Chapter 684: Chapter 426: A Lonelier Wait【7400-word Super Large Chapter】_3
If Harrison Clark could find a more complete database and build a quantum brain with enough performance, he could also upgrade the No.2’s quasi-curvature flight to curvature flight, allowing the Morrowind No.2 to reach 9.999… tis the speed of light.
Now everything is ready, only lacking the quantum chip.
Even if he could find just one, he could try to synthesize more with the high-precision Quark device, and the problem of artificial intelligence computational power demand would be solved.
Space compression and mass-energy conversion technology would also be restored to a large extent. In addition to taking the No.2 out of the solar system, he could at least build himself a single-manned equipnt comparable to the Hawk Armor.
He placed all his hopes in Sergey’s secret base.
Three days later, Harrison built a modular Super Calculation Center covering an area of three hectares on the central ridge of Hamrsley Ridge.
The comprehensive computing power of the Super Calculation Center was roughly equivalent to all the computing power possessed by humans in the 2050s in the Eighth Tiline.
Four days later, all the calculations finally converged into one answer.
The answer was a small mound about ten ters high.
In fact, Harrison had passed by this mound more than once before but didn’t think much of it.
There were at least a thousand mounds like this in the valley of the mountain range, and they were so common that they hardly deserved ntion.
But after double calculations of statistics and probability, combined with an analysis of the geological tendencies of small plate movents, a highly unusual conclusion erged.
The probability that this mound was ford due to the natural movent of the earth’s crust plates was less than 1%, and it took countless coincidences to form it.
If there was anything unnatural or abnormal in Hamrsley Ridge, it had to be this mound.
Harrison took imdiate action, collecting samples, testing half-lives, and material compositions.
The results ca out quickly.
The soil in the mound seed no different from ordinary soil, but it was actually mantle material.
By asuring the half-life, Harrison found that the soil samples he had collected from different depths underwent violent chemical reactions at different tis, with changes occurring from the outer layer to the inner layer at multi-gradient progressive intervals, dating back to thirty years ago, fifty-six years ago, seventy-two years ago, and all the way back to four hundred and twenty years ago.
The case was solved.
Sergey’s base was located directly below this spot in the Earth’s mantle.
He went back to base and started building a manned drilling exploration machine.
Two days later, he returned to the site and started digging.
The drill bit rumbled down along the position of the mound.
The powerful superalloy drill bit broke through the soil layer, then the rock layer, collided head-on with the iron ore layer and the silicate layer, slowed down slightly, and continued to advance.
Fourteen hours later, the exploration drill reached a depth of 50 kiloters underground.
At this point, he had completely entered the mantle and was in the midst of a magma lting structure.
This was not his first ti going underground, so he was quite familiar with it, but this ti he didn’t have the composite shield on his vehicle. Although the alloy drill bit would not easily lt, the high temperatures inside the vehicle were almost unbearable, and even his carefully designed temperature control system couldn’t withstand it.
The temperature in the cabin was rising rapidly, and Harrison was sweating profusely.
His judgnt was correct; there was indeed a huge tal structure here, but the outer shell of the structure had a composite shield, and he couldn’t get in.
No matter how much he increased the drill bit’s power, he couldn’t advance an inch further.
After five minutes of effort, the cabin temperature had already exceeded 100 degrees, and the temperature control system was about to fail due to overload within a minute.
Harrison was infuriated and wanted to curse at the sky, thinking it was like seeing a ghost.
I, a Galaxy Warrior, can’t be thwarted by being underground on Earth, can I?
Back in the day, not to ntion the mantle, I’d even been to the Earth’s Core.
Should I retreat and improve my equipnt before coming back down?
Harrison quickly rejected the idea.
Although the drill bit was a hastily produced project, it had indeed pushed all the available parts to their limits, and without a shield, this was as good as it could get.
With his own abilities, there was no way he could revolutionize the technology and going back wouldn’t help either.
October 27th wasn’t far away, and ti was running out.
Just as he felt like there was no way forward or back, the shield ahead suddenly changed.
The drill bit slid through without any resistance, entering an open space, and fell toward the tal shell layer a hundred ters below.
As Harrison was wondering if he should abandon the cabin and escape, so he wouldn’t crash into a sandwich cookie, dozens of tal arms appeared from below, firmly grasping the drill bit and setting it down gently.
After stopping, Harrison tried to open the cabin door, but the tal arms that were holding the drill bit were pressing against the outward-opening door.
He turned on the radio communicator, dialed the full-frequency radio communication, and asked, “Is there anyone there?”
“Follow .”
A youth’s voice ca through the communicator in Chinese.
Harrison was stunned, confused.
“Sergey?”
He asked again.
The youth replied again, “Follow .”
Harrison was furious, “Then at least open my door!”
He was t with yet another “Follow .”
Harrison could confirm this was not a recording, because there was a real person speaking on the other side, as each “follow ” was slightly different in tone and intonation, seemingly more and more impatient.
He was also getting impatient, so he tried to forcefully kick the cabin door open, only to realize it would be an impossible task considering the alloy could withstand the intense pressure of the mantle.
“I know you’re Sergey, stop playing gas. I’m Harrison Clark; open the door for , I can’t get out.”
Harrison thought for a mont, saying so.
About ten seconds later, those stupid and dull tal arms finally let go.
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