People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Christen opened her mouth, raised her hand to make the Er Kang gesture, but before she could speak, she could only awkwardly lower her hand to the empty cabin.

Search QUn:0 [柒鑥潵琉 "Runs really fast".]

After muttering a complaint under his breath, Christensen had no choice but to abandon his idea of ​​having the shapeshifters do his work for free and decided to resume the interrupted record.

But as soon as she turned around, she heard a noise behind her.

She turned around, and the shapeshifter's figure reappeared in the room, though his usually infuriating poker face now looked unusually serious.

"what happens?"

Christen asked.

The shapeshifter looked at her and replied:

"My clone was destroyed by something."

"What is it?" Christensen asked instinctively.

The shapeshifter's expression grew even more serious, and he slowly uttered an answer that even he himself found hard to believe:

"do not know."

He is a shapeshifter. His destructive power may not be too strong, and he does not have any world-destroying Originium Arts. If it were the same as destroying an army group, Blood Lord Ducarre could do it easily with his blood magic, but if it were a shapeshifter, he might have to spend hundreds or thousands of times more time, replacing and assassinating one by one, until the entire army group was filled with his clones.

In modern warfare, his destructive power might not even be as great as a salvo from a high-speed warship. However, he also has his own areas of advantage.

For example, espionage, infiltration, or even just surviving by any means necessary.

Generally speaking, as long as he wants to live, no one can kill him; his vitality is just that tenacious.

But his clone was just instantly killed.

Before he could even react, his consciousness automatically switched to the clone left in the cockpit. The other party was so fast that the shapeshifter could only answer Christensen with "I don't know".

He could only glean a tiny, insignificant piece of information from the last echo from his clone.

"We feel a bit damp."

Christen blinked, looking completely bewildered.

She knew very little about the shapeshifters, and she was unaware of what their words meant, nor of the turmoil raging within the shapeshifter horde at that moment.

He was thinking about three things.

One question is why the being that instantly killed his clone didn't attack this small, defenseless rocket cockpit.

The other question is whether they can return safely.

The last thing—will this thing go back with them?

Last leave slip of the month

I spent the whole day running around to different departments to submit graduation documents. I was really overwhelmed. I just stopped to rest. I still have to write an internship evaluation form and an internship report, which are another 3000 words each. I'm really tired today. This is the last day of leave I'm taking this month. I'm very sorry.

As you've probably seen in the new production team newsletter, Ruppy is coming, but is Victoria's story really over just like that? It's a bit abstract.

Chapter 1024 I've forgotten something, Friston

Columbia, Trimont, deep underground, the Stasis Center.

"Why are you here again so soon?"

The Preservator gave Precys a strange look.

To be honest, he thought he had been a bit too harsh with his words last time. Precys was her friend and junior, and as an elder, he shouldn't have said such unkind things to her, as it would have damaged their friendship of tens of thousands of years.

After the meeting ended badly, Trevor Friston regretted it for a long time and hesitated whether to apologize to Precyth. After all, although the issue of "change" seems so sensitive in the eyes of human civilization, once it occurs, it is like a sharp thorn stuck in one's heart and difficult to remove. But no one has ever said that "change" itself is unchanging.

Precys may have simply undergone some changes in mentality over the long years for various reasons. After all, if nothing unexpected happens, during the tens of thousands of years that they have been in complete silence to avoid the Observers, only Precys, who directly carried out the Originium Project, has had to remain conscious for so long.

Because of the unique nature of Amber and the urgency of time, the imitation Originium was hastily put into use with almost no necessary preliminary experiments and data analysis. As a result, Precys had to monitor the evolution inside the Originium at all times to ensure that this unprecedented technology would not encounter any unknown problems over time.

To put it bluntly, even Trevor Friston, with his circular computer-human heart, was forced into hibernation twice during this long period due to data overflow from his emotion suppression module, resulting in the deletion of a large amount of redundant memory information. How much more so for a human like Precys?

Qi has no way to maintain the integrity of her initial personality by deleting memories, because who knows if the part deleted when the data overflows will affect Project Originium?

If she were to voluntarily delete it, setting aside the irreplaceable parts that followed the start of Project Originium, then what part should be deleted? Is it the foundation of her being, her earliest memories as a human? Or is it the honeymoon period she cherished, the time she spent meeting, getting to know, and falling in love with the prophet? Or perhaps the time when everyone worked together, united in purpose, after she finally found the "treasure" in the apocalypse?

