Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

[It was a miracle in human history.

[Since we walked upright, to the first flames lit in the forest, and to the pyramids on the banks of the Nile and the Great Wall of Badaling, we had conquered the earth more than once, but for the first time, we conquered the sky and the ocean.

[This is the territory of Uranos and Poseidon, where I saw their palaces and the conquerors who had put their flags there, in the bright spots of the stars and deep in the waves.

[Perhaps I should use more stringent words to describe what I see, but in front of it, all descriptive text seems so superfluous. I don't want to describe them with too many words, because that deep in the soul shock can only be felt when I step onto that steel fortress and touch its texture with my hands...]

[I never looked forward to that day so seriously before.

[The day the “Tower of Heaven" was actually built.

The pen stopped and Halton, sitting at the desk, took a long breath and waved his right hand gently, dissipating the holographic light projected on the desk.

It's been almost a week since that trip to Penglai.

Over the course of the week, he was also invited to the Heavenly Gate to take a look at the space fortress in synchronous orbit.

To be honest, he was so deeply shocked by everything in front of him that he almost forgot to press the shutter in his hand.

Thanks to his professional qualities, he promptly asked for a state of surprise, pressed the shutter under the reflection of muscle memory, and obtained the precious set of photographs.

Thanks also to these photos, this edit in his hand changed a dozen press releases to make it look slightly more formal than a novel or poem on a fantasy subject...

At this point, a nice voice came through the door behind me.

“Sir, it's time to eat. ”

“Got it, Celia, I'll be right there. ”

Just as the press release had been written, Halton stood up from his chair, left the study and went to the bathroom to wash his face, then walked straight to the kitchen.

By the time he arrived in the kitchen, a woman in an apron who looked like she was in her early twenties had finished her sandwiches and snacks on the table, and had added a sliced lemon and a few pieces of crushed ice to his glass.

Adding a slice of lemon to a gin or whiskey is a habit he has enjoyed for many years at dinner. After all these years, besides himself, only Celia will remember his habit.

Watching Halton sit at the table, Celia took off the apron and hung it aside, sitting quietly opposite him, watching him enjoy his dinner.

In fact, she is not a real human being, but a homemade biomimetic created by the hippocampus group, and therefore does not need to eat like a human being.

As for how she got to this house...

It also dates back to the turmoil that struck the globe a year ago.

Because of serious failures in Alpha virus prevention and control, fears of biomimetics and AI pervaded the entire Western world at the time, even though the North Sea Alliance was not the “earthquake" of the Alpha virus.

She was abandoned on the street and was supposed to be destroyed, but Halton, who was following up on the virus, took her in.

Perhaps because of his profession, he was not as fearful of AI as the general public when it came to scientific news, so this life continues to this day.

Celia thanked him for the warmth of his home, even though there were not many descriptions of this part of the emotion in his program…

“Are you thinking about something? ”

The hand holding the sandwich slightly paused and Halton was silent for a while, he said.

“Did you see that? ”

He looked at the master sitting opposite him, and Celia said softly.

“Yes, you wrote it on your face. ”

“Really?” put down the sandwich in hand, Halton sighed softly and muttered to himself, "It seems that when people have lived alone for a long time, they can't help but write emotions on their faces. ”

After a long silence, he suddenly raised his head and looked again at Celia sitting opposite him.

“Celia. ”

“I'm here, Mr. Halton. ”

“Want to move? ”

Celia cast her confused gaze at him.

“Why are you suddenly planning to move? ”

“Because I wanted to try a new life," Halton silenced for a while, continuing, “of course, I haven't made a decision yet. After all... you are part of this family and I have to consult other family members before making a decision. ”

“Me? ”

The index finger held against the lower lip and the contemplative Celia seemed to be thinking seriously about the issue.

At that moment, Halton suddenly had the illusion that sitting in front of him was not artificial intelligence, but a living human being.

The eyes stayed on it unconsciously for a long time.

Perhaps it caught that glimpse, and Celia's face suddenly had a smile on it, saying softly, though with some raw stiffness.

