Chapter 827: Chapter 492: The “Death” of Freddy_1
As Harrison Clark just arrived at the Mobile Research Space Station located in District 7, the Folding Shadow Battle Armor’s energy was completely depleted.
Martha Owen was standing in the hall behind the entrance hatch, wearing a worried and pained expression.
Although she was the dean of the Institute of Science, biodicine was not her area of expertise, so she couldn’t provide much help inside.
The dical staff and biological scientists inside the treatnt room were extrely busy.
The Mobile Research Space Station had all the necessary facilities, equipnt, and personnel.
Top professionals from the dical Center, Biological Center, and Gene Research Institute under the Institute of Science ca to assist.
At the sa ti, there was a high-intensity Quantum Network Communications link between the Space Station and the rcury Polyhedron Battleship.
With these multiple approaches, the dical capabilities of the Space Station were not inferior to the rcury Battleship.
Harrison Clark didn’t exchange pleasantries with Martha Owen any further. He opened the Folding Shadow Battle Armor, jumped out, and went straight to the treatnt room.
Soone else went to retrieve the box containing Needham Brown’s head, which Harrison Clark didn’t have ti to deal with.
Almost 300 seconds had passed since Freddy was injected with the life support fluid, and Harrison Clark didn’t have much ti left.
Inside the treatnt room, Freddy was lying on the treatnt chair, barely alive.
Countless nano-sized bio-material tubes spread from the bottom of the treatnt chair, penetrated Freddy’s skin through the pores, and replaced the functions of his blood vessels and lymphatic vessels.
Additionally, there was another fiber strand similar to the Prism Ship’s core material that was pierced into Freddy’s neck, directly connecting to his brain.
Freddy’s few silver hairs hung down, his face covered in patches of black discoloration, his cheekbones protruding, his skin dark and dull, with no luster at all.
He looked extrely withered, like a cotton quilt that had lost all its water.
If Harrison Clark didn’t know Freddy was actually a few years younger than him, he would have mistaken him for a dying 300-year-old man.
The dical staff briefly explained Freddy’s condition to Harrison Clark.
Twenty-seven seconds ago, Freddy still had consciousness and could even open his eyes and blink. However, he had now fallen into a deep coma.
His heartbeat had completely stopped, and his body’s circulation had utterly collapsed.
His cells’ mitochondria had largely disintegrated and no longer produced Adenosine Triphosphate.
At this point, all of Freddy’s cellular energy ca from the bio-material tubes.
If Freddy’s brain could be maintained, biomitic nanorobotics could replace the functions of red blood cells, white blood cells, and other mobile cells, continuously supplying synthetic nutrients. In that case, his consciousness could be preserved as much as possible.
Yet, the problem lay in the fact that Freddy’s brain genes were also collapsing rapidly, and neuron cells were disintegrating one after another. Even with life support fluids struggling to hold on, it was too late to save him.
“Dr. Freddy’s body currently has up to 5 billion ultra-nano precision robots in addition to the life-support tubing system. We have built a complete biomitic circulation system in his body, but all our efforts cannot reverse his life’s journey towards its end,”
Harrison Clark considered for 0.1 seconds before stretching out his right hand, “Extract serum from my body and inject it into him. Like Needham Brown, my body also has the Resurrection Factor. Let’s give it a try.”
In fact, Freddy already had the Resurrection Factor inside him. Harrison Clark had injected him with it before, which was why Freddy could absorb Gelasians’ core technology.
Harrison Clark was only trying the sa thing again as a last resort, as a desperate asure to keep Freddy alive.
It was worth giving it a try anyhow, better than doing nothing at all.
The researchers acted quickly. In just over thirty seconds, Harrison Clark’s serum, which contained a large amount of the Resurrection Factor, began to be pumped into Freddy’s body through the biomitic tubes.
Freddy’s reaction was swift; just five seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes.
His murky eyes wandered around aimlessly at first, then quickly focused on Harrison Clark.
What was once like polluted muddy water in his eyes transford rapidly, becoming bright and spirited.
Although Freddy didn’t speak, a voice appeared in Harrison Clark’s personal support system.
“Bro, you’re back?”
Harrison Clark nodded, “Mhmm.”
While talking, Harrison Clark glimpsed at the detection instrunt next to him.
With the new supply of Resurrection Factor, the collapse speed of Freddy’s neuron cells slowed down slightly but did not entirely stop.
This attempt had so effect, but it could only slightly prolong Freddy’s life.
Harrison Clark’s lips quivered, wanting to say sothing like “Freddy, don’t die, you still have work to do.”
However, when the words reached his throat, he felt it was aningless to say anything. Birth, aging, sickness, and death were not only heavenly destiny but also universal laws.
Everyone is destined to part eventually. As soone who was already fated to die a hundred years ago, Freddy had lived another century, and there was little to complain about.
Yet, in these hundred years, Freddy had been constantly busy and working, never experiencing a mont’s rest. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say he worked himself to death.
