Chapter 1045: Chapter 2: Seeing the Future (Added for Alliance Leader sfqk!)
[Einstein] speaks up, everyone stops arguing and takes their seats again.
[Da Vinci] regretfully glances at the mask left behind by Jask, having already guessed his fate.
Everyone present is smart and knows what kind of person [Copernicus] is.
Nobody believes his slick, deceptive talk.
So…
Jask is most likely dood.
[Da Vinci] sighs lightly, lifts his head, and looks toward [Einstein]:
“If Jask really is dead, will you, like Turing, leave behind a virtual model of him?”
“No…”
[Einstein] shakes his head:
“The reason you can still see Turing is because he is the guide for this VR system and cyber space; his existence is necessary to help new mbers connect, answer questions, and enter the eting space…”
“So the model of Turing you see is not kept by as a morial nor is it to confirm his death.”
“The ‘regulations’ stated long ago that club mbership is for life, and we will always preserve mbers’ rights to participate in gatherings. So… whether the mbers are alive or dead, we treat them all the sa.”
“Just like Jask, whether he survives or not, this chair, this mask will be preserved for him. However… that said, now that all nine geniuses are here, Turing’s role as guide is no longer needed.”
“All the invitations have been found, all the badges have been collected, no new mbers will join, so there’s no need to keep Turing here anymore.”
Having said that.
He turns his head, looking silently at Turing’s virtual image in the farthest seat to the left:
“Stand down, you are no longer needed here.”
In an instant.
Turing’s virtual image becos transparent.
Only the mask on his face remains, falling from mid-air onto the chair, bouncing up, then falling again, lying flat on the chair.
Thus…
Two geniuses have left the eting, and including the chairman [Einstein], only seven remain.
“So…”
[Einstein]’s hoarse voice says:
“With seven people now attending, the eting can officially begin.”
“Fewer… fewer is better…”
[Gauss] slowly and leisurely says:
“With more people… they… always interrupt …”
“Shut up, Gauss.”
[Einstein]’s authoritative voice interrupts him:
“Do not interrupt when I am announcing the agenda.”
Beside.
The middle-aged man [Galileo] sighs helplessly:
“Gauss, it’s no wonder people interrupt you daily, can you stop picking up on every detail? When it’s your turn to speak, everyone naturally lets you finish.”
Lin Xian listens silently to the conversation.
It is clear to him that they are not actually speaking Chinese, but it is being translated into Chinese in real ti in this VR setting.
The translation’s tone and natural speech are easy to distinguish.
Of course, to others, Lin Xian’s words would surely be translated into stiff English, French, German… etc., or other languages.
In short.
This network eting system is very advanced, capable of translating everyone’s speech in real ti into the respective languages for mbers to communicate.
Lin Xian is clear.
Gauss, Da Vinci, they must be from Dragon Country.
Because their language appears very natural, showing no signs of translation; even Gauss, speaking slowly, follows Chinese syntax.
This is sothing Dragon Country people understand best about each other, not mistaken.
As for the nationalities of the other mbers, that remains unclear; anyway… they are not from Dragon Country.
Lin Xian shifts his gaze towards Einstein.
He is still quite expectant.
What specific agenda will there be after the eting officially begins?
[Einstein] also returns to his seat, sitting upright in his dark wood chair, looking down at the people and announces:
“Since we have a new mber joining today, as per previous rules, we shall add a process similar to self-introduction.”
“Rhein…”
[Einstein] locks his gaze on Lin Xian, saying softly:
“Every new mber joining the Genius Club must answer one question…”
“What is the most essential quality a genius, who creates history and decides the future, should possess?”
“This is an expression of your thoughts, as well as a way for others to understand you. However… before you answer, we’ll let you listen to other people’s answers, the ones we have already answered.”
He straightens up, takes a deep breath:
“Let start as No.1. This is the eighth ti I have told this answer, but no matter how many tis I repeat it, my answer is always the sa.”
Lin Xian raises his head from his seat below, looking at the stooped and skinny old man sitting in the large dark wood chair.
The mask on his face is that of “The Sorrowful Einstein” from the painting.
Expressionless eyes, a lancholic expression, and ssy hair of Albert Einstein painted on the mask.
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