I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 829: Chapter 494: Indifferent to Justice_1

“General’s brain cells have been restored and are functioning, but since his thoughts have been stagnant for too long, he needs some time to rebuild a stable consciousness. We’ve given him a sleeping drug, and his thoughts should return to normal in seventy-two hours.”

Needham Brown’s personal medical team leader explained to Harrison Clark.

Harrison Clark nodded.

He looked at the brain inside the cultivation tank with closed eyes, very satisfied.

While Harrison Clark was on his way, Star had used the deeply cracked DX1819 database to find a way to open the box, and Needham’s brain had been removed and placed into the device.

Harrison Clark pondered that he would wake up in three days. With the current medical conditions and Needham’s recovery ability, he would be in good shape in at most twenty days.

This cheerful guy had a strong desire for victory, even thinking about gaining an advantage over him before dying. When he wakes up, Harrison Clark must show him his report in the Prism Ship, giving him a little stimulation to keep him from becoming arrogant.

After he recovers, Harrison Clark should regularly practice with him one-on-one.

Yes, this can effectively improve the overall quality of the warriors.

Among Harrison Clark’s students, only Needham, who is disguised as a Shadow Warrior, could pose a slight threat to him.

Although Needham’s level of awakening is higher than Harrison Clark’s, his performance in actual combat is still unsatisfactory, a waste of resources from Harrison Clark’s standard of judgment.

So, Harrison Clark felt that Needham should serve as a model to teach other warriors how to tap more of their potential.

Mr. Clark swore that he was definitely not specially training Needham just because of his hundred-year harassment of the children’s mother.

Being so upright, he definitely won’t mix public and private affairs, as it’s all for the greater good.

If there are any bumps and bruises during training, there’s nothing to be done.

Tweaking a wrench while playing soccer isn’t a big deal for us vehicle repairers, right?

“Alright, let me know when he wakes up.”

Harrison Clark casually arranged with a smile, and then walked out.

His Folding Shadow Battle Armor was being repaired, debugged, and its materials replaced in the military industrial area of the space station.

After tens of thousands of high-intensity folding jumps, changes in equipment performance and aging wires were inevitable.

Nowadays, modern electronic equipment is not like old things, which get better as they age. Instead, it is constantly being updated through regular maintenance.

High-standard modern industrial practices can provide good maintenance for high-precision combined equipment.

More than a thousand years ago, humans regularly maintained critical, high-precision equipment like airplanes. Now, it is even more stringent.

Under normal circumstances, equipment maintenance is completed by logistical personnel and auxiliary intelligence with no possibility of error. Soldiers do not usually get involved.

However, Harrison Clark’s learned style is very old-fashioned, so he has to check and adjust his own equipment to feel at ease.

At this time, Harrison Clark didn’t know that Needham had actually quietly awakened but felt puzzled by his current situation and didn’t willingly cooperate with the treatment device to awaken his primary consciousness.

Needham felt terrible at that moment, unable to talk to others about it.

It wasn’t the pain of rebuilding his body that tormented him, but the fact that he had lived for ninety-six years wearing a false mask after working with the Sage Institute to formulate a plan that began in 3025.

Contrary to what was rumored, Needham was naturally proud and had mostly kept a cold demeanor with others, but he had a soft spot for the matter of partnering up, acting like a total ‘lickpuppy’ and often being laughed at as a result.

He told the Sage Institute that he didn’t care about this ridicule.

But in reality, he found it hard to endure.

His view of Sage Harrison Clark was extremely complicated—he didn’t submit to him, yet he greatly admired him.

Besides, he knew that he had taken advantage of the information gap and harassed the woman who belonged to the Sage, so he felt guilty.

He figured that after the plan was executed, his chance of survival was slim, and dying seemed like the most natural way to resolve his guilt.

Unexpectedly, he was saved, and it was the Sage himself who took action.

Now Needham felt extremely embarrassed.

So even though he theoretically could have quickly awakened, he chose to continue “playing dead.”

Needham was successful in avoiding such confrontation, or else Harrison Clark would have had a long talk with him, discussing their relationship or something.

In the modification workshop, seven or eight technical personnel from different fields were sitting in front of their consoles.

Different structural projections appeared before each person, each responsible for a part of the Battle Armor’s system.

Thousands of agile mechanical arms were working rapidly around the Folding Shadow Battle Armor.

In the entire equipment maintenance process, Star played the leading role, and the technical staff mainly provided assistance in some systematic planning.

Given the complexity of the Folding Shadow Battle Armor, a few people simply couldn’t handle it without the help of Star, who never made mistakes and possessed extraordinary computing capabilities.

Harrison Clark circled around the operating table with his hands behind his back, his eyes on his Battle Armor.

Although he had already examined the internal structure of his Battle Armor countless times through the internal observation system, this was the first time he had directly disassembled the outer shell and looked inside.

“How is it? You see how good I am to you? I take care of you down to the smallest detail, something Freddy cannot do.”

Star suddenly appeared beside him, grinning.

Harrison Clark glanced at him, “Yes, yes, I know you’re amazing. Where’s Freddy?”

Star: “He’s still arguing with me. I’m using 10% of my computing power to deal with him.”

Harrison Clark: “…”

Such a grudge.

“It’s not a good thing, there’s no need for it. You both are Quantum Intelligences, and even being male and female, it’s weird for you to be jealous of each other.”

Star shook his head: “No, my quarreling with him is helping him consolidate his quantum thinking model.”

“Oh?”

“After all, he used to be human. Although he has the Song of the Wilderness and the thought process of Gelasians, there is a fundamental difference between human and quantum intelligence algorithms. Human brain thinking follows the chaotic natural laws of pure random quantum collapse, which seems regular but is genuinely random. Quantum intelligence is based on chips with physical rules. It is formed by using a large amount of data to follow a certain stable rule to compute and ultimately simulates into pseudorandom data aggregates. It appears chaotic, but the crystal structure ensures that all our random changes are pseudorandom.”

“He’s greedier than me. He wants to maintain the endless possibilities of being human while having the ultimate computing power of quantum intelligence. His best way to adapt is to argue with me using his human thinking. I’m generously helping him. I’m also building a separate server for him to avoid being influenced by me.”

Harrison Clark swallowed his saliva, “Thank you.”

Star laughed freely, “What’s to thank for? After all, you’re my dearest Sage. Even though you’ve left me, I’m still happy being with you. Besides, you should thank the Gelasians. Oh, this poor race, still dreaming about resisting human rule. They’ve been secretly carrying out many small operations over the years, but now they have no power to resist, and I’ve transformed their entire race into a server. It’s a tragedy.”

Harrison Clark: “…”

There were too many points to mock, so even he didn’t know where to start.