I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World
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Chapter 680: Chapter 424: A Love Song Brings Me Back to Reality_1
Please continue reading on ΒOXΝʘVEL.ϹΟM .Sergey's face suddenly appeared, completely disrupting Harrison Clark's train of thought.
He specifically spent three days to re-verify and finally confirmed that Sergey was indeed the ultimate target for almost all animal aggression instincts.
Moreover, the targeting strength had not diminished at all in five hundred years.
This left Harrison Clark at a complete loss.
Is Sergey still alive?
Theoretically, it's impossible.
Even his own lifespan had not exceeded three hundred years, and there was no reason for Sergey to have lived longer.
Did Sergey not die in that calamity, but instead survived to the present through cryogenic freezing?
Harrison Clark thought this was impossible too.
In the Eighth Timeline, he had seen a virtually complete 31st-century human civilization.
All kinds of black technologies emerged endlessly, such as the Planting Battleship and antimatter Mars Power Storage.
However, one technology had not been broken through.
A thousand years ago, scholars had dreamed of this, and some technology companies even brought it into reality as a business charging about 500,000 US dollars per year.
But in the Eighth Timeline, where civilization levels exploded and even the Spherical Battleship could be overturned, this technology still only existed in fantasy and research and development stopped in the 26th century.
Gifted scholars from the Institute of Life Sciences didn't even have the courage to restart the research.
That seemingly simple but actually mysterious technology is human cryogenic freezing.
Instantly freezing a person's body without harm, then thawing them, and allowing life to resumeheartbeat seems simple
Humans could do it at the end of the 21st century.
On the surface, this indicates that human cryogenic technology has matured.
However, this is not the case.
There were elderly volunteers on the verge of death, who were cryogenically frozen for half a year, one year, ten years, twenty years, fifty years, and even a century, and then thawed.
This massive experiment spanned hundreds of years of history and several technological eras, consuming an immense amount of time, manpower, and resources.
But the results were disappointing; while those who were revived could briefly restore their heartbeats and even move, their thoughts were completely blank, resembling the Blank Ones that once appeared in the Seventh Timeline.
These people's bodies were still alive, but their thoughts had disappeared, no longer constituting life, and had become a meaningless pile of organic matter.
Moreover, these revived volunteers quickly and irreversibly withered away, completely losing their life.
Tests showed that when the freezing time was shortened to less than one ten-thousandth of a second, the volunteers could still live like normal people, but their minds were still reset. They were even worse off than a newborn baby, though they still had the ability to learn. Over time, they could master language and form a new personality, but this new personality would be entirely different from their original personality, and this difference would generally become worse.
The final research conclusion indicated that only the human body could be preserved by low-temperature freezing, but it did not include the eternally moving quantum storm in the human brain.
At the moment when the body was frozen and the phosphorus atoms in the brain no longer trembled, the original orderly quantum collapse vortex lost its support, and it disappeared without a trace.
Thus, unless humans can fully study the Grand Unified Force and master absolute quantum freezing technology at least one level higher than the space freezing threads of the Spherical Battleship, human cryogenic freezing technology is pointless and merely an unrealistic dream.
But this is unrealistic. In the previous timeline, even 31st-century humans were infinitely far from fully mastering the Grand Unified Theory, let alone 26th-century Sergey in this timeline.
Even a genius must have basic logic.
From Harrison Clark's observation of the ruins of Earth's cities, human beings at the time of the apocalypse could not have possessed this kind of technology. He hadn't even seen a single component involving unified force cutting.
So, it's impossible for Sergey to be alive today.
What exactly is the reason, then?
Harrison Clark scratched his head, unable to figure out the reason.
Eventually, he chose to respect the relatively objective facts, cast aside all speculation, and assume that Sergey indeed existed and was still alive.
Where would this genius descendant hide?
Where would his secret base be built?
How should he act to find him?
Almost all the animals in the world were searching for him, trying to find him.
He was just one person; on what basis could he find Sergey ahead of all the animals?
Harrison Clark shrugged, “Just because I'm Mr. Clark, do I have more power than all the animals on Earth combined?”
Ridiculous.
In any case, he found himself another new trouble.
He began to control Morrowind No.1 to expand its range of activity once again, collecting more usable parts on the one hand, and attempting to find traces of human activity and humans on the other.
Morrowind No.1's maximum flying speed was 2100 km/h.
However, he could only usually set it to 200 km/h for slow patrolling.
There were two reasons for this.
First, with his current computing power, when the flight speed exceeded 400 km/h, the server would be unable to simultaneously convert the information collected by the gravimetric wave detector into a projection screen, providing only a large amount of numerical signals. To force him to read this kind of signal with his brain would be too difficult. This was the drawback of auxiliary computing power not being up to par with the performance of detection equipment, commonly known as top-heavy.
Second, even at a cruising speed of 400 km/h, studying the 3D projection with his naked eyes would put too much strain on his brain and he wouldn't be able to see the finer details, making it a waste. Without a sufficiently intelligent super intelligence to help him pre-filter information, relying solely on a pair of naked eyes and a brain would be maddening.
