Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

What does a century mean?

For the vast majority of people, that's a unit that usually only appears in history books.

Few people can live that long.

And hardly anyone would have written in their diary that one summer a century ago, a certain place met a certain...

Without an observer, the man named Ark, like the vast majority of students who graduated from 985 colleges, would probably graduate with an excellent grade and then find a pretty good job with a relatively generous salary, and then get married and have kids and live their lives in peace.

What does it have to do with butterflies that have only a week of life, even if the Earth or the universe is going to be destroyed in hundreds of thousands or millions of years?

Perhaps this is the most logical life to live every day without thinking about distant things.

If you make another choice...

Even the Ark itself had no confidence, and he would certainly have made a very different choice than the few "chosen" people who had appeared on the planet.

That is, abandon the mission of the system, the mission of the body and the curiosity of the universe, go back to the planet and live in peace and leave those troublesome things to future generations to do...

On a cold metal surface, lightly imprinted is a robot with a soft curve, albeit lacquered.

The sound of a slight air leak, like being touched by a switch, is a metal cube like a coffin, slowly pushing out a gap.

Staring at all this, Professor Leonard opened his mouth and filled his eyes with incredible expressions and shocks.

“The dormant compartment… is indeed the dormant compartment, just like the one Professor Vernal described in his notes! ”

“… a dormant compartment, like a headstone, sits in a spacious cave, and the texture engraved on the stone is like a spell that seals an ancient memory. He is more ancient than the pyramids and figurines. He is more ancient than the oldest kingdom on earth. When the end comes, Mars will crawl and pray, bringing hope to a new era and swallowing the bitter fruits of death...”

His lips trembled slightly, and Professor Leonard recited the note, staring dead at the slowly opening metal coffin.

In time, a well-known history suddenly appeared in his mind.

It's that guy!

And it was at the same moment that he remembered the passage of chapter 3: 14 of the Old Testament:

[Deciding that the heads of men in the valley shall tremble only because the day of the Lord is near here.

The blue rays of light in the cave disperse the darkness.

As the metal housing opens completely, it reveals the oily solution inside, as well as the man immersed in it.

He sat up slowly in a vaporized white mist as a circle rippled open.

As with the knight waiting for the king to ascend, the biomimetic waiting beside him respectfully handed over his spare costume and helped him to finish wearing it.

“Hoo--”

After taking a deep breath of the air in this oxygen tank, not knowing how many years later, he recovered from the freeze to adjust to the discomfort of reawakening, holding the dormant chamber in his right hand, and jumped under the help of a biomimetic.

“You, you...”

Looking at the ark standing from the dormant compartment, Leonard stared at his incredible eyes and stumbled, "Are you...”

“Are you the future man? ”

Looking at the man who somehow knelt on the ground, the ship in the suit simply moved down his arm and asked succinctly, "Citizens of the future, tell me how many years it is? How long have I been asleep? ”

Earth's population geometry? Where is the frontier of human civilization? Same as the rest of the world?

There is a basket of questions to ask, but considering everything is sequential, the Ark intends to ask later.

Staring at the ark, the man said with a trembling voice.

“It is now 2125 AD…”

“2125 AD…”

The heart beat hard and the ark held its breath for a while.

Dust sealed memories, like floods, gushed out of the open box and rushed into his head.

takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

It took a long time before sighing lightly.

“… closed this time. ”

“It's been a while. ”

……

Life expectancy has an end point.

Even if he did not follow the observer's instructions to Mars, go to the deepest depths of the ruins and sleep there for a long time, the old man would grow old, and what should happen would eventually happen.

And the difference is just whether or not those things happen to him.

Perhaps it is the best option for him to accept the "honorable” gene.

After all, according to General Reinhardt, the current technology of Earth civilization is far from replicating those three tubes of medicine.

Even with the level of genetic modification of the Calais Empire, it is far from being able to immortalize individuals in civilization. Expecting to draw a few tubes of blood from yourself to test it, simply overcoming the difficulties of this century, is almost no different than dreaming.

Instead of watching the people around you grow old and say goodbye to themselves, perhaps it will be easier to come at a moment like the next.

If someone brings back the last words they recorded before they left...

I can't say goodbye to myself.

The Ark is not willing to think in vain about the fate and how it feels at this moment.

Self-esteem is not his personality, and it makes no sense to envision another possibility for what has already happened.

