Chapter 660: Chapter 415: Have I Failed? (5200 words, seeking monthly votes and subscriptions)_1
After a long ti, Harrison Clark turned his head to look at his deeply sleeping intimate lover under the moonlight.
His mind was a little blank, and various thoughts surged and boiled inside.
His mories flowed uncontrollably.
Since the couple t, from misunderstandings and doubts to mutual reliance, then mutual appreciation, and on to Harrison’s sha and self-pity while Carrie Thomas’s love grew deeper, until Harrison finally revealed the truth. He tried to say goodbye but ended up getting deeper and deeper. The dribs and drabs erged from the bottom of his heart, swallowing his emotions once more.
Although they are incredibly familiar with each other now, Harrison still vividly rembers the indescribable shock when he first realized that Carrie was the Beethoven of the future millennium.
At that ti, he didn’t dare to hope for too much, thinking that even just being an ordinary friend and having a few more conversations would be content.
He never thought that he would go through nine lifetis in a short nine months, witnessing countless separations, death, and rebirth, finally winning over the extraordinary “female version of Beethoven.”
Although it is a fact, it still feels like a dream to him, and he can’t believe it.
It was like a dream with a mixture of bitter and sweet monts, along with happiness and satisfaction. Harrison knew it was a dream, but he was not willing to wake up, nor could he.
He would occasionally imagine that if there had been no crisis and everything had continued mundane, he would have always looked up to Carrie Thomas, flying higher and higher, occasionally pitying himself and sighing about why he hadn’t built a better relationship when they were neighbors.
This fate may be tragic for him, but it’s hard to tell whether it is good or bad for civilization.
Harrison took another peek at Carrie Thomas, then buried his face in the pillow in silence.
He didn’t know whether it was sha or excitent, or perhaps a sense of heavy responsibility.
For the first ti in a long ti, soone else was sleeping beside him when he traveled through ti.
Sigh.
It’s ti to sleep. I hope I can do better this ti.
Definitely!
The next day, early morning, Harrison Clark opened his eyes in a daze.
The room decorations were still familiar.
Last night, sixteen pairs of underwear that were left on the floor during their passionate monts were neatly stacked on the bedside table.
Harrison rubbed his eyes, suddenly sat up straight, and looked around.
Indeed, this was still his master bedroom in the villa.
Hmm?
About five seconds later, he realized sothing, his pupils suddenly widened, his face twisted, showing panic and bewildernt.
Harrison’s teeth were grinding.
It’s…it’s over!
I didn’t make it!
Ti-traveling failed!
What…what to do?
Did we win this ti?
Is my mission over?
Is it the grand finale?
How is Nora Camp?
How is everyone?
Did humans break free from the Solar System?
Is it really…over?
The Compound Eye Civilization is so powerful; did I do such a good job this ti that their fleet in the Milky Way Galaxy was successfully annihilated?
Will the Compound Eye Civilization’s Howorld in the Virgo Supercluster send another new, more massive, and advanced fleet?
What is the next move for the higher-order civilization that created the Solar Do and Electronic Black Hole?
How did we fight this battle?
How did we win?
Or did we lose?
Did the energy required for my ti travel get exhausted?
…
Ten thousand worrying questions that he couldn’t articulate, arraigned and rose from his heart one after another.
These seemingly simple questions, which directly affected billions of lives and the entire civilization’s sustainability, continued to impact his mind.
Gradually, Harrison’s face turned pale, and he held his head in his hands, feeling incredibly distressed and frightened.
He had always worried that this day would co.
That is, he would suddenly lose the ability to travel through ti and space without knowing what would happen next, leaving everything to fate.
Yes, he had planned how to go through the rest of his life, but is it aningful?
Doesn’t everyone eventually turn to dust?
What I want isn’t now, but the future!
Dammit, why would it suddenly give up on ?
Give a few more chances, and I might succeed!
I know that it’s like copying the universe, but the energy consumption is trendous and beyond my imagination, so can I lower my requirents?
Give one more chance, even just one would be good enough!
Don’t give up on us so easily!
Humans…have been trying really hard!
It’s not fair!
Unconsciously, Harrison clenched his fists, and his eyes welled up with tears.
His emotions told him not to give up, but his reason told him it’s impossible.
He hadn’t done enough, not nearly enough.
This ti, humans might not even be able to complete the Planting Battleship project, let alone find a solution to break through the Prism Ship’s grid-link, energy field shield, and ultra-strong materials.
Defeat is only inevitable.
What to do?
Another level of reason was telling him.
Give up. That’s about a thousand years later.
By that ti, his tombstone would have turned yellow and weathered away, and he would have been long dead.
Even if humans are destroyed, what does it have to do with ?
But in his mind, he couldn’t help but think of different nas.
Nora Camp, Needham Brown, Daniel Thompson, Martha Owen, Bernal Connor, Bart Owen, Sergey, Willian…
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