Patrolling at 200 km/h was already his limit, and his ability to quickly analyze information was already much stronger than that of the genius girl Horatio, who had the same talent in the previous timeline.
At Harrison Clark's current rate of processing information per second, a normal person would likely explode on the spot just by looking at it.
One day passed, and other than hauling a large heap of garbage back to the base, he gained nothing.
Mr. Clark had a severe headache.
Two days passed, and the headache got even worse.
Three days…
Half a month passed, and time went on to April 25th.
In order to refresh and revive against the fatigue of high-load operation, during this half month, Harrison Clark consumed about 20 pounds of tea leaves, averaging more than a pound per day, maxing out his food supply.He had left his footprints all over the five continents, but to no avail, causing him great distress.
Harrison Clark looked at the spaceship that was already one-third complete and silently thought, “It can't be that the spaceship is built, but there's still no one found, right?”
Should I go or not?
That is the question.
Such an awkward situation.
Just when he was about to give up the search and focus on building the spaceship, things finally took a turn.
On the evening of April 25th, as he docked Morrowind No.1 on a small island and set up fruit juice chairs on the beach, preparing to take a break, he encountered an unexpected yet unsurprising attack.
A giant whale suddenly leaped out of the sea, trying to swallow him whole.
Lying on the chair, Harrison didn't even bother to move; he simply grabbed the remote control and operated the only weapon on Morrowind No.1: a plasma high-explosive cannon that fired right at the giant whale's forehead.
Mr. Clark expressed boredom, had a big meal, and commented on the whale, “Not very good meat, terrible taste.”
However, his good habits of scavenging prompted him to use the engineering machinery to perform autopsy on the whale, attempting to find special components inside its body.
Before starting, he did a full-body CT scan of the whale with his gravitational wave detector and found something unexpected.
It was a palm-sized square box.
Harrison was immediately ecstatic, thinking that it was some kind of treasure like a black box.
He wasn't interested in the information inside the black box; that wouldn't be meaningful.
He was interested in the possibility of an intelligent chip inside, which could be a real lifesaver.
When he carefully dug out the box from the whale's stomach, he wanted to report it on the spot.
What is this a joke?
What is this headphone jack for?
Pressing the button again, the box made a click sound and opened.
Inside, he saw a familiar magnetic needle probe and a blank CD without any text.
After a simple disassembly, he broke down in tears.
This was definitely a CD player that was phased out in the early 21st century!
What the hell is a CD?
I want a quantum chip, and you give me a CD and send me away?
Are you crazy, whale? What era is it, and why would you have a CD player in your stomach?
Could it be that you are a whale that can listen to music?
Out of persistence, he had to know what was on the CD, so he simply took it back to Morrowind No.1.
Just in case, he made a copy first; then fixed the damaged capacitor in the CD player, soldered the positive and negative terminals of the alkaline battery, plugged in the headphones, and pressed the play button.
In the next instant, Harrison was suddenly moved to tears.
He heard Carrie Thomas's voice.
It was a song.
A new song by Carrie Thomas that he was aware of but never heard before.
He remembered that night when they were in love and intimate, Carrie had said that she had already faintly captured the inspiration for a love song and would be able to present the finished product in a day or two.
At that time, Harrison was full of expectation but regretted that he couldn't hear it in advance before “leaving”.
This time in the future world, he saw the end of the world where all recording carriers had been destroyed; he never thought about the possibility of previewing Carrie's new song for him.
But on this small island, he found unexpected hope again.
The song appeared in his ears in such a mysterious way.
Listening to Carrie Thomas's enchanting voice, singing like she was telling a story, subtly expressing her seemingly obscure and wild emotions that were actually gentle and touching, Harrison was instantly captivated.
After a long time, he slowly took off his headphones; looking at the clock, he didn't realize three hours had already passed.
The bright moon hung high in the sky, with stars densely scattered.
Sea breeze sweeping, waves surging, coming and going on the sandy beach.
The leaves of the palm trees above his head rustled.
In the quiet island, there was only one boat, one person, and one robot.
Bathed in starlight, Harrison stared into the boundless sea that was deep and black.
Despite the unmistakably lonely world, his face was peaceful and serene.
Harrison held the CD player in his hands and grinned foolishly.
For half a year, 182 days, he hadn't heard a single sound from another person.
He had almost forgotten that he was a human being and had nearly forgotten what motivated him to keep moving forward.
He knew this was not a good thing, but sometimes he couldn't control himself.
Loneliness could sometimes be lethal.
Carrie's melodious singing, however, somehow pulled him back from the brink of the void and into reality.
Harrison grinned and reminded himself.
Oh, she's still waiting for me to return to the 21st century.
This time I may have lost everything, but at least I still have the 21st century.
Perhaps it was the infectious power of “Happiness to the Nth Power,” perhaps it was Carrie's singing that rekindled his emotions, or perhaps too much tea had heightened his mental activity.
An unprecedented, intense quantum storm began to swirl in his mind once more.
He was once again immersed in a state that seemed like meditation and deep thought.
Chapter end
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