Perhaps to many hedonists in the twenty-first century, living like Freddy was not considered truly living. But how one interprets life is subjective.
Freddy’s extra century of life was both fortunate and unfortunate.
Harrison Clark was overwheld with emotions and couldn’t decide how to judge the situation.
As he remained silent, it was Freddy who spoke first.
“Bro, I’m sorry. I have to go back on my word and leave first.”
His expression never changed, but his tone was filled with an inescapable sense of loss and regret.
Harrison Clark shook his head, “You didn’t do anything wrong, no need to apologize.”
“Bro, don’t comfort . I know my work is not finished. I’m going to die with regrets, just like Sergey.”
Harrison Clark sat down next to him, the blood pump still connected to his wrists.Blood was quickly being drawn from his veins, and the serum ter beside him was rapidly separating the serum and injecting it into Freddy’s body.
“It’s okay, you’ve done enough. Death isn’t terrible; everyone dies, and countless people sacrifice themselves in every war. There is no need for you to be filled with regret when you’re about to die.”
Harrison Clark tried to comfort him.
Freddy’s head suddenly shook, as if disagreeing. “I know the principle, but I can’t do it. In my past lives, I’ve always admired you infinitely. Before I grasped language and understood everything in chaos, I only had one thought in my mind – to continue the unfinished business you left with Sergey.”
“Compared to the countless Sergeys before , I am incredibly lucky. I have experienced an irreplaceable, unprecedented life. I even got to explore the universe with you and fight together for a great cause. In these hundred years, I’ve been doing my best every day to keep the promise I made to you and Sergey.”
“You probably don’t know, but I’m actually secretly delighted every day. I’m delighted to be able to fight for the greatest cause in human history. Not as a clone of Sergey, but as Freddy, your assistant. I don’t care what others think, but I know that in your heart, I have completely stepped out of Sergey’s shadow and lived a life that belongs to Freddy, right?”
Finally, there was an expression on Freddy’s face.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly, revealing a faint, shy smile.
Harrison Clark nodded, “Yes, you are you, and Sergey is Sergey.”
Freddy agreed, “Then I have no regrets. I believe that in the unknown future when humanity can truly soar freely through the universe and beco an eternal civilization, there will be people who rember that in this era, there was a man nad Freddy Sergey who struggled alongside Sage Harrison Clark.”
Harrison Clark: “I’ll write this down.”
“Ok, brother, goodbye…”
Freddy’s eyes closed again.
His skin began to secrete a gel-like substance that looked like grease. This was the “corpse” of the Gelasians.
After a hundred years of fusion, the Gelasian whose consciousness had long been devoured and occupied by Freddy could finally die in peace.
On the monitor, the fog-like nebula representing Freddy’s consciousness was fluctuating like a heartbeat.
With each fluctuation, it beca a little dimr.
A substantial amount of quantum information was overflowing in the room.
It wasn’t a problem with the equipnt; the source of this information was Freddy’s brain.
Martha Owen silently stood behind Harrison Clark, “Please accept my condolences.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you sad?”
Harrison Clark didn’t answer her but just stared blankly at Freddy with hollow eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
Sad?
Maybe just a little, but Harrison Clark had beco accustod to this persistent feeling of loss.
As the savior who has already lost eight tis, Harrison Clark has too many experiences with loss.
His tolerance for pain is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Martha Owen thought he was overwheld with grief, but she didn’t know the more critical the situation, the more agile his mind beca.
At this mont, Harrison Clark was doing his best to think of a solution.
He blindly told himself that if he could save Freddy once a hundred years ago, he could save him a second ti now.
As long as I want to do sothing and there is even a one-in-a-billion chance of success, I will do it.
As long as Freddy himself didn’t really want to die, Harrison Clark wouldn’t let him die.
You haven’t finished your work!
No easy way out by dying!
Freddy could no longer transmit any information externally, and the quantum storm that ford his thoughts was flickering and struggling like a candle in the wind.
A dical staff mber nearby wiped away tears and said to Harrison Clark, “Lord Sage, Dr. Freddy’s consciousness stream… ”
“What happened?”
“He’s fighting against the force of the expanding universe. He… He actually doesn’t want to die. His will to survive is strong.”
Harrison Clark: “I know, I know.”
While he was talking, his mind was exhausting all its thoughts, trying to co up with a solution.
An imnse amount of information was boiling and rumbling in his mind like boiling water, and he was extracting bits of information one by one.
Gelasians.
Quantum life.
Interface layer network.
Sergey’s obsession.
Freddy, who couldn’t speak due to a congenital genetic defect and incomplete language center.
Song of the Wilderness.
Blank Ones.
The deep neural link pipe inserted into the back of Freddy’s neck.
“Play the Song of the Wilderness directly inside Freddy’s brain! At the sa ti, carry out deep mory retrieval!”
Harrison Clark suddenly issued the command.
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