People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"I?"

Trevor Friston let out a soft, puzzled hum.

"I'll be here. I can answer any questions you have, as long as I know the answer."

He added a final sentence, probably because he was traumatized by Priscilla.

After all, today's reconciliation not only provided the Doctor and Ernst with an explosive amount of information, but also broadened his horizons considerably.

He's still playing the hibernation game, while his colleagues have already started researching how to reopen the universe. Who can he complain to?

Ernst was not satisfied with this answer, and he went a step further:

"I said, Friston, don't you want to go out for a walk?"

"Precyth said she'd travel around Terra before I make a decision, what about you?"

Trevor Friston seemed to hold his breath, even though he didn't have that ability.

"But my duty is to watch over my fellow countrymen."

"There are no more of your compatriots here, Friston, except for a few of us."

Ernst Road.

He could understand Friston's feelings. After all, these things preserved in the sarcophagi were once the sparks of civilization. They carried hope across time, but they did not live to see the light and instead met such an end. How could this not make people sigh with regret?

Now, in this world, perhaps only Trevor Friston, the "Preserver," truly remembers what each person in these coffins looked like in life. He actually had many opportunities to leave, ever since Christensen first stepped into this place of stasis. But he never truly made a choice, because he was in the reverie; he couldn't see any meaning in leaving.

There's nothing wrong with reminiscing; if he hadn't subtly revealed his envy of Precy and the Doctor, Ernst wouldn't have extended the invitation. A person who truly wants to witness and commemorate with their life is equally great. But since he showed a yearning for excitement, for society, and for the future, Ernst decided to give it a try.

"After a grand funeral, people will always go their separate ways. Because the meaning of the dead is given by the living, only in this way can we make their departure worthwhile."

"Your daughter's father was a kind, selfless, and loving genius scientist, not a lifeless gravedigger waiting to decay in the cemetery, was he?"

Ernst paused, glanced at Priscilla and the Doctor who had stopped arguing and were now looking at them, and whispered to Friston beside him:

"You gave them resources, allowing them to begin their story. And that story has been more than colorful and vibrant to this day."

"Now, it's your turn, the first genius."

Chapter 1065 Some people start a new life, while others enjoy the old routine.

Mark Max is waiting anxiously.

The underground conversation had been going on for a long time, but so far he had not received any message from his father.

Following his father's orders, he has taken control of all the weapons of mass destruction that Colombia has built up, setting them all on target in Tremont.

He didn't care how many casualties, how much loss, or how much impact it would have. As long as his father believed that his colleague, the person in charge of Project Originium, had truly "betrayed human civilization," he would inevitably follow his father's wishes and use all his power to kill her, even if the price was to raze the entire Trimont to the ground!

But Mark Max didn't really want to do that.

Everyone knows that the people of prehistoric civilizations are both ruthless and incredibly difficult to kill. Their bodies may be very fragile, but their methods of survival are endless. If anyone wanted to kill Priscilla, Trevor Friston would most likely be killed along with him.

what does this mean?

Mark Max is going to "kill his father without regret"!

Would he agree? Absolutely not!

Therefore, he also hoped that nothing bad would happen in the worst possible situation. (435)

To be honest, this expectation is even a bit humble.

After all, he was just an intelligent AI who had never seen the true appearance of the ancient civilization, while the person in charge of the survival plan was the one who truly bore the responsibility of "ensuring the survival of the civilization." But now, everything seems to have been reversed.

This AI, which did not receive such instructions, had to do its utmost to develop and advance technology in pursuit of the dream of reviving civilization, while also hoping that those in charge of the survival plan would not be the first to collapse.

The ministers are about to fight to the death, why does Your Majesty surrender first?

Mark Max was too afraid to entertain such a rebellious idea; he was now only hoping that Ernst could dissuade them.

My father said that "Treasure" used to play this role, and maybe he can still do it now?

He has also ordered a banquet to be held in Trimone.

The businesses in Tremont were puzzled by the federal government's sudden move, but Mark Max was too lazy to explain this time.

If Lord Ernst and his group's secret talks go smoothly and the outcome is ideal, then this banquet will naturally be a celebration feast prepared for him.

If even Lord Ernst can't persuade Precyth, then this banquet will be his last meal before he is executed.

The entire top brass of Trimont were beheaded!

No one will know what happened in Tremont today. Mark Max will use every means at his disposal to erase all records of what happened here today. People will only believe that some tech company conducted an illegal weapons test, causing an energy outage and the destruction of Tremont.

He will rebuild a new technological city.

This opportunity also allows us to push forward with the safety convention for scientific experiments that Lord Ernst had always wanted to promote. In a way, it would fulfill one of his last wishes.

He will carry this heavy responsibility and continue on his journey.

"Drip."

The alarm installed outside the stasis chamber sounded, and Mark Max snapped back to reality, connecting with the clone that had been pre-deployed next to the stasis chamber. His focused expression made him seem as if he were not a machine.

The doors of the Stasis Chamber slowly opened, and the first person to step out was Kal'tsit.

Her face was ashen, and she walked hurriedly. Though she was walking, her steps were so fast that they left afterimages, as if she were running away. Without looking back, she quickly rushed out of the passageway outside the Stasis Chamber and ran towards the underground elevator built by Rhine Lab.

Mark Max's heart sank.

not good!