9 At the very least, based on Trevor Friston's understanding of her, Precys would probably not be willing to delete any of those passages.

In Friston's eyes, she was always a stubborn but gentle female scientist.

4. If possible, Trevor Friston would prefer to help her gradually return to her original state through guidance, persuasion, companionship, and support.

He had even started planning to contact Ernst after this incident, asking him to bring the prophet—let's call him "Doctor" for now, since he's lost his memories of human civilization—to Columbia. Then, the group could get together, have a good chat through "debate," open their hearts, and enjoy a hot pot meal together.

"Treasure" loved eating this back then, and always liked to say things like, "Hot pot is a Chongqing specialty, you have to try it. The future of civilization, the hope of mankind, let's talk about it while we eat."

The tripe that he cooked was even "voluntarily provided" by Luo's good friend, and Ed "kindly disposed of" it.

Trevor Friston was momentarily stunned, and when he came to his senses, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Sigh, when people get old, they always like to think about the past.

He truly hadn't expected Priscilla to return so quickly, which completely disrupted all his plans. But he still tried to soften his tone and asked gently:

"Prismus, what's the matter?"

"Friston, do you know where Los is?"

Precys's question was exceptionally direct, and Trevor Friston's recently calmed emotions were instantly stirred up again.

In an instant, the atmosphere inside the stasis chamber resembled that of the Jianghuai region during the rainy season—dull and oppressive, yet carrying a sense of urgency as a downpour approached. Trevor Friston shifted his massive, spherical body somewhat awkwardly, pointing his camera more clearly at Priscilla, and asked in a particularly surprised tone:

"You do not know?"

Precys shook his head:

"I thought I knew."

Trevor Friston's voice was even more astonished, as if he found Precy's answer unbelievable:

"She's not in the sea?"

Precys shook his head in denial once again:

“I have smashed open every crevice of the reef and examined the composition of every grain of sea sand. In the experimental facility of the [Nurturer] Project, there are only the remnants of the living corpse left behind by the Deep Blue Tree. He and her will have disappeared from all my observations.”

Trevor Friston paused for a moment, then confirmed:

"So you mean she's at least not completely out of her mind right now?"

Precys paused for a moment, then nodded helplessly.

Trevor Friston was even more speechless than Precyth.

If we're talking about a typical STEM girl like Precy, then logically, when she describes something, she should be simple, clear, and full of mathematical charm that can be understood and easily interpreted at a glance. Even if she tries to elaborate, she could at most come up with a redundant description like "greater than two but no more than four".

But I don't know which heartless guy fed Precy a bunch of witty remarks, which is why she now often speaks very long sentences, full of complex, beautiful and exaggerated rhetoric, as well as rigorous, meticulous, and data-driven logic.

Listen carefully, and you'll definitely be able to understand. But generally speaking, if you really listen carefully, you're bound to be bombarded with displays of affection between her and the prophet.

Trevor Friston is relatively better off; he has a happy family—at least it used to be—so he mostly just mutters things like "These young people nowadays!" without much reaction. But it's Ed, "Treasure," and Lo and his friends...

Haha, damn it, he's got a hard fist!

However, despite his speechlessness, Trevor Friston realized the seriousness of the problem.

Theoretically, all those in charge of the continuation plan must keep abreast of the progress of the plan, barring unforeseen circumstances.

Precys will monitor the Originium Project and process redundant information at the research institute within the internalized universe. Trevor Friston will guard the Stasis Center and keep a close eye on the sarcophagus. Ed, who is in charge of Heaven's Pivot, may have already met with misfortune, but if he has survived by some other means, he will most likely continue to monitor the situation at Heaven's Pivot, or at the very least, he will have some backup plans.

Luo should do the same.

But Luo is a rather special one among them—her project is in the sea.

Whether it was the "Preserver" plan, the Heavenly Pivot, or the Originium, when carrying out the plan, everyone chose land as the initial location. Only Luo was in the sea.

