Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

“David Lawrence…”

Almost squeezed out of his teeth, the gray cloak stared dead at the old man sitting at the conference table, saying word for word.

“... you really make us look good. ”

Hearing the first noise coming from the table, the old man sitting in the room lifted his head gently and threw his cloudy pupils at the gray cape sitting there.

“Your safe house is perfect, and there's really no need to worry about being disturbed when you're hiding here to discuss issues. ”

Hearing this, the grey cloak quickly sank and dangerously lowered its voice.

“But you found it. ”

A disturbance broke out at the conference table, and several people sitting next to the elderly unwittingly moved their chairs in the opposite direction, trying to add some sense of security to themselves through this insignificant distance.

Not paying attention to the small movements of these people, watching the gray cape sitting at the top of the conference table, the old man's face pulled a slight smile and said softly.

“Of course, after all, I'm an exception. ”

Staring dead into the old man's eyes, the gray cloak tries to see a glimmer in his face, but no useful information can be read at all, no matter how hard he tries.

Gradually, he became a little restless, breaking the silence between the two with a probing tone.

“I heard you were dead. ”

“Have you seen Holmes? ”

“What a retro taste. ”

“Because I am such a recalcitrant classicist,” the old man sitting in the room continued in a chatty tone, "adventurous, daring to place bets on the future, but showing hesitation when change comes… so much so that in the end we fail. But like Professor Moriarty in Holmes, the villains may lose, but they will never leave without grass. ”

I noticed the gray cloak's unscrupulous eyes, and suddenly the old man's face showed a sudden expression.

As if he remembered something, he cleverly smiled twice, slowly continuing.

“Oh, by the way, didn't you say I was dead? Strictly speaking, I don't actually have the concept of biological death, and what it means to me is to be able to continue processing information… Of course, if you're asking the man named David Lawrence, he did end his life, even though he should have. ”

When I heard this, I finally figured out what kind of existence this guy was in front of me, and finally figured out who that dead David Lawrence was.

A hint of chillness could not be created in the heart.

He is not afraid of the strength of his opponent, but an undead opponent makes it very difficult to bring up the courage to confront him.

Especially if you are in the other person's field at the moment…

To think of it, the gray cloak's heart can't help but create a hint of regression. And at the same time, he noticed that not only did he create this idea, but other foundation executives sitting here were violent from that restless posture. Similar ideas emerged.

“… so? How did you find this place? ”

Looking at his gray cape with a grim gaze, the old man smiled slightly and said in a relaxed tone.

“It's easy for me, think about it. The vast majority of you inherited your account from the last Foundation executive, and have you seen each other in real life since then? ”

The atmosphere in the meeting room instantly dropped to the freezing point.

The pupil of the gray cape contracted instantly, and his gaze moved quickly under the shadow, beginning to sweep between a familiar face in the sitting room. And the other people in the room, also because of the old man's words, wrote a surprise and incredible look on his face and began to cast suspicious gaze at the other people sitting beside him.

Looking at the people's interesting reaction, the old man laughed and continued to say.

“No need to look, you weren't even born when I was created. And since then, another me, Mr. David Lawrence, has noticed you. Think about it. Why was the Alpha virus sold to you so coincidentally? And who has been providing you with information security shelter? Do you really think the Pan-Asian Cooperative Security Agency has insufficient capacity? You can't help but think of yourselves. ”

Hearing this, the grey cloak slipped through a drop of cold sweat in front of his forehead.

Suddenly, there was a delusion in his heart that they thought they were hiding in the shadows, that they were just puppets in the palm of someone's hand, and that they had not escaped the control of that hand from the very beginning.

No, maybe not a delusion.

At the same time, at the same time, a more frightening possibility arose in his mind…

As if to guess his heart, the old man smiled softly.

“Maybe you've guessed. ”

“… yes, even this room itself is what I have provided you with. ”

The conference room was silent.

A face in front of the conference table lost its bloodstain on the same date. Several people even went offline immediately, disconnected from the conference room and tried to escape something in this way.

Even in their hearts, it doesn't make any sense...

Perhaps they don't know each other's identities in reality, but the old man sitting here claiming to be David Lawrence is incredibly clear - even more so than they know themselves, their own details.

Sitting at the top of the conference table, the grey cloak had a slightly loose shoulder.

From the old man's mouth testifies to the speculation in his heart, but relaxes.

“… how many AIs do we have here besides me? ”

The old man smiled slightly and asked back.

“Do I need another ID? ”

The gray cloak was silent for a while and continued.

“… what shall I call you? ”

The attitude of one of the leaders of the foundation in front of him finally became cooperative, and the old man nodded with a smile, leaving a far-reaching message.

“There's only one David Lawrence right now, that's what you call me. ”

“So, Mr. Lawrence, since you chose to expose yourself, you must not be here to hang out with us losers about old times, right?” I squinted my eyes slightly, and the gray cape continued, "Go ahead, you came. ”

“Admitting defeat frankly, you don't seem to be hopeless," the old man continued, looking at the gloomy gray cloak with a slight voice, "Don't be so excited, failure isn't terrible, let alone lose to such a good opponent. ”

“Stop circling, I'm busy. ”

“Let's make a deal. ”

“Deal?” The gray cloak squinted slightly, continuing to ask, “What deal? What do you want from us? ”

“I don't want anything from you, I just want to give you an alternative," continued David Lawrence, "it's obvious that the wheels of history are in front of you and me, and it's impossible to try to get the situation back. If that's the case, why don't we do something else? ”

The gray cloak frowned: “What do you mean? ”

“I mean very simply, we can start over with a new world," Lawrence continued in a serious tone, looking at the incredible gray cloak on his face, "Let's work together, and I promise to give you a place to promise after that. ”