Judging from Kal'tsit's appearance, something must have gone wrong in the negotiations!

Should we launch an attack directly?

After a moment of thought, another figure walked out of the door.

This time it was the Doctor and Precyth. The two seemed to have followed Kal'tsit out, chatting incessantly as they walked.

Mark Max's clone, hidden in the shadows, couldn't hear very clearly, but it seemed to be something like, "Kal'tsit, don't go." "Ama-10, stop! What do you mean I used to be your cat? Explain yourself! Are you no longer your cat?"

Even with Mark Max's calculation abilities, he couldn't understand what it meant.

But judging from his tone, although there was some resentment and anger, it didn't seem like what his father had expected—that Prestis would immediately launch a forceful push for the Originium Project in a fit of rage?

Mark Max was a little unsure.

However, on the other hand, why haven't we seen Lord Ernst?

He had just had this thought when he saw Ernst emerge from the stasis chamber.

As he walked, he seemed to be talking to someone, but there was clearly no one around him.

Before Mark Max could figure out who he was talking to, Ernst paused slightly, stopped in his tracks as if searching for something, and then walked toward the direction where his clone was hiding.

"Your Excellency the President?"

He called out.

Mark Max hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward:

"Lord Ernst, how was your communication?"

he asked tentatively.

He was already relieved to see Ernst.

Although Lord Ernst has little martial prowess and seems to have a bit of a masochistic streak, preferring to stay in a small place like Shelag and be the sun rather than accept the large base of Columbia that he could easily relinquish, ultimately, he possesses a kind of magic that makes people feel at ease even just by his presence.

My father once said that if Lord Ernst looked relaxed after the secret talks, it meant the outcome must be good.

If he looks serious, it means the outcome may not be satisfactory, and he is facing a choice.

Of course, if he looks very unwell, it means the talks have broken down.

The worst-case scenario is that he doesn't show up at all.

If that's the case, it means that Precys has made a move, and he must immediately retaliate!

Ernst saw Mark Max hopping out, bent down, picked up his limp body, and nodded when he heard Mark Max's question:

"It's okay."

"There's a lot of information involved, and it's not something that can be explained in a short time, but overall, the result is good."

Whether it's Project Panku, or Project Nursery, a super hybrid of Paradise Pivot, Deep Blue Tree, and Civilization's survival, while none of them can be guaranteed to succeed, at least each has the potential to succeed.

Second, this is hope; having hope is enough.

Moreover, Ernst felt that Mark Max would probably be even happier about something else!

"Mark Max."

A high-pitched call, tinged with a mechanical tone, rang out, and Mark Max jerked his head up to look at the source of the voice on Ernst's shoulder.

Linna was a small, button-like robot.

"Father?"

He uttered a cry of surprise.

Ernst was starting to admire him.

To say that Trevor Friston's current voice is comparable to the difference between his original and the heavily modified version of "See You Again" is so different that even Ernst couldn't help but complain when he first heard it, "What kind of noise is Friston making?"

But Mark Max recognized him in a second.

Their unwavering loyalty is as clear as the sun and moon!

"Father, what's wrong? What's wrong?"

Mark Max stammered for a while, as if there was a bug in his logic, and after a long pause, he asked weakly, with a hint of pessimism:

Are you not satisfied with me?

"Why do you think so?"

Ernst looked completely puzzled.

“My father always entrusted everything to me with confidence, but now he’s leaving the asylum in such a pathetic way. Isn’t this because he’s dissatisfied with me, so he’s lowering himself to come out and judge me?”

Ernst: "You have a rich imagination, Your Excellency the President."

"But your father just finally decided to go out for a walk; there was no other special reason."

Ernst shrugged, causing the button-shaped "Trevor Friston" robot on his shoulder to bounce.

“Friston, your son says you look shabby.”

"There aren't many mechanical materials stored in the stasis chamber. This is the limit I can achieve."

Friston remained silent.

He could actually ask Precys to decompress some materials for him. After all, while he couldn't decompress a person, there were plenty of materials in the Originium.

But he himself was averse to it, and he also didn't want to use Originium materials.

Precys' explanation was indeed sufficient, but sufficient does not mean safe; it may even mean "sufficient danger"!

Consider it an insurance policy; he didn't want any trace of Originium to be found in the components of his "new body."

Of course, he couldn't do all of this on his own. Just as he said, the Institute of Stasis didn't store enough data, and the culmination of the DWDB project, used to preserve data and materials—the continuation of civilization—was no longer in their hands.

So he had no choice but to settle for second best, first piecing together a temporary body from some parts, and then going out to ask his eldest son for help.

Trevor Friston actually thinks the little robot is quite cute; his daughter loved this toy when she was little.

Unfortunately, his eldest son didn't seem to particularly like his aesthetic sense.

Friston felt that it was definitely a difference in aesthetics between boys and girls, and absolutely not a matter of him being out of touch!

"In short, Your Excellency President, your father is about to step out of retirement."

"As for how to design his body in the future, you two can figure that out yourselves."

Ernst picked up the little robot and placed it on Mark Max's head.

Mark Max almost instinctively pulled his head down, nearly shrinking it into his body, as if his head had suddenly gained a thousand pounds of weight.

"Father, father, father, father"

Okay, I got stuck, but thankfully, nothing serious happened.

"Ho-"