The pressed corn-stalk panels gleamed with a pale golden luster, looking like chunks of solidified sunlight under the workshop lights. Limeng carefully embedded a smooth, polished Electro crystal chip into the reserved groove, his fingertips feeling the faint energy pulse throbbing within. The prototype of the device resembled a square lunchbox, with a Floating Stone resonator embedded in the front emitting a soft blue glow.
"Log: Chip energy threshold stable at the 'Jingzhe' scale, Floating Stone resonant frequency... well, like the flickering rhythm of fireflies by a stream on a summer night?" Jingyi's charcoal pencil rustled across her notebook. She pushed up her glasses, which had slipped down the bridge of her nose, and suddenly chuckled. "Honestly, this casing looks just like a talking corn cake."
"If it were edible, there wouldn't be any food crisis," Limeng replied without raising his head, adjusting the chip's angle with a pair of tweezers. Modern radio principles flashed through his mind, but he deliberately avoided those terms, focusing entirely on the sensation at his fingertips. Lightning arcs darted and leaped between the chips, splitting like mountain stream water meeting rocks, naturally forming complex oscillation paths—this was his simulation of "frequency-hopping" anti-interference. Meanwhile, the Floating Stone had been shaped into an invisible "sound pool," where ripple-like energy waves undulated, capturing invisible acoustic messages to replace the co…
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