Chapter 990: Chapter 613: The Clay Figure Sinking into the River of Forgetfulness_2 Chapter 990: Chapter 613: The Clay Figure Sinking into the River of Forgetfulness_2 After decades of extensive experints, scientists discovered that the Fish Star People’s abilities were preserved even after their death.
As the speed continuously increased and approached the speed of light, as long as there was sufficient energy supply, the basic particles composing the main part of the Corpse Planet would emit radiation waves under the stimulation of the space elongation effect, presenting oscillating characteristics of wave-particle duality.
These oscillating real energy-level basic particles would collide with actual energy particles generated “out of thin air” in the universe.
The two parties involved in the collision would simultaneously annihilate and release light and heat energy outward.
anwhile, the energy poured from the rear would be influenced by the radiation waves and be converted into replicas identical to the original real energy particles of the Corpse Planet.
As long as the energy supply from the rear was not interrupted, the mass of the Corpse Planet would not decrease due to the release of light and heat but would remain at a constant state.
The research institute’s energy storage housed a terrifying amount of super antimatter annihilation batteries and fast conversion bio-batteries, and was also equipped with extrely powerful dark energy capture collectors.
According to the design standards, without the collector running, the research institute’s stored energy could maintain for 5,000 years at light speed.
By turning on the collector, it could even last for tens of thousands of years.
This made the Corpse Planet the perfect cover for human flying vehicles to achieve true light speed.
Although the resurrection by this thod was Harrison Clark’s temporary decision, the seven years of preparation allowed humans to make extensive and detailed plans and arrangents around this plan.
Today’s Morrowind Empire inherited Harrison Clark’s good tradition. They wouldn’t fight unprepared battles. As long as ti and external conditions permit, everything must be done thoroughly and ticulously, leaving no loopholes.
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Harrison Clark was still staggering forward in the Foggy Forest.
He no longer asked himself questions because he had forgotten his own na.
The eerie silence in the forest was because he had forgotten all the sounds he had ever heard in his mory.
The fog before his eyes turned pitch black, and he couldn’t see his hand when he reached out because he had forgotten all the images his vision had ever seen.
The strong sll of organic matter unique to the forest, which was once irremovable, disappeared, and he even forgot the sense of sll.
Sweat and blood beads dripped from his forehead into the corner of his mouth, staining his lips red, but he didn’t know. His sense of taste was also gone.
Grass and thorns scraped his skin, but he didn’t feel any pain. He had forgotten all the senses his body had ever felt.
Harrison Clark stripped off his five senses voluntarily, but interestingly, he still knew which direction to go.
What followed behind him along the way was no longer fabric strips, but his own flesh and blood.
At this mont, in the depths of Harrison Clark’s mind, there were no specific scenes, no sounds, just an endless pitch-black world.
Floating in the distant place in the pitch-black world, there was a light point the size of a soybean.
The firefly-like light flickered and swayed, suddenly bright, suddenly dark.
Every ti the light flickered, Harrison Clark would take a step forward.
This light held the last remaining piece of information in his mind.
A string of symbols that he could no longer understand, running horizontally and vertically, with powerful strokes.
It was the nas of over ten people, such as “Carrie Thomas, Nora Camp, Daniel Thompson, Needham Brown, Ward Owen, Rainer…” which he wrote himself with a pen.
This was his last treasure.
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In the research institute base, Lila Brown still sat solemnly at her work station, staring at the top right corner of the virtual projection with unwavering eyes, with nurous pieces of information tumbling in her mind.
On the top right corner of each person’s workbench in the research institute, there was a green-font percentage parater, slowly increasing by 0.01% every 3153.6 seconds.
This parater is the integration of Harrison Clark’s soul core and resurrection embryo, which has now reached 97.76%. This is higher than any data obtained in any simulation test so far, just a step away from success, but still worlds apart.
For more than two years, everyone in the research institute has hardly had a break except for the necessary rest, yet they still haven’t been able to find a solution for the fatal flaw exposed before departure, and the success rate has not reached the perfect figure of 100%.
Lila Brown was racking her brains, scratching her ears and cheeks in frustration.
Compared to more than two years ago, her ntal state had worsened considerably.In recent six months, the physical conditions of colleagues have shown signs of abnormalities successively. Many people have beco inexplicably weak and susceptible to diseases. The cases of colds and fevers are countless.
Even thousands of people have succumbed to the illness, and full-body replacent surgery could not save them.
Although Lila Brown didn’t die, she often feels tired and fatigued. The pain in her chest is more frequent.
During every attack, the reproduction speed of the heterologous DNA was faster than the last ti, the reaction more intense, and the affected body tissues more extensive.
Her Personal dical Security System has sounded several alerts, reminding her that her health condition has reached a stage where 98% full-body replacent surgery must be perford as soon as possible.
The so-called 98% replacent surgery ans that the human brain weighs 2% of the human body. Besides the brain, the remaining 98% of the body is rebuilt through actual energy level surgery.
If Lila Brown continues to refuse surgery, after about thirty more attacks, or five months, the heterologous DNA will directly invade her brain. By then, it would be as if her death countdown tir had started.
But now she didn’t care about that.
After undergoing a 98% full-body replacent surgery with an actual energy level, she would need at least two months to fully recover and regain complete ntal capacity, and even the success of the surgery is not guaranteed.
She thought it would be better to keep on going like this. Anyway, the Corpse Planet would have been accelerated to the speed of light in less than five months, by which point she would already be dead.
After half an hour of ditation, Lila Brown finally sorted out so ideas and was about to input a new plan when the parater in the upper right corner jumped again and changed to 97.77%.
The next mont.
The_green_font suddenly turned bright red.
An ear-piercing alarm, like an air defense alarm from a thousand years ago, sounded through_the_research_institute.
Lila Brown jumped to her feet and quickly called up the surveillance model of the original gene embryo.
The embryo, containing the soul of the sages, was tumbling and shaking with an extrely chaotic trajectory. The quantum entanglent signals it released to the outside world beca frenzied, like a storm.
Lila Brown’s breath quickened.
The thing everyone was afraid of had finally happened.
Just a mont ago, the energy absorption requirents of the fragile embryos undergoing resurrection suddenly increased by billions of tis, instantly draining the nutrients of the culture fluid in the culture tank.
Despite the rapid response of backup tanks, countless tubes filled with a massive amount of nutrient-fluid were pumped back in at high speed, but the brief period of energy shortage had already severely damaged the embryo.
The embryo is dying.
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In the Foggy Forest, Harrison Clark finally stopped moving forward.
With his eyes closed, he stood still like a statue.
His back was hunched, his hands suspended in the air.
From the tips of his fingers, bright red blood dripped to the ground, splashing on the muddy ground, and quickly disappeared.
From wounds on almost every inch of his skin, more blood seeped, flowing down his back, thighs, calves, and onto the ground, where it was quickly absorbed and disappeared as if by magic.
At the sa ti, the fog around him began to descend to the ground and slowly turned back into water.
Shortly after, the ground began to leak water outwards.
The water level rapidly rose, first covering his ankles, and then continued to climb up his body until he was fully subrged.
Once subrged, Harrison Clark’s body began to blur.
He was dissolving like a clay man in water.
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Outside, Jas Wright instantly issued hundreds of commands.
Various stimulating asures have been taken.
The embryo must be stabilized as soon as possible!
He must be saved!
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