“I will be with you wherever you go. ”

……

After the completion of the Tiantian and the city of Penglai, this exciting news soon spread across all corners of Shenzhou Earth and Earth, and across astronomical numerical distances to Mars.

Even in one of the most remote and obscure pits in the colony, news of the completion of the first phase of the space elevator project can now be heard.

Deep in the virtual reality network, in a conference room hidden in a data ocean, the atmosphere is stiff, like ice, so that one can touch the cold and harsh.

Looking faceless at the other Foundation executives sitting at the conference table, the mysterious man dressed in a gray cloak spoke heavily with a processed low voice.

“The situation is very serious for us. ”

“With the completion of the first phase of the space elevator, combined with the recent breakthrough in warp speed navigation technology, Pan-Asian cooperation's control of the global situation - and indeed of the world beyond the Earth Moon system - will rise to unprecedented heights and our living space will be further squeezed. ”

“And just yesterday, I got a message from an informant. After studying and resolving the problem of hypervelocity communications, the Pan-Asian Cooperative High Level is restoring autonomy to all colonies on Mars and exercising direct jurisdiction over all space stations, colonial outposts or cities belonging to the Pan-Asian Cooperative, including asteroids. ”

“Gentlemen, Mars is our last base…”

“If we throw it away again, I shouldn't have to say much about the consequences. ”

Using the Song Yang Weifuo method as the fuse, the Spirit of the Universe Foundation was cleared by the Pan-Asian Security Agency a year after the Alpha virus incident. This clearance is not confined to the boundaries of trans-Asian cooperation, and agents of those security services have even crossed regional law enforcement into other regional coalitions, so that their headquarters and funding chains in neutral countries have been uprooted.

Especially one strong enough to be a terrible engineer warrior...

Although there was no direct evidence that he had undergone some particular genetic modification, they could hardly think of any other possibilities other than being strong enough to pull off one of their strongholds alone.

They had to withdraw from Earth, move their headquarters to Mars colonies farther away than Guangdong City, and split the new headquarters into two parts in New Virginia and Heavenly Palace City in search of a resurgence in the East Mountains.

However, if hypervelocity navigation and communications technology were to materialize, coupled with the space elevator as a catalyst, Pan-Asian cooperation would undoubtedly have a realistic basis for the direct administration of distant colonies.

By then, losing their final positions, even if not uprooted, will completely lose hope of a last glimmer of resistance.

In saying this, in addition to a deep sense of powerlessness, the heart of the gray cape is filled with anger and frustration.

In his view, they were infinitely close to the edge of victory.

Had it not been for the nobody who knew where they were coming from, who had cut off their victorious fruits, and the extent to which the Alpha virus dominated the biomimetic industrial chain, they could have totally destroyed the order of the planet with this force that was even more terrifying than nuclear weapons, with greater impact on the regime on Earth!

All they need to do then is raise the flag of order and appear before them as saviors. An eccentric regime dominated by emerging religions will be established on this planet and govern the entire world with the panic in their hearts and the faith built on panic…

And by that time, they won't have to hide behind the scenes, but can stand in front of the stage with the power of the gods to control everything they see.

“If it weren't for the nobody who knew where it came from...”

Sitting next to the gray cloak, he held the white mask of his arms and chewed his teeth out of his teeth.

However, at this point, a slight cough suddenly appeared at the conference table.

“You say…”

“Who's nobody? ”

The meeting room was quiet for a moment and a pair of eyes brushed towards the direction of the sound.

I just don't know when to start, an old man who no one has ever seen sitting among them, sitting with them.

That lean and dry look was like a body climbing out of a grave, and if it hadn't been for that eye swimming around, hardly anyone would have thought he was still alive.

The man in the white mask swallowed his mouth and looked at his old man, gazing into some unconscious dodging.

Even in the virtual world, this image is a little exaggerated.

However, it is not this that really upsets him, but his instincts tell him that the old man sitting here is not like them...

Whatever the virtual image, they are all living humans sitting at this table, yet he does not feel a hint of being alive from this old man.

Like, a ghost...

Staring at the elderly, he sat at the top of the conference table in a gray cloak and couldn't help but squeeze his eyes.

I always feel like this guy...

Seems familiar?