"I've noticed, the human race seems to be truly fortunate. Not only were we born on such a livable planet, but whenever we encounter trouble, there's always just the right solution for us to solve it," Stark said while calibrating his equipment in Stark Laboratory.
"Perhaps, humanity is even more fortunate than you imagine." Shiller spoke as he simultaneously recorded medical histories. Stark looked up at him. Shiller asked, "For example, what do you want to do most right now?"
Before Stark could answer, Shiller had already exclaimed, "I bet you're yearning to inspect the planet warship, the remains of what was left after being blasted by a star."
Stark waved a hand as he replied, "There's not a single scientist who could refuse such an opportunity. In fact, I think the wreckage holds even greater research value than the intact vessel. Once all the fragile parts have been reduced to ashes by the energy, I can observe the overall support structure of the Planet Warship."
"To build such a massive battleship, just overcoming gravity alone poses a significant challenge. Without an effective support structure, it simply couldn't operate."
"Many believe that the key lies in the anti-gravity system and propulsion, but for me, this is easy to solve as long as there's sufficient energy. What's been bothering me is the basic problem of structure."
"Just like with your mecha?"
With raised eyebrows, Stark looked at Shiller, surprised. "Finally, you're not just changing lightbulbs anymore?"
He then bowed his head and continued, "You're right. Sometimes, I wish I could alter my physique to adapt to my mecha and optimize its functionality."
"How to arrange the internal structure for maximum efficiency after the shape and structure are fixed is a crucial question. Even if the battleship is as large as a planet with more stuff to be installed in, I am dying to know what kind of structure was used to realize this concept."
"Unfortunately, it's probably going to be a long time before I have the chance to check it, after all, even if my mecha can withstand some radiation, the temperature up there is deadly."
"That's why I said humans are luckier than you think. Isn't it fortuitous? We have an Omega Level Mutant with the ability to defy physical laws and restructure molecules into ice..."
"And even more coincidentally, he has a perfect reference object."
Thoughtfully, Stark asked, "Dense ice?"
"Exactly, just yesterday, Banner informed me that under his guidance, Iceman Bobby has made significant progress. He can now do much more than just creating an ice sheet beneath others' feet."
"He can utilize the principles of molecular dispersion to instantly cool a given area — non-toxic, harmless, no side effects, convenient, efficient and sustainable."
Stark touched his chin, a puzzled look dawning on his face, "Ever since Magneto blew up the Star, it seems that those mutant students have been working harder. What happened? Did they have an epiphany?"
"Perhaps Magneto has shown them that the future of mutants extends beyond Earth." Shiller closed his medical record book and set it aside.
Polaris took her hand off the textbook. She got up from her chair and stretched her slightly stiff shoulders and neck. Quicksilver leaned over and asked her, "Done with your homework already? How did you finish so fast?"
"Because it's physics homework, and it's on electromagnetic induction." Polaris moved her wrist, and electrical sparks jittered between her fingers.
She flipped her hand and looked at it, commented "It's pretty interesting, don't you think?"
"Well, that explains why your sweater is always staticky. Can't you move away from wool fabrics before playing with electricity?"
Polaris withdrew her hand and looked at her clothes. It was a dark grey sweater, currently standing on end, making her look like a porcupine.
At that moment, Iceman, carrying a phone, walked in. Polaris asked him, "Why did you suddenly run out with your phone? Who called you?"
"I have a new mission. I've got to bring someone to take a look at the Planet Warship, the one that's nothing but a little debris after being blown up by a star. After all, it's just scientists on their scientific research trip again, I'm just responsible for paving the way."
Listening to Iceman, Polaris looked hesitant. Quicksilver stared and said, "You're not thinking of going, are you? You can't go. You're not Magneto, you can't use ice to cool yourself down..."
"Er, if you guys want to go, I can also take you with me. After all, there's not much difference between protecting one person and protecting several."
"Polaris, Professor Charles is looking for you. Seems like there's a new mission." Blink suddenly appeared beside them. Polaris nodded and left. When she arrived at Professor X's office, Charles was already waiting for her.
"Lorna, here is a new topic, consider it as your extra homework." Charles handed a pile of documents to Polaris. After flipping through them, Polaris seemed puzzled: "…Black Holes? Haven't we learned about this yet?"
"That's why it's extra homework. I believe you can accomplish it, after all, you are a manipulator of magnetic forces too."
Polaris lowered her gaze. She glanced down at her toes, and then said, "I tried yesterday…"