What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 446 Memory Transplantation
Kennedy Space Center, Florida
"9, 8, 7, SSME main engine ignition... 3, 2, 1, Columbia is ascending!"

A dazzling plume of light lifted the world's largest spacecraft off the ground, the light from the tail of the SLS solid rocket motor almost blinding.

Behind the voice of the narrator, there were shouts from thousands of people.

Mission STS94 was the 23rd flight of the Space Shuttle Columbia, led by Commander James House, with a total crew of six.

The launch was delayed by more than a month compared to the original plan, and the official reason given was that it was hit by two attacks from the Second Fleet.

This mission plan includes conducting several microgravity experiments and continuing the previously unsuccessful STS83 mission.

Of course, there are a few other things as well:

"That's a backup keyhole satellite. We've enhanced its infrared sensors and upgraded its chips, enabling it to detect subtle changes in heat beneath the ice. If there's any industrial activity present, it's highly likely to detect some anomalies."

NASA Administrator Daniel knew that the real reason for the delay of STS94 was to wait for the modified polar-specialized reconnaissance satellite.

It was specifically designed for Antarctica, carried by the Space Shuttle Columbia, and will be deployed at the appropriate time to change its orbit, thus enabling it to conduct continuous and stable aerial reconnaissance in Antarctica.

Although it is still far from enough compared to 1200 million square kilometers of land, it is a good start.

Air Force Secretary Wayne was very satisfied with NASA's efficiency and looked at the expressionless Johnson beside him:
"Is the IAA already preparing to deploy U2 bombers? If necessary, we can deploy B2 bombers to carry out targeted strike operations."

"Thank you, no need."

Johnson silently refused, and now he lives each day in unease.

The parliament is frantically impeaching the navy for inaction and unprofessional conduct, attempting to bring down a number of figures by relying on the defeats in two wars and the loss of warships.

As a minister, he naturally had to do his best to protect the position; otherwise, everyone would think that his superior was incompetent and would ignore orders.

However, he himself is now in dire straits, as the news of the two nuclear submarine accidents has been kept under wraps until now, and it is about to become unbearable to suppress.

The U-2 reconnaissance aircraft was deployed by the IAA and its intelligence gathering was decent, but if the first strike on the Second Fleet's stronghold was also carried out by Air Force bombers... then Johnson would be truly finished.

The first and second defeats were humiliating for the Navy, and then the Air Force achieved its first victory?
Losing the war against the Second Fleet would at most result in him losing face and stepping down, but if he were overwhelmed by the Air Force and completely outclassed by the Navy, the entire naval system would want to tear him apart and would dream of Admiral Kim taking his life.

Since the cancellation of the USS United States aircraft carrier construction program in the late 40s, which led to the suicide of a general, the Navy and Air Force have been fighting tooth and nail for half a century, determined not to lose to Johnson!
Absolutely not! Absolutely not!
Even if it means the complete annihilation of the Pacific Fleet, the Navy must secure the first victory!
The madness in Johnson's eyes made Wayne a little scared. He knew that Johnson was going through his last hurrah and was definitely planning something big, so he didn't dare to provoke him and left dejectedly.

I heard that the Dirichlet Laboratory has made some research findings about Hans, the ace pilot, so I'll go take a look.

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Maryland.

“Dr. Victor, we gave the lab a huge budget and unlimited support, but all you gave us were a few mice.”

When Wayne saw only two white mice in a cage in the laboratory, he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"Sir, please listen to me patiently until I finish speaking."

Victor calmed the other person down, then pointed to the cage open area in the open space, which was actually a maze designed specifically for hamsters:

"This is a twisted channel, but there are electrodes attached to both sides that discharge electricity. If you touch them, you will feel a stinging pain. After several attempts, the mice will learn not to touch the electrodes and will actively avoid them."

You see, this is equivalent to the experience an elite pilot or crew member gains.

Wayne raised an eyebrow, showing some interest:
"continue."

"Come on, little guy." Victor placed a white mouse at the starting point, and then everyone watched as it slowly walked forward, consciously avoiding the electrodes. In the end, it only received one shock before groping its way to the finish line.

Seeing this, Victor breathed a sigh of relief, his face full of disbelief, and said excitedly:

"Look, this is our success, a physiological miracle."

Wayne: "Great, I've seen a mouse that's been electrocuted a few times and learned to avoid danger. So what?"

"You're wrong about one thing."

York, the bald director of the Paranormal Investigation Bureau, appeared without anyone noticing; heaven knows how his two-meter-tall, muscular physique went unnoticed.

York and Victor said at the same time:
"This is the first time this mouse has navigated this maze."

Wayne finally realized something was wrong:

"How does it know to avoid the electrodes?"

Victor: "We removed part of the memory tissue from a trained mouse and then transplanted it into this one."

This experiment was very simple, but it was conducted simultaneously in different locations more than 700 times and failed. There were fewer than 10 successful attempts. You were very lucky, which means that the untrained mouse successfully inherited the memory of another mouse.

This shows that memories are transferable, and can be moved like photocopying a document.

What Huai En noticed was "more than 700 times." Calculating the time... even if they were carried out separately and simultaneously, it meant that a group of people in white coats had been working like rat extermination maniacs day and night for the past few months.

And it was a very bizarre brain surgery. He forced back his nausea and asked:

"So Hans used clones to replicate memories?"

"Of course not. The techniques they used were far more advanced and sophisticated than this. None of the corpses showed any signs of craniotomy. It must have been some other method."

We have only proven that memory transplantation is possible, but this experiment is not replicable in humans, and we need to find other methods.

The lab's next experimental plan is to copy the memories of the trained mice onto memory chips, and then mass-produce these memory chips and install them on other mice.

After Victor finished explaining his plan, York immediately added:
"This is an extremely challenging project. It requires the development of specialized advanced biochips that are far more advanced than the most advanced chips currently available, and also requires a supercomputer capable of scanning neuronal activity."

This is a completely new field, with virtually no research done by humankind.

Huai En understood; this was about money, lots and lots of money.

"If we start investing now, it is expected that it will take five years to see initial results that are meaningful to humanity, and that is with sufficient budget and strong support."

York stated a fact in a serious tone that left Wayne somewhat incredulous:
"So long? Has the Empire fallen so far behind in this regard?"

Victor: "If they had started focused research 50 years ago, it would have been much faster than normal development, and it's possible that they would have fallen behind by 10 years."

However, the empire, leveraging its size advantage, may catch up even faster than expected.

That being said, going all out would definitely require the support of the military, as only they could sustain such a massive investment for an extended period.

After pondering for a long time, Huai En remained hesitant:
"I...do you really think this is a clone? Maybe there's some rapid cultivation method. As far as I know, NASA has something called VR."

York and Victor exchanged a glance, both sensing the resistance to advancing the biochip project.

(End of this chapter)