I Really Didn t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 701: Chapter 433: Reflection, Repentance, Decision【5100 Words, Seeking Monthly Tickets】_3

However, it cannot be denied that these eleven first-generation Striver Spaceships consumed a large amount of production and scientific research capacity, which could have been used to cultivate the first-generation Dyson membrane.

Harrison Clark hoped that humanity would only research and perform technical verification at the time, not spend manpower and resources on building the first-generation Striver Spaceships, but instead invest more of the limited resources into the Dyson Membrane Project.

If the second-generation Striver Spaceships hadn’t been built either, the third-generation Dyson membrane would have had a chance to be completed before 2390.

The first to be put into production would be the third-generation Striver Spaceships, capable of accommodating 300,000 people.

In the eleven years between 2390 and 2401, the third-generation Striver Spaceships could fully make up for the slowed colonization pace of the previous decades, thereby moving forward the timeline for the leadership to decide whether the whole civilization should migrate.

The leading group making this decision could naturally be replaced by Mason Howard’s group, perhaps resulting in a different outcome, fulfilling Harrison Clark’s expectations.

Harrison Clark really wanted to know just how thrilling it could be to experience complete freedom if the Compound Eye Civilization was fooled and the Dome was moved to another galaxy.

There were many more such details that could have been improved in the first 500 years of the civilization’s progress, much greater than the negative impact of the Whale Group caused by the overweight man.

Harrison Clark stood up, walked out of the reading room, strolled around Sergey’s cloning workshop, and then visited various parts of the underground base.

He first considered whether the underground base had spaceflight capabilities.

If so, driving the base away would be a good choice.

Unfortunately, there were none.

Sergey had never planned to leave the Solar System but only wanted to hide deeper and safer, so he hadn’t equipped the underground base with a space flight engine and space-level shield.

The main focus of the underground base’s performance was stability, endurance, and stealth capabilities.

Leaving such thoughts behind, Harrison Clark turned his attention to the stock situation of materials, the operational status of other equipment and facilities, and the quantum brain core supporting Vivian, considering how to move Vivian away.

It took Harrison Clark about three days to complete a deep inspection of the underground base, and then he started working.

He successfully found many basic-functioning spare small-scale quantum intelligence cores, as well as some small engines, shield generators, and the like.

He first assembled a shuttle capable of carrying 1,300 tons in a single trip, with a cargo space of 1,500 cubic meters, by referring to the instruction manual.

Finally, he had complete modularized components to use and an instruction manual to read!

Of course, in the past, he couldn’t even make use of the instruction manual.

But now, Mr. Clark had evolved into a technician after nearly a year of manufacturing thousands of short circuits and explosions.

He could handle the scattered parts from before; now he could handle the semi-finished modules even better.

It took Harrison Clark four days to take away most of the things that should be taken away from the underground base.

These items included a large number of reserve renewable biological batteries, medium and small engines, intelligent brain chips, various detection and communication instruments, and two sets of Galaxy Battle Armor personally made by Sergey.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t find any reliable medium or large-scale weapons. Most of them were small-scale individual equipment, such as medium-range energy handguns, rapid-fire sniper rifles, heuristic single-soldier mechanical beetle arrays, and so on.

In short, everything usable was loaded up to the maximum.

Utilizing the secret base’s inventory, he crazily upgraded many configurations on Morrowind No.2, making it look much more organized and functional, with a greater degree of functional partitioning.

Most importantly, as he continuously added intelligent chips, the intelligence level of Morrowind No.2 gradually increased, greatly reducing his workload when personally controlling the spaceship.

On September 16, 3020, Harrison Clark stood in a huge room located in the central area of the underground base, lost in thought.

In front of him, a cube with sides measuring ten meters floated in mid-air.

The surface of the cube was semi-transparent, with light points shimmering inside.

One quantum electric arc after another extended from the cube’s grid, with one hundred arcs on each side, totaling six hundred arcs.

The other end of the electric arc was connected to the hemispherical protrusions on the walls of the room.

This was Vivian’s quantum brain core.

He wanted to take it with him.

Once removed, the entire underground base would gradually lose control and quickly collapse.

Harrison Clark pressed the button, Vivian entered a brief slumber, and the overhead suspension arm slowly extended. The brain core was sent to the maintenance tunnel.

Twenty minutes later, the intelligent brain core would be in the cargo hold of the transportation shuttle.

Forty minutes later, the outer shield of the underground base would collapse.

The base would be swallowed by molten magma.

Harrison Clark casually walked out and entered the workshop.

First, he went to see the last two life support pods still filled with culture fluid.

Freddy Sergey’s recent comprehensive physical examination showed that he was already showing signs of gene collapse.

In no more than another two or three years, Freddy would follow in the footsteps of his predecessors, go to the surface via a small shuttle, and then aimlessly patrol the surface until he died at some point somewhere.

According to Sergey’s pre-set program, when Freddy left, one of the two life support pods would initiate the next round of the artificial cultivation plan for the cloned embryo.

If one failed, the other would immediately follow up and continue.

Now that Harrison Clark was taking Vivian’s brain core, these two embryos would not be born.

But Harrison Clark felt no guilt.

He had already performed a routine inspection before, and the DNA in the stem cells preserved in these two life support pods was already a mess and could not be cultivated into shape.

The operation records showed that cloning and cultivation had failed 23 times continuously within five years before the birth of Freddy Sergey.

“Freddy, come with me, it’s time to leave,” said Harrison Clark to the bewildered Freddy beside him.

The young man stared blankly at Harrison Clark. “Come with me?”

Boom.

The next second, Harrison Clark knocked him out with a blow, carried him on his shoulder, and walked out.

It was late at night outside.

The refurbished Morrowind No.2 was parked on the mountainside, with the mechanical arm carefully moving Vivian’s quantum brain core inside.

Within ten minutes, the last piece of the puzzle for Morrowind No.2 would be assembled.

Then, it would be almost time for him to leave.

There was only one thing left to do, restore communication with the colony.

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[Recommended another similar book: He and Their Stars, written by an equally strong and inspirational author like myself.]