Chapter 919: Chapter 555: The Sa Direction_1
“Alright, let’s set a deadline of ten years. If you can replicate the ZS Bacteria within that ti, I guarantee you, even if it costs my life, I will create a three-dinsional subspace for you.”
After so hesitation, Maxwell Owen decided to go all in.
Willian smiled, his usually serious expression revealing a youthful vitality for once. “Director Owen, you’re too modest. After all, in the previous tiline, you were able to create a Particle-interference Bomb under conditions where the technology was completely unavailable.”
Maxwell Owen waved dismissively, “Alright, alright, I don’t need you to praise .”
Just as Willian was about to leave, Maxwell Owen reminded him sharply from behind, “It’s fine if you can read and understand history on your own; that’s your own ability. But let warn you: do not share what you’ve discovered with others who don’t know. As the sages once said…”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Everyone has their own different, ever-changing fate. So knowing one’s future in advance might not necessarily be a happy thing. Right? I may only be sixteen, but I’m wise beyond my years.”
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“Go on, go on.”
Maxwell Owen waved irritably.
It was only after Willian left the office that Maxwell Owen murmured to himself, “I wonder how high this kid can reach this ti.”
Though he didn’t want to admit it, the Institute Director secretly envied Willian’s accomplishnts.
He knew perfectly well.
Even if he hadn’t aged and was at the sa starting line as Willian, he could never catch up to Willian’s heights.
Creating a three-dinsional subspace was his limit.
But Maxwell Owen knew that if Willian succeeded, the ZS Bacteria would just be the beginning.
“The sages were right. People without perseverance really can’t stand this kind of blow.”
Maxwell Owen muttered to himself, closed the book, and stepped out of the room.
He needed so fresh air.
The sun was shining brightly outside.
The sun hung high in the sky.
Green trees, like a thick carpet, adorned the garden-style Summit Research Institute, where birds occasionally flew overhead and beasts road through the woods.
Pointed white houses were scattered among the trees.
By the ti technology reached the new peak of the twenty-sixth century, humanity dressed the Earth as if it were the ancient world of millions of years ago.
Space-ti seed like a subtle cycle.
…
“Commander Glen, in seventy-two hours, we will arrive at thuselah Star.”
A small-scale fleet was slowly traveling through the universe at half the speed of light.
In the command cabin of the New Heart Fire, Sumit, dressed in a dashing military uniform, addressed Glen, who was dozing off in the commander’s seat.
Glen opened his sleepy eyes, “Is that so? Alright, execute Plan A.”
Plan A was the most ordinary and routine developnt plan formulated by the Empire’s Science Departnt before departure.
The Bonnie Fleet would first establish a residential space station colony around thuselah Star and initiate a rapid racial propagation plan, aiming to reach a population of ten billion within twenty years.
The fleet carried as many as twenty billion frozen embryos.
The mission of the nearly one million crew mbers accompanying the fleet included both conducting scientific investigations on site and constructing bases.
In the age of interstellar travel, as humans were unable to master cryogenic technology for the human body, and the human lifespan could never break the threshold of five hundred years, frozen embryos played an unprecedentedly important role in the process of human colonization and expansion.
With their finite lifespans, humanity faced birth, aging, sickness, and death, and could only pin their hopes on successive generations to occupy more cosmic space.
Of course, so yearned for eternal life and, in the twenty-fourth century, so resource allocators even invested enormous funds and a great deal of manpower in trying to find the technology for immortality beyond Harrison Clark’s Millennium Plan.
Although Harrison Clark had long said that immortality was a pipe dream for humans, people still dreamt of it.
These people tried various thods such as anti-aging, mind freezing, cryogenics, chanical transformation, cloning substitution… and so on, but there was always one insurmountable problem.
Human thought could not be fixed.
Even if soone successfully transferred the mories of an elderly person into their own cloned brain, the resulting person’s mind would collapse within days, rendering the copied brain a aningless mass of organic matter.
Others, like Harrison Clark, tried to convert their thoughts into quantum forms and enter the Quantum Network, but the mories of these people were cruelly assimilated as data into the network and beca the “nutrients” for countless stars.
The independent consciousness of these people vanished.
Their lives beca a minute part of the vast narrative of human history.Human desire for immortality persisted until the end of the 25th century before finally coming to an end.
Only then did people fully recognize reality.
“No one” can live forever.
That is the fundantal rule that the universe has bestowed upon humanity.
Now, Glen seed to be facing the end of his life in no ti.
Soon to be 180 years old, Glen looked much older than his peers, with sparse hair and cloudy eyes, and his years of alcohol abuse left his cheeks flushed.
He didn’t look like a fleet commander at all, but rather an old, fallen man who was despised by others.
Sumit had privately filed many reports demanding a change of commander, but her requests were ignored, with no response.
Nobody rejected them or signed and sealed them for her.
Sumit was helpless.
Being a chief of staff was truly frustrating.
She could only secretly rejoice in the fact that, thankfully, the journey lasted only ten years; otherwise, her life could have been ruined here.
Sumit: “Mr. Glen, our journey is about to reach its end, so do you only have one sentence to say? Execute Plan A? That’s it?”
Glen nodded, “Yeah. What else should I say? Give an impassioned speech?”
Sumit held her forehead, “I can’t believe it. You were the hero who saved the day during the K Star journey.”
Glen laughed loudly, “Little girl, the universe is so vast and full of wonders, there are many things you wouldn’t dare believe.”
“I’ve seen your resu, and you used to be… ”
“Soone full of passion for life?”
“Yes.”
“People change. Anyway, I rember in Plan A, it was written that after the establishnt of the colony, you will be transferred to be an administrative officer, right?”
“Yes.”
“That’s good. Then please use your privilege to prepare a small combat-class spacecraft for .”
“What are you going to do?”
“Go where I’m supposed to go.”
Sumit: “…”
Back on Earth, Willian was waving goodbye to his many close friends and parents.
During the past ten years, not only had he completed the reconstruction of ZS Bacteria, but he had also completed the theoretical deduction of the pseudo-quantum virus.
Now, he was about to continue his “dangerous” research in the world’s first complete three-dinsional subspace, built for him by Principal Maxwell Owen himself.
The three-dinsional subspace was created inside a palm-sized tal sphere.
The characteristics of the tal sphere were sowhat similar to those of the Egyptian tribe core.
During Maxwell Owen’s research process, the stable unified aggregation force within the Egyptian tribe core provided him with nurous references and ideas.
The tal sphere would be buried inside an unnad asteroid in the Kuiper asteroid belt.
From now on, Willian would be isolated and alone, until he completed all his unfinished business.
At the age of 27, Willian refused all assistants.
Compared to ten years ago, his body was even thinner.
In this era of nutritional advancent, being as thin as Willian was nothing short of a miracle.
As Willian stepped onto the spacecraft, Victor Wright approached him, shook hands with his son, patted him on the shoulder, but said nothing.
Willian’s mother looked at him anxiously, “Once you’re in there alone, be sure to strictly follow the AI reminders, eat on ti, and ensure proper nutrition. If your body breaks down first, nothing can be accomplished.”
Willian nodded, “I understand.”
He turned around.
The spacecraft took off.
In two completely different places, separated by 190 light-years and blocked by a do, two people with different destinies unknowingly moved toward the sa direction.
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