6:30 P.M. sharp.
At the McDonald's next to the movie theater, a new generation and an old generation of physics competition fanatics picked up their pens at the same time.
The God King Hegemony of the Space Race had officially begun.
Though it wasn't an official contest, and there were neither papers nor rules,
it did nothing to diminish the intensity of the battlefield.
For true physics fanatics, such peak exchanges were even more thrilling than utilitarian competitions.
Under normal circumstances, without papers or rules, the average person wouldn't even know where to start, what to compare, or what to calculate.
But they knew, without a single word, they all understood.
It was to write the true "Wandering Planet Project"!
For the average moviegoer, "Wandering Planet" was thrilling enough, but some of the physics terms were inevitably half-understood.