At the time, none of them raised any objections. The [Preserver] project didn't take up much space at all; they could just dig a hole and put the sarcophagus there. At most, they could have "Treasure" come and take a look at the feng shui and choose a secluded spot by the mountains and water. But "Treasure" had already been lying on a flat board for a long time (this one was really lying on a flat board). As for Originium and Heaven's Pivot, one of them was mainly located outside Terra and its main layout was in the universe. The other one was simply created and placed in the internal universe to run its own private server, without needing to distinguish between land and sea.

Therefore, when Luo proposed that "my big friends need a larger space to develop," everyone readily agreed, giving the ocean to the [Nurturer] plan, namely the [Deep Blue Tree], so that she could enjoy the experience alone.

The result is now better.

Luo, where are you? You're not in the sea at all, where did you go?!

"The Deep Blue Tree still stands, but Luo's will is gone."

Trevor Friston muttered to himself in thought as he watched Precyth:

"By the way, Precys, what do you want with Lo?"

"It's nothing, just to make sure nothing unexpected happens."

Precys was quite frank; this time he didn't lie to Trevor Friston or make up any excuses, but answered sincerely.

"The success rate of Project Originium has been steadily increasing. After the treasure awakens, we also have the opportunity to further study [Amber]. Therefore, I think it is necessary to ensure that other projects do not encounter any unexpected events at this time that could affect the treasure or Originium."

Friston paused for a moment, then said nothing.

That's indeed the logic. They did have such an agreement: if any person in charge could ensure that their plan had a success rate of more than 50%, then they could request the other persons in charge to stop other plans and concentrate all resources on one point to ensure the stable success of the remaining plan.

A 50% chance is already quite rare; such a probability was unthinkable for them back then! If Precys wasn't joking, Trevor Friston wouldn't be angry at all; on the contrary, he would be happy for her.

As long as she doesn't violate any principles, they can still be good colleagues.

Precys followed up with:

Do you have any other ideas?

Trevor Friston paused.

He actually does have one, but it's not something he can say outright.

After hesitating for a moment, he gave Precys a reminder:

"Prismus, if something happens to the prophet, where will you go first?"

"Rhode Island."

Precys answered without hesitation.

This was also her initial choice: to place the prophet in a sarcophagus on Rhodes Island, put her into hibernation, and then enter the internalized universe to monitor the progress of Project Originium.

"Do you remember, given Luo's personality, what choice did she make after the treasure went wrong?"

Precys paused, as if remembering something, his expression turning somber and dim for a moment.

Trevor Friston didn't say anything more, but simply looked away.

He felt it would be impolite to continue, but the next second, he heard a soft voice that resonated in his heart like a thunderclap:

"Sorry, Friston, I almost forgot. Did she also build her own spaceship?"

Chapter 1025 Project Panku

Rhodes Island, the Doctor's hibernation place, the former mobile base of the Tower of Babel, is now the home of Kal'tsit, Amiya, and a host of other operators.

But it also has another identity.

It is the spaceship of Precys and the Doctor.

The prophet piloted this very ship to retrieve Precyrus from the wreckage of a dying star, thus beginning that story.

Therefore, after Project Originium entered the application phase, Prestis arranged for the Prophet to go into hibernation on Rhodes Island. Because that's where their story began. And what about Naro?

Trevor Friston felt he had made his hints quite obvious, essentially tantamount to making them explicit.

When Project Originium officially entered its next phase, Luo went directly to the lunar observation station to question the prophet, something they all remembered very clearly.

The place where "Treasure" first met was that observation station, and the place where "Treasure" ultimately sacrificed herself was also that observation station. Lo's personality is remarkably similar to Priscilla's in some ways. Judging others by one's own standards, Priscilla would surely know where Lo would be right now if she weren't monitoring her "Nurturer" project in the ocean.

Precys's answer

Perhaps Trevor Friston shouldn't have said that: the stasis chamber was warm, the temperature control system was always running, making this underground space spring-like all year round, regardless of winter or summer, but Trevor Friston felt a chill in his heart.

Did Priscilla forget?

"Did she also build her own spaceship?"

She still remembered Rhodes Island's purpose, and that she had once placed the Seer in Rhodes Island's hibernation pods, but her understanding of her other colleagues was clearly flawed.

Rocco never built any spaceships.

Did she not understand what she meant, or was she pretending to be stupid, or did she really forget that Luo's most likely place right now is that lunar observation station?

What is she thinking right now?