Chapter 75

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75. This is the pinnacle of world technology!

Guam—Hawaii Intelligent Diving System, is an improved model of the intelligent diving system initially agreed upon by the shipgirls in private. Due to the lifting of all restrictions, the shipgirls received ample resources, and some special ideas could be implemented.

Before this, they rejected three proposals: the Intelligent Diving System, the Intelligent Diving System II, and the Intelligent Diving System Chop Hands. The current implementation is the ultimate version, which is the final product of the technological achievements of the technical team shipgirls, including DS-1,001 and Sacramento.

Although the speed of this process is somewhat shocking in human society, given the shipgirls' processing speed, which is over a hundred times faster than humans, their ability to work for three times longer, and their manufacturing capabilities comparable to electronic machine tools, it is not surprising to achieve such results. They even had spare time to discuss how to add various random things, just to mark their territory.

For example, the spray painting system, the sonar expulsion system, the laser fire control defense system, and the electromagnetic rail current system... The admiral still can't understand where these things came from. He only approved the supercavitation propulsion technology.

Since the supercavitation torpedoes have such good effects, the supercavitation propulsion technology is likely not far off. Based on this idea, the admiral decided on the supercavitation propulsion.

"But, to be honest..."

Looking at the large, black, blob-like object in front of him, the admiral gave a strange look to 001.

"Are you sure this thing is a submarine? Or are you sure it's not a torpedo or something else? I remember we needed a cruising submarine system, not a super-sized large torpedo, right? This doesn't look like it at all."

Currently parked on the hoisting machinery is a long, black, blob-like object. In the sunlight, its ugliness is even more discomforting.

This cigar-like object hanging in the air is at least twenty meters long, about five meters wide, and about three meters high. It is indeed a non-humanoid underwater intelligent machine. Inside are all kinds of pipes and wires. Miss DS-1 provided a lot of impressive technology, successfully creating this thing.

But no matter how you look at it, it's too ugly, right? With its lumpy body, a single nozzle, and a bullet-like head, you could say it's a cluster torpedo, but saying this thing is a submarine is something even a ghost wouldn't believe.

Who has a submarine that looks like this? Aren't submarines supposed to have big heads? How did the submarine's style become so shit-like in my case? This is wrong!

"To put it simply, the technology we are currently using on this submarine is not yet mature."

Seemingly noticing the admiral's puzzled expression, 111 lightly coughed and explained to the admiral.

"Also, due to budget constraints, we couldn't think too much about the paint job. Moreover, although high-quality paint can extend the machine's lifespan, our main task is to detect the Hawaiian waters, which doesn't require a long time. So this is fine."

"I know all of that, but can you tell me, is this the ultimate reason why you made something that sounds so high-tech look like shit?"

"That's what I said, the technology on it isn't mature yet."

001 stood to the side, looking up at the black, long object, with a slightly unnatural expression.

"Ah, although the appearance is indeed a bit of a problem, there's nothing we can do about it. Those lumps are vector nozzles and protrusions for the detection system. To maintain speed, it has to be like this; otherwise, it would be useless."

"The underwater speed reaches about 265 knots, and with the support of high-concentration shipgirl-specific fuel, it can maintain a cruising time of about one month. Although it doesn't match the nuclear fusion device provided by DS-1, under our current technology, this is the limit. The internal devices can only withstand turns at this level without being crushed."

"Or would the admiral not mind if this thing took a week to reach its destination, with shipgirls providing energy at all times? But in that case, it would be better for us to go on the patrol directly."

"But to be honest, I would like to go."

Enterprise, unable to bear the sight of the long object hanging there, said with a relaxed expression.

"Pearl Harbor is a very significant place in my memory. It's the base of the U.S. Navy's Combined Fleet, although it was severely attacked by certain people." As she said this, Enterprise gave a fierce glare at 111, who returned an inexplicable look.

"But, to be honest, I feel like there's something wrong with Pearl Harbor."

Enterprise did not dwell on 111 but looked at the admiral with a serious expression.

"Although the coordinates provided to the admiral at this time may not be malicious, they are indeed a bit unreasonable."

It feels like it's already determined that the Guam base cannot win. Although the Northern Flagship is incredibly powerful, the definition of strength is always subjective. But now, directly providing the coordinates makes one think.

What does she mean by a hundred times the force? What kind of massive force would make the Northern Deep Sea believe they have no chance of fighting back?

"…No, thinking about these things now is meaningless."

The admiral shook his head, interrupting Enterprise's words.

"Anyway, once the images are transmitted in a day, everything will be clear."

Although this thing is really ugly...

The admiral took another look at the black, long object hanging above, tugged at his mouth, and really didn't want to say anything more. Even though he knew it was made of steel, he didn't want to stand under its shadow.

I just feel like it's going to bring bad luck. After all, I'm a man who wants to build a lot, and if I have bad luck, I won't be able to live.

And is this thing really useful?

Looking at the black strip under the morning sun, the admiral couldn't help but mutter to himself.

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