Chapter 907: Chapter 546: Shadow ntor【3700 words】_2
She wasn’t capable of getting pregnant, but she never complained about it. Whenever it was ntioned, she just laughed it off, saying it was within her expectations, and so there was no regret.
There were so many childfree people in this world. Others had no complaints, and she should be content with what she had, considering herself blessed.
At least that’s how she spoke to Harrison Clark, sincerely too.
But what she really thought deep inside, Harrison Clark wasn’t sure.
The only person he couldn’t fully understand in this world was Carrie Thomas.
Carrie never expected that after her death, soone else would reveal her other side.
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The unpredictable changes of the Star often left Harrison Clark speechless.
In the end, Harrison had to grit his teeth and painstakingly search through her consciousness to understand her real intentions.
The Star was purposely causing his emotions to fluctuate.
“So, what are you planning to do? You can’t possibly just ignore everything and keep yourself imprisoned in this black hole for hundreds of years? Aren’t you afraid of going insane? I’m trying to read your thoughts, but…”
Harrison cracked a smile, “But it’s not that easy to read my thoughts after they’ve been quantumized, right?”
“Yes, the computation required for decoding is too extensive and ti-consuming.”
“You’ll know soon.”
The Star couldn’t get a straight answer, so it had to go take care of its own business.
It destroyed the first energy star system of humankind just for a small experint.
Although no one would bla it, it should still give so explanation to avoid crushing the confidence and passion of the researchers.
After three years of lengthy calculations, the Star has fully analyzed various physical phenona occurring during the conversion of the Cetus UV star into a black hole. It’s ti to provide humanity with so data they’ve never had in the previous tiline.
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The year is 2351.
In a dilapidated three-story house in the slum of the space station on ε Eridani, a slender young man lays dying on a bed.
His na is Franklin Stevens.
Now Franklin is dying, succumbing to the aftereffects of intense radiation exposure and malnutrition among other factors.
Most importantly, he has lost the will to live.
The new era created by Harrison Clark did indeed bring about an overflow of materials and energy, but that was only in the upper echelons.
There will always be so who fall behind, especially in new colonies like ε Eridani, established less than fifty years ago.
Every era is like this, where there is light, there will be shadows.
To maintain the efficient advancent of civilization and elevate the base from its initial C-Class to A-Class as quickly as possible, the rulers of ε Eridani implented two basic policies.
The first is rapid population growth.
The second is the optimal resource allocation system.
The combination of these two policies maintained the stability of ε Eridani’s social operation at an extrely stringent level.
Those who have creative value can master very high resource allocation rights.
People with personality defects, low IQ, and study efficiency unfortunately rated C-Class even with the aid of Carrie’s songs, are in very precarious situations.
These people can only engage in hazardous and hard work, requiring the most basic level of dical services if injured.
It’s not that basic level technology can’t treat people well, but the pain that people have to endure during the treatnt process will definitely far exceed that of the latest Quark restructuring technology.
So people can endure this pain and refine their will, increasing their gene awakening degree a little bit more.
But there are also people who can’t bear it and prefer to die rather than continue their treatnt.
Franklin is one of them.
He painstakingly climbed down from his bed, moved to the table next to him, and slowly chewed the compressed nutrition al brought by the intelligent robot. The nutrition al didn’t have any taste, but at least it satisfied hunger.
He glanced at the data on the life detection system, which showed he had seven days left to live.
His survival instinct rose a bit, and Franklin’s eyelids twitched. He turned his head towards the red button representing dical service application in the holographic projection.
But soon, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.
He rembered the miserable state of his last treatnt half a year ago; he didn’t even complete his first session before he ran away.
He rembered very clearly the look of contempt from the woman at the front desk of the dical center as he fled.
The girl was a childhood friend of Franklin’s. They grew up together in the slum, but she is now part of the upper class with a gene awakening degree of 35.65% while Franklin is a “waste” at 28.77%.
He felt sha over this but still couldn’t muster up the courage to prove himself.
“Forget it, just let die. I am just an insignificant speck of dust among billions of people. Humans have so many talents, one more won’t make a difference, and one less won’t matter. My quiet disappearance might even help ε Eridani advance in its class earlier. Maybe that’s the aning of my existence?”
Franklin murmured to himself, then picked up a small bag wrapped in tin foil next to him.
Inside was a black pill.
Once swallowed, he will die peacefully, and his body will reach the specin level.
The research institute will be able to figure out why his gene awakening progress has been so slow from his “waste” body.
A negative model is still a model.
With a grimace, Franklin tore open the bag.
He was tired of this miserable life.
Just then, his personal intelligent assistant system transmitted directly into his mind: “Hello, Franklin.”
Franklin was shocked.
Since losing his working ability due to his injuries, he had been in absolute social isolation, having not received a private ssage from anyone for at least five years.
It was a young man’s voice that sounded like soone of the sa age.
“Who are you? What do you want?”
He asked, trembling.
The voice replied, “Who I am is not important. What’s important is that you can’t die yet.”
Franklin: “Why?”
“You’re in the wrong place.”
“What?”
“You shouldn’t have been working in a laborer’s position. That’s not where your talent lies.”
“Huh? What do you an?”
“You should beco a scholar.”
“Stop kidding. My composite academic potential rating is D-Class! Do you know what D-Class ans? It ans I won’t even be able to get a high school diploma!”
Suddenly having his wound exposed, Franklin roared angrily.
“Yes, you indeed are D-Class right now. But I can help you change.”
“What do you an?”
“You’re a rare multiple personality holder, aren’t you?”
“How…how did you know?”
“And each of your different personalities can think parallelly, and each of them has an academic potential of D-Class.”
Franklin: “So what! A hundred D-Classes together would still amount to D-Class! I can only awaken one personality at a ti, but each is so weak!”
“I have a thod that can allow your hundred personalities to awaken simultaneously and form an overlapping effect under strict logical thinking guidance. Then you should be S-Class.”
“This…”
“Don’t believe it? Don’t want to know? Don’t want to beco the person you’re truly ant to be?”
“What’s the thod?”
“You start by having a dream. Co into my world and have a long dream.”
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