broken bricks everywhere.
If the car hadn't slowed down and stopped just now, it might be swept away by the aftermath now, which would be terrible.
They quickly got out of the car and looked up.
"It's Spider-Man," Gemma yelled.
"And the Green Goblin," Fitz added.
While reporting to the above, they explained the situation to Eric, which is what S.H.I.E.L.D. thinks he needs to know.
Before Eric left this era, the Green Goblin Norman had been wiped out, and Peter continued to do what he thought was right, but there were some problems during this period, and a new generation of Green Goblin was reborn and became a young man, He didn't kill innocent people everywhere like the previous one, but he was chasing Spider-Man wholeheartedly, and as the object of being chased, Spider-Man was also a bit weird. His style has also become unscrupulous, often making some dangerous actions regardless of the safety of citizens, which has greatly damaged his reputation.
Now they are chasing in the air, one is pulling the spider silk, the other is stepping on the hang glider, the two are fighting fiercely in mid-air, either breaking the outer wall of a certain building, or causing obstacles to the machinery under construction nearby.
After finally waiting for them to leave, a new accident occurred-a giant crane that was hoisting steel beams was affected by the fight and lost control. The heavy steel beams whizzed past, swept across the office building next to it, and smashed the windows of the entire floor. It shattered, and the people inside screamed and ran away.
The driver in the crane frantically operated, but failed to stop the out-of-control machinery. When the bundle of steel beams swung back again, it swept across the floor below the office building. As a result, the load-bearing wall disappeared, and the most damaged floor Half of it collapsed suddenly, tables, chairs, papers and various sundries fell down one after another, and fell to the ground and became shattered.
"There's someone up there." The sharp-eyed Fitz shouted, looking in the direction of his finger, people could see two women who were barely holding on to the decorations on the outer wall at the edge of the collapsed floor. (to be continued~^~)
Just like now, since she went out, her mouth has never stopped for almost a moment.
"This is the station of the Seventh Avenue Line of the New York Subway. If you want to go shopping on Broadway, you can take the bus from here. Originally, the station between Van Cortlandt Park and 137th Street City College did not stop at all, but later the utilization rate Increased height, some non-stop stations have also started to stop, I will give you a special list to avoid mistakes when traveling alone in the future."
She was wearing wide myopia glasses that covered half of her face, holding an ipad in her hand and speaking seriously. After passing the subway station, she came to the next page.
Judging from this appearance, we will probably talk about the changes that took place in Times Square after [-].
Eric was very patient. He just raised his eyebrows and echoed his voice. He didn't refuse her kindness. After all, Miss Simmons had put in a lot of effort. Looking at the densely packed characters on the e-book she was holding And the picture shows that she takes this task very seriously.
If it was another agent, it would not be so serious.
For example, the young man in the front passenger seat, another rookie agent, Leo Fitz, had a disapproving expression, opened his round eyes, and turned his head to look at his colleague blankly.
"Do you have an opinion?" Without looking up at the face in front of her, Miss Simmons asked as if she had an automatic telepathy.
"I think you talk too much. According to the data, this line opened to traffic in 1904, extended from 1923th Street to Flatbush Avenue in 215, and reached the South Ferry in 1959 at the latest. Mr. Eric is right about them. I have the impression that he doesn't need to remember so much. Moreover, the city government and the operator are currently discussing the suspension of stop-stop measures. There will be results next month." Fitz pointed out the key point, in his opinion, it is obvious that Simmons is Make simple things more and more complicated.
But Miss Simmons didn't see it that way, and she immediately refuted with her glasses on.
"Since you are talking about the information, please pay attention to Fitz. The information also records that there was a reconstruction after the station fire in [-], and Mr. Eric had already left this world at that time. The station doesn't know about it. And before the station-hopping measures are suspended. There is nothing wrong with knowing the situation in detail."
"Maybe it's not bad, but it's meaningless. We should teach him electronic tools first--trust me, sir, it's not difficult at all." Fitz said the first half of the sentence to his colleagues, and the second half It was looking at Eric.
Eric smiled and made no comment.Along the way, he felt that these two people were quite interesting, and there seemed to be a natural tacit understanding when they spoke, and one person always finished speaking.The other person just speaks, without the process of thinking and understanding at all.Like a pair of inseparable twins, not sure how they did it.
It is said that these two people are students who graduated from the academy affiliated to S.H.I.E.L.D. Maybe there is some special way to make people achieve this effect.
But this intimacy occasionally has a side effect, that is, when one of them becomes curious about something, the other notices it at the same time.Just like at this moment, the two young people blinked their bright pupils together and looked at him eagerly, as if they wanted to find something unknown from him.
"What do you want to know?" Eric asked casually, reaching out his hand to the side.
"What happened after you disappeared." Fitz in the front row asked without thinking.
"Where did you go, what happened?" Simmons added, offering him a drink very graciously.
