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messages.content: The conference room was a flurry of activity as the announcement on the latest superconducting material had just come to an anti-climactic conclusion. The research that had promised to revolutionize the world of physics ended in failure, and disappointment was an understatement for the mood that filled the air. Seated in rows of folding chairs, esteemed scholars whispered amongst themselves, clucking their tongues and shaking their heads in dismay.
  
  As scholars began to express their discontent vocally, the tense atmosphere in the seminar room took a sharper edge. Critical murmurs turned into frustrated outbursts, with voices of protest rising against the researchers who had dared to waste their precious time. The chorus of disapproval mounted as the main screen displayed inconclusive data and the technical jargon seemed to dissolve into mere gibberish.
  
  Suddenly, in the midst of the escalating chaos, Doctor Michael strode confidently to the front, reaching for the microphone with a steady hand. His unexpected action drew every eye as a silence descended over the room. His voice crackled through the speakers, commanding and clear despite the tension hanging tangible in the air, “Do not move carelessly. It’s dangerous.”
  
  His cryptic warning was met with a mixture of confusion and irritation. One vocal professor retorted with a sneer, “What’s so dangerous?”
  
  Questions were hurled at Doctor Michael from all ends. Accusations of threats and scams began to fly, and mutterings of disbelief morphed into loud declarations of indignation. A growing number of attendees got to their feet, eager to show their disdain by leaving the presentation.
  
  Just as the atmosphere reached a boiling point, the inexplicable happened—the floor beneath their feet trembled, a quake that did not subside but grew in ferocity until it became a violent, lurching shake. Panic spread faster than reason as scholars lost their footing, papers scattered, and the roar of dislodged objects clashing against the room echoed off the walls.
  
  In the midst of the pandemonium, a seasoned professor, grizzled and stern, made for the door, his intent clear. He had had enough; not even the earth’s tremors would keep him there a second longer. He shoved the door open with determination, only to be met with an impossible sight—an endless expanse of sky where the corridor should be.
  
  Stunned into silence, he could only murmur a weak, “Oh…?”
  
  Doctor Michael’s voice rose above the stunned gasps and incredulous chatter, his earlier warning now making a chilling sense. “Do not move carelessly. The Starway Consortium Center is currently floating in midair, thanks to the power of the room-temperature superconductor.”
  
  His revelation was met with disbelief. Floating? How could that be possible?
  
  “The center’s current location is 12 km above ground, precisely the same altitude as international flights,” Doctor Michael continued, undaunted by the gaping mouths and wide eyes that followed his every word.
  
  The gravity of the situation settled in as quickly as the skepticism faded. The scholars were unnerved, gripping the edges of tables and chairs as a defense against the dizzying height at which they now found themselves suspended. The bluster and bravado had evaporated, leaving behind an audience clinging to every word Doctor Michael said.
  
  Outside, the wind tore relentlessly at anything that dared defy its domain, proving that their lofty perch was no illusion. Inside, the confines of the room seemed at once both a sanctuary and a trap, teetering in a reality that defied everything they knew.
  
  With all the eyes now locked on him, Doctor Michael cleared his throat, the gravity of his demeanor a contrast to the gravity-defying room they occupied. He allowed himself a small, knowing smile before he declared, “I will now begin the real presentation.”
  
  As Doctor Michael launched into an explanation that spanned experimental setups to the underlying physics of their current predicament, the scholars had to accept the harsh truth—they were witnessing scientific history, suspended improbably between disbelief and the sky. The superconductor wasn’t a failure after all. It was a breakthrough that had literally lifted them into a new era of possibilities. 이를 한국어로 번역해주세요