Perhaps when he gets drunk and remembers the past, he may vent into the bottle...

But this is clearly not the time to do so.

If he came to this era as part of the plans of the observers, it won't be long before he perceives the guidance from the void.

To be able to understand the surrounding situation as quickly as possible and to take more initiative for himself...

He walked up to that wretched bastard named Jim, looked at his head like a watermelon, and the canoe's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch.

Though I haven't seen a dead man before, but he died so tragically, it's the first time he's seen one...

“Does he have a cell phone or something on his phone? Or a laptop or something? ”

Professor Leonard was slightly stunned when he heard the voice of a conversation coming from the communication channel and immediately answered the message.

“Cell phone? We don't need that anymore... but you can look on his wrist to see if there's anything like an electronic bracelet. An international fugitive like him shouldn't put a biochip in his head...”

A fugitive?

The ark raised its eyebrows.

I think I heard something terrible.

Following that bad luck tip that looked like a tool man, the ark picked up the dagger on the ground and cut Jim's right arm off from the suit.

Watching the gradually swollen skin, the ark withstood the nausea and removed the electronic bracelet from his hand, which was no more than a millimeter thick.

“Is that what this is? How do I use it..."

Professor Leonard opened his mouth and just wanted to say that it might take some professionals to unlock it, and saw the biomimetic standing next to him step forward, grabbed the bracelet from the boat's hand and attached it to a slot in his chest.

The inky green data stream flashed through the pupil, and a holographic panel quickly projected in front of the ark.

“… is technology so convenient now? ”

Leonard: “…???? ”

Ignoring the dude sitting on his knees, the ark reached out his right hand thoughtfully and paddled twice on the screen with his index finger.

Thanks to this guy's unseen behavior, he carries a lot of secrets with him, instead of doing it, everything goes to the cloud.

By storing the mail in his mailbox, the Ark learned that the men were a group of fugitives under the guise of mammoth excavation companies, but were in fact fugitives who were involved in the killing of cargo forwarders. This guy, Leonard, was spotted by Interpol and was given clearance under cover of archaeological activities.

More than that, the fugitives appear to have unclear business dealings with air thieves active on the asteroid belt between Jupiter and Mars.

Understanding the cause and effect of the matter, the ark looked at the tool next to him, which seemed to be Professor Leonard, with a strange expression on his face.

This guy is really pathetic, maybe he was ignored here by Em from Earth, and almost got robbed by the bandits.

Just as the Ark was preparing to close its mailbox, a special email was suddenly discovered.

That's a procurement list, specifically, probably to help air thieves active on the asteroid belt procure supplies while dealing with some tricky stolen goods.

What's special about this email is not the flawless content of the purchase, but what really caught the attention of the Ark is the sender's code at the drop point.

Spirit of the Universe Foundation

When I think of the chase on the Baltic Sea a century ago, the brows of the ark were slightly wrinkled.

Looks like a lot of things really happened while I was away...

“Hey...”

The voice of greeting came from the communication channel, shutting down the holographic panel, and the ark looked over at Professor Leonard next to it.

Watched by the Ark with the bionic man, especially with a rifle in his hand, Professor Leonard raised his hands in awe and said in a pleading tone.

“Will you let me go? As you should have seen, I am also a victim... although it is my fault to dig the ruins here in concealment of Pan-Asian cooperation, can you spare my life for what I dug you up? ”

The ship did not speak and walked towards him.

Looking at the ark coming towards him, Professor Leonard saw a glimmer of despair in his eyes, trying to resist, but seeing the gun in the hands of the living man, he finally failed to muster the courage and closed his eyes very bonelessly.

It would be nice if he didn't have the guts to come to Mars. This barbaric land is full of filthy criminals, vicious people, air thieves who do whatever they can for profit...

Just as he began to remember this busy lifetime, the imaginary pain didn't come.

His eyes opened and he saw the ark reaching for him with a right hand.

“Get up. ”

“Although we have different nationalities, you and I are scholars, and we should still have a common language. ”

“Exactly what I need is a guide… and a little fare home. ”

Looking at Professor Leonard, who was stunned, the ark said with a thick face.

“Whatever currency is prevalent on Earth right now, it would be nice if you could lend me a little. When I return to Earth, I will not only double return it, but I will also give you a generous reward. ”