Eric smiled, took the drink and tasted it slowly.
"I thought you were more interested in my abilities." He glanced ahead. The driver sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. was silent, but the tiny device on his collar was quietly sending out a signal.
"Of course we are interested, but the theory of space and time has more significance in promoting science than superpowers." The two rookies said in unison. They are smart and kind, and will not cause disgust to others. I believe it is for this reason. Ruicai sent two young people with clean backgrounds to Eric's side in order to win his trust, but everything has its own advantages and disadvantages. Compared with the secret service career, these two people are more inclined to scientific research, so that they completely forget the boss's intentions. Tell me, I want to know what Eric encountered in another dimension.
In the face of such young people, Eric did not hide anything, picking up some knowledge from the gap between time and space and telling them is enough to satisfy their curiosity.
"In fact, there is nothing special. Everything in the universe is the same. Human beings always think that they are unique. Theories of existence are always based on uniqueness and use mathematics as a measurement tool. In fact, this is not the case. There are no numbers in this world. Scientists use existence Simplify for human understanding, create units of measurement for calculation, but gradually forget the essence of things, focus on appearances and put the most critical aside and ignore them, otherwise they might have understood the changes outside the world. "Eric said lightly, the liquid in the cup swayed slightly, rippling an amber halo.
"But if human beings are not so unique, and the world is not governed by mathematical laws, then what is it?" Fitz asked with a frown, and Gemma Simmons had the same expression.
Eric raised his eyebrows, his thoughts vibrated in the void, and a holographic projection-like picture immediately appeared in front of him. In the picture, it was a road cleared after rain, with green grass and lush green forests on both sides of the road.
"Suppose a car is running on the road, and its speed is infinitely increased, and the car will disappear soon. At this time, people can't see its shape. How can we verify its existence?"
Following Eric's question, a car similar to the car they were riding appeared on that road, left from one end, and then appeared from the other end, and it went round and round like this, and soon became a hazy light and shadow, and then followed As the speed increase finally disappears from people's naked eye observation.
"So in essence, time is the proof of existence, and time is the only unit of measurement. Time proves the existence of matter. Without time, there would be no us."
As he spoke, the picture changed again. At this moment, the small car stopped, or to be more precise, it was the stillness of time that made it reappear. The two agents could even feel the momentum of the car rushing forward and the speed of the car in the phantom. Dust kicked up later, and now these subtle manifestations are suspended in the void.
"Time...", they murmured, and couldn't help reaching out to touch the car in the painting, as if this could break the stillness and let time flow again.
"Yes, time." Eric raised his glass. "So what seems like long decades to you is quite another thing to me."
The picture gradually faded, and if Simmons and Fitz lost something, it was due to the perception of ability. Ordinary people may be able to deduce part of the theory with their wisdom, but it is difficult to experience the mystery in person.
Seeing the expressions of the two young people, Eric didn't bother them, and told the driver to pull the car aside. He felt that a fierce battle was erupting in the air.
Soon Gemma and Fitz also found out that a thick wall had somehow fallen off the building, rolled and hit the road, splashing broken bricks everywhere.
If the car hadn't slowed down and stopped just now, it might be swept away by the aftermath now, which would be terrible.
They quickly got out of the car and looked up.
"It's Spider-Man," Gemma yelled.
"And the Green Goblin," Fitz added.
While reporting to the above, they explained the situation to Eric, which is what S.H.I.E.L.D. thinks he needs to know.
Before Eric left this era, the Green Goblin Norman had been wiped out, and Peter continued to do what he thought was right, but there were some problems during this period, and a new generation of Green Goblin was reborn and became a young man, He didn't kill innocent people everywhere like the previous one, but he was chasing Spider-Man wholeheartedly, and as the object of being chased, Spider-Man was also a bit weird. His style has also become unscrupulous, often making some dangerous actions regardless of the safety of citizens, which has greatly damaged his reputation.
Now they are chasing in the air, one is pulling the spider silk, the other is stepping on the hang glider, the two are fighting fiercely in mid-air, either breaking the outer wall of a certain building, or causing obstacles to the machinery under construction nearby.
After finally waiting for them to leave, a new accident occurred-a giant crane that was hoisting steel beams was affected by the fight and lost control. The heavy steel beams whizzed past, swept across the office building next to it, and smashed the windows of the entire floor. It shattered, and the people inside screamed and ran away.
The driver in the crane frantically operated, but failed to stop the out-of-control machinery. When the bundle of steel beams swung back again, it swept across the floor below the office building. As a result, the load-bearing wall disappeared, and the most damaged floor Half of it collapsed suddenly, tables, chairs, papers and various sundries fell down one after another, and fell to the ground and became shattered.
"There's someone up there." The sharp-eyed Fitz shouted, looking in the direction of his finger, people could see two women who were barely holding on to the decorations on the outer wall at the edge of the collapsed floor. (to be continued~^~)
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