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Daisy asked Obadiah after re-evaluating the results, "Do you have any requirements for the size of the arc reactor? How small should it be to be satisfactory?"
This question had to be asked in advance. In case Obadiah asked her to make a reactor the size of a fingernail, she couldn't do it.
Obadiah was delighted. Daisy's words indicated that she could improve the reactor! It wasn't in vain that he, in his sixties, stayed here all day without moving.
Even someone as experienced as him felt a bit happy at the moment, with a hint of inexplicable relaxation.
Although regarding Tony Stark, he no longer held any uncle-nephew feelings in his heart, and even sent people to kill Tony Stark, they still had some connection. Raising a cat or dog for twenty years created a bond, let alone humans.
Having someone else drag Tony Stark to Afghanistan to be killed and personally doing the job were two completely different mental states. Obadiah felt he hadn't made up his mind yet.
Obadiah, who had prepared for a life-and-death struggle and was ready to resort to force, took a step back because of Daisy's words.
Seeing him distracted, Daisy asked again.
Obadiah quickly focused on the present and asked, "How small can it be?"
Daisy held her hands in a circular motion, indicating it should be about the size of a basin. It wasn't her negligence; the reactor was very sophisticated, and although nuclear fusion was not dangerous, she couldn't do it if it was too small.
In this respect, she was indeed not as skilled as the Stark father and son.
Obadiah frowned slightly. He had seen the arc reactor on Tony Stark's chest, compact and lightweight, and what Daisy was describing fell short.
But he didn't have the right to be picky. A basin size was acceptable; after all, his Iron Monger was an oversized armor. Adding a large power source might make it even more imposing and domineering.
He nodded immediately, "Do it as you said!"
Afterward, he waved his hand, "You two have worked hard. Take a rest so you have enough energy to work tomorrow!"
Daisy, with her extraordinary abilities, didn't feel tired after a day's work, but the short old man was nearly exhausted from being ordered around.
Obadiah, a man in his sixties, felt like his prostate had swollen from sitting here all day!
Rest quickly; we'll talk about anything else tomorrow!
The next day, Daisy handed over a long list of materials needed for the reactor, which she had organized all night.
Obadiah was a decent man, so he reciprocated. The contract for the supercomputer was revised, and the initial installation costs were fully waived.
Taking the material list from Daisy, even though he didn't understand nuclear physics, he couldn't help but frown at the densely packed material names and numerical units on it, "Do we need so many materials?"
Daisy nodded expressionlessly, just take it when you have the chance. She had doubled all the materials on the list, making one for Obadiah and another for herself.
She didn't have the skills to make a nuclear reactor with just a welding gun and a hammer like in Stark and Ivan Vanko's scenes in the movies.
Howard Stark spent twenty years lowering costs, and the blueprints undoubtedly recorded many alternative materials for the reactor to enter civilian use in the future.
But Daisy didn't know, and she didn't have time for experiments. At this stage, she had to use a large number of rare materials and skilled workers to proceed.
Many materials were within controlled areas where sales and transportation were prohibited. Daisy's Skye Data didn't have much influence in this regard, while Stark Industries, having sold missiles for decades, had extensive connections, making acquiring these materials easy for Obadiah.
Obadiah understood Daisy's purpose, but he really didn't care. Legally, Stark Industries didn't belong to him. Taking some materials and using some manpower was no big deal. With a wave of his hand, he agreed to it all.
Following the principle of you help me, I help you, over the next few days, Daisy helped Obadiah with the reactor, and he personally led a team to assist in building the supercomputer.
Originally planned for thirty-six computing cabinets, Obadiah increased it to forty.
The initial setup and debugging were completed at Stark Industries, but later, Daisy needed to prepare her own space. After all, the supercomputer couldn't be placed in someone else's home.
"Forty cabinets, each with 1024 processors, and each processor with 260 cores. Whatever calculations you need, this supercomputer can meet your requirements. But you better solve your space issue quickly," Obadiah advised Daisy.
Daisy looked at the slightly larger cabinets in front of her, each about the size of a household double-door refrigerator. Setting up forty of these, with requirements for silence, safety, and a bunch of other specification was a headache.
Her current apartment and company didn't meet the requirements. She needed a space of her own.
The idea of buying a house surfaced again, but it wasn't too urgent at the moment. The initial construction and commissioning of the supercomputer would take two months, and retrieving funds from accounts scattered nationwide would take a similar amount of time.
Nevertheless, she instructed her maid to keep an eye on real estate listings.
Fifteen days later, Obadiah received the so-called "basin" reactor.
Honestly, compared to Tony Stark's palm-sized reactor, Daisy's creation didn't look as good. It wasn't delicate or compact, but it seemed sturdy. Even without considering the internal fusion device, just throwing the metal casing could kill a person.
Stark's reactor weighed only a few pounds, while hers was at least thirty pounds!
However, Obadiah still expressed his gratitude. Compared to the massive reactor with a diameter of over five meters and a height of three meters, Daisy had managed to shrink it to a diameter of forty centimeters—an impressive feat worthy of a super genius.
Ignoring the identical-sized reactor in Daisy's hands, Obadiah escorted her out of Stark Industries and then turned to find his chief scientist, the old man William.
Entering the secret laboratory, watching the workers install the freshly made reactor onto Iron Monger, Obadiah felt a bit uneasy. However, he forced himself to stay calm, awaiting the compilation of data from various sources.
After powering up, running, and testing, half an hour later, William came to him with a pleased expression.
"It's truly amazing. Look at these values; this is currently the most advanced weapon mankind has! Haha!" William beamed, walking with a spring in his step.
Obadiah wasn't as optimistic. He still had a stern expression. "Can the kinetic energy data meet the design requirements?"
"Absolutely, it's a genius idea..."
Before William could finish, he was interrupted. Obadiah urgently asked, "What about after installing the weapon system?"
"It operates just as well, fully meeting the initial design expectations..."
"You've been working with her for fifteen days. Can you replicate this reactor now?" Obadiah lowered his voice, finally asking the question he cared about the most.
As an arms dealer, he needed weapons that could be mass-produced. Only then could he gain approval from the Department of Defense. Whether it was money or social status, a weapon that could be mass-produced was what he needed most.
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