Durin's Diary

Chapter 1033 No Reward

The entrance to Plato's Refuge wasn't large; Tanya even had to duck. However, the passageway was quite clean, clearly well-maintained.

“This is the backup entrance. The main entrance was damaged in an earthquake a few years ago, and there are no spare parts to repair it.” Plato looked helpless when he mentioned this: “I told the engineers who built the ecosystem before not to build a geological simulation system, but no one listened to me. The head of the engineers even said that earthquakes are also part of human civilization.”

"Damn it, this isn't an earthquake zone. Which engineering class did they come from?" Rationalism asked, frowning.

"Holland Mitchell, Third Engineering Class".

"Damn, that guy, stop complaining. When Chaos came out, someone in his group used a teleportation technique, and then he and his entire group died in the second landing zone." The Avatar of Rationality sighed at this point: "You shouldn't complain about him either. Although he is indeed an idiot, he's a real go-getter when things get tough. He's a good guy."

"Can you please stop swearing?"

“What I just said is an insult to you. Holland Mitchell is a stubborn guy with his own set of theories, but his geological simulation system did successfully simulate earthquakes and is very capable. I didn’t insult him.”

"You've already called him an idiot."

"The word 'idiot' was used to describe him because he was too stubborn; it's a neutral term. But I just called you an idiot because you really are an idiot; it's a derogatory term."

It was only by forcefully pulling Plato away that the kid didn't go and beat up the embodiment of reason.

Dulin forced himself not to laugh.

But Tanya actually laughed.

………………

The Ark Vault was quite large. After entering the central area, Dulin saw many children. They were with even younger children; the former were likely omnics, and the latter were probably children they had raised.

“After they have received their education and grown up, they will be sent to various places,” Plato said.

Tanya looked at the children in front of her and felt a little strange: "Aren't these children curious about us?"

"Because they haven't loaded the emotional instruction set yet." With that, Plato led his group into the central core area.

"Mrs. Nogel asked me to build the shelter. She told me that if I didn't want the children to be easily manipulated, I had to raise them like androids. So she gave me her personality reprogramming system. The children would undergo personality programming one by one. Their memories here would be erased. They would become all kinds of orphans, sent to orphanages in various places, whether voluntarily or involuntarily. These young people have the purest hearts. Because of this, many of them eventually devoted themselves to Northernism..."

"I don't even know what to say to you," the embodiment of rationality sighed.

“I know this is unreasonable, but for the survival of civilization, I have to do it.” Plato said, looking at Dulin: “Dulin, can you understand me?”

Dulin nodded: "The people of Changtang have sacrificed too much for the survival of civilization, so much so that I feel that such sacrifices are nothing. But I am telling you now that I have destroyed the four evil gods led by Akar. You no longer need to raise these children. Their sacrifices have been rewarded."

“I know, thank you.” Plato sighed after speaking, “Actually, even without you, the shelter is already struggling to survive because there aren’t enough uncontaminated embryos and genetic material left. Many of the ancestors of humans outside have orc genes, and the shelter’s system uses a locking system, which cannot successfully activate these embryos and genetic material. In three years, the shelter will no longer be able to release children on a large scale.” “So what are you going to do next?” Dulin asked curiously.

“From now on, I can only use precise, targeted delivery, sending carefully nurtured children to specific families, placing the hope of changing the future on them.” Plato shook his head at this point, looking somewhat pessimistic: “I know this is very unreasonable, but for the future of civilization.”

“You’re doing it wrong,” Dulin said, “One child can’t change the future of human civilization; you need countless children.”

“The shelter no longer has enough embryos and genetic material.” Plato looked at Dulin: “I remember saying that.”

“Yes, you said that, but have you ever thought about how many children outside the shelter can’t afford to go to school and learn for various reasons, and end up destitute for life? Plato, come with me, let’s build a huge school to absorb these children, teach them knowledge, and tell them that human civilization requires the efforts of everyone.”

Dulin then reached out to Plato and said, “Let’s go, load these children with emotional instruction sets, and take them to see the outside world.”

“That would require a lot of money, wouldn’t it?” Plato looked at Dulin, still somewhat unsure.

"Are you really not watching the news in the Western Continent? Standing in front of you is the Duke of Austria and Switzerland, the Grand Duke of Great Woodland, the Duke of Lublin. If he didn't have money, there would be no rich people in the Western Continent." Eleven pointed at Dulin and laughed.

Plato shook his head: "I'm already very busy managing the shelter, so I really don't know much about it."

"That's alright then. Get ready. The shelter will be handed over to me, Duke Alkin, for management. Some sensitive items can be dismantled or sealed. What do you plan to do with the remaining embryos and genetic material?" Dulin asked.

“…What do you think about bringing them into this world?” Plato asked. “I don’t want to waste these embryos and genetic material; they were all donated by the people of Earth back then…”

Dulin understood what he meant, so he nodded: "How many embryos and genetic material are still available for pairing?"

"About thirty thousand."

"Bring them all to Lublin, and the academy will be built in Lublin."

Dulin made the decision.

………………

When the old Duke of Altyn heard that his beloved grandson-in-law had arrived, he even dug a shelter out of his own woodland.

He was somewhat proud—the refuge was good; it was a product of the old era, and whether used as a warehouse or a base, it was an excellent choice.

So he decided not to continue playing cards at his old friend's house, but instead took his curious old friend back to the manor to see the refuge.

Then, when he stepped onto the rooftop of his own manor through the portal, he was dumbfounded by the sight of tents scattered all around the manor.

No, is my manor under siege?!
(End of this chapter)