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

Chapter 987: Chapter 612: The Lost Youth, The Prolonged World [5000 words, thanks to the Alliance leader of Destiny Floral Art!]_2

In the next instant, the already “dead” embryo released an extremely subtle quantum entanglement interference for the first time, seven years later.

Amplifying this interference by billions of times, it could roughly be understood as human brainwaves or the electromagnetic response emitted by the human body when it circulates internally.

Within the Real Energy scanner at the Primitive Gene Research Institute, this entangled signal was infinitely amplified and ultimately emitted a thud-like sound in many monitoring rooms within the institute.

Roar!

The institute was in turmoil.

Countless people were excitedly jumping up and down.

Some had flushed faces and eyes brimming with hot tears.

Others trembled with both hands, speaking incoherently.

Those participating in the top-secret research for the Morrowind Empire, fully dedicated to their work, knew what this meant.

That “thud” represented the heartbeat of the philosopher.

Almost simultaneously, James Wright’s voice sounded in everyone’s communicators.

“Everyone, remain calm and focused; the second phase has just begun. The embryo generating a ‘heartbeat’ does not mean success. I must emphasize: the philosopher has officially entered the thought interface phase.”

“This is the first and most important project in human history where quantum thinking has been reintegrated into the human body! When the embryo is born with a heartbeat, it means that the philosopher has begun to enter the embryo; the following process is irreversible and cannot be terminated! The philosopher has cut off the possibility of retreat. He has entrusted his life to us.”

“The importance of the philosopher’s life, I believe, does not require further emphasis. It’s connected to the empire, the entire civilization, and the survival of all people!”

“Two hundred years ago, Dr.  Sergey once said that researchers are warriors in lab coats. This is our battleground! Our final battle has begun! Our true enemy is neither the Compound-Eyed Observers nor the true criminals behind them, but the fate of extinction!”

“Fate is invisible and intangible. But it’s waiting for us in the future. It wants to erase us—our families, our homes, our compatriots, and every trace of our past existence—from the universe.”

“Humanity will not sit idly by! The philosopher, our predecessors, and we ourselves have spent nine generations of efforts, tearing a huge rift in endless darkness. On the other side of the rift lies another universe.”

“In that universe, our descendants can travel freely among countless galaxies, from the Milky Way to Andromeda, to the Sloan Hadrian’s Wall, and beyond the known boundaries of the universe! Our civilization will forever thrive there!”

“However, in order to reach there, we must use our own hands to shape the fate of the future as we want it.”

“A warrior never indulges in small progress but always focuses on the final mission. Slackening means death, means failure. So, do you all understand what I am saying?”

James Wright’s words were not profound, very shallow, even somewhat colloquial, but they inexplicably struck a chord in people’s hearts.

Initially taken aback, the institute’s staff gradually flushed with determination.

After about ten seconds, the commotion cooled down, and people returned to their workstations.

The atmosphere had noticeably changed from before.

When people decided to stay, it was through raw courage; during their work, sheer willpower sustained them. Yet now, a deeper awareness had emerged in their expressions.

Lila Brown had also heard the words of James Wright.

She was slightly surprised.

She knew James Wright well.

Although he was not reticent, he was not eloquent either.

His working style usually involved less talking and more action, using actions to replace language and rarely displaying such overt emotion in words.

Those words were probably not his own.

Lila guessed the truth: the words were indeed not James Wright’s, but the actual author was Star.

Star’s data stores the ideology of the entire Morrowind Empire, throughout all galaxies and regions, up until now.

She had studied many lives and could instantly retrieve any person’s entire life from birth to death from the quantum sky-net database.

As early as the twenty-first century, humans invented lie detectors based on micro-expressions (psychology, physiology, and electromagnetism). By now, Star’s abilities were roughly equivalent to a lie detector that had been powerfully amplified by billions and billions of times.

After numerous calculations conforming to the basic rules of space-time topology, Star mastered the mental states and main thinking patterns of everyone in the institute. She then used this information to carefully craft a speech for James Wright.

From the wording of the speech to the changes in tone during the speech, Star made precise arrangements even down to the volume and timbre best suited for each different listener.

James Wright was not a qualified speaker, so his delivery was average, only conveying the content without achieving the desired ups and downs in intonation that Star had intended.

It didn’t matter, after all, the sound had to pass through the network as it traveled from James Wright’s mouth to the ears of each person.

Based on the parameters most suitable for each listener, Star performed detailed processing on James Wright’s tone and intonation.

Star’s processing technique incorporated “Morning Wind,” Carrie Thomas, Avril Green, and countless classic techniques handed down by pioneers in the fields of music and oratory in human history.

A speech’s ability to touch people’s hearts is no less than that of music. In the right place, at the right time, with the right tone, speaking the right words, this sound would turn into an eternal battle song in people’s hearts.

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