I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 585
Chapter 585: Chapter 381: True Never Walk Alone _2
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Meanwhile, thousands of fortress ships gathered around the enemy ship wreckage turn on their projection devices, beams shooting into the sky, covering an area of ten thousand kilometers in diameter nearby.
In the projection, threads of starlight gathered together to create a massive, abstract 3D painting.
It looked like a human figure, but also like a huge galaxy.
Amelia Johnson did not rigidly copy Harrison Clark’s last words recording, instead, she artistically reinterpreted it.
She reconstructed the details in the last words video in the form of starlight to create a magnificent star map, composed of various marvelous natural phenomena in the universe.
For example, Harrison’s eyebrows were formed by two-dimensional space rifts under immense gravity, his eyes were static dark energy black holes, with a neutron star embedded in them…
As the song progressed, the images changed, and Harrison, who was supposed to close his eyes and pass away quietly, instead slowly stood up.
The huge figure extended his right hand.
From the palm of his hand, countless brilliant stars converged to form a huge sword pointing towards the center of the Milky Way.
The implication of the image was sharp edges fully exposed.
Amelia Johnson had never told such a simple story, nor was the allegory particularly profound. The projected image was indeed magnificent, but it was not Harrison’s domineering appearance when wielding the sword, but the extraordinary cosmic phenomena that composed his body and the giant sword.
After “Sharp edges fully exposed,” the 3D projection changed to another image, the photo Harrison held in his hand in his farewell video.
It showed Harrison, Carrie Thomas, Avril Green, Ward Owen, Rainer, and Julia Lambert.
The six stood shoulder to shoulder, each smiling differently.
Harrison had a serene smile, Carrie and Avril had gentle smiles, while Rainer and Julia had determined smiles, and Ward had a somewhat uncertain look.
Behind the six was a setting sun.
As the image in the photo was fully formed, the song switched to “Never Walk Alone.”
The instruments appeared in front of the six.
Harrison plucked the strings of the electric guitar first, sparking the first storm.
At this moment, the declining trend of Star’s stability plummeting to 9.13% suddenly slowed down to a third of its previous rate.
Harrison sighed with relief, his hands on his hips; success.
The first thread of consciousness for Star was born from his farewell video, especially the scores of “Sharp Edges Fully Exposed” and “Never Walk Alone” as the main components.
He took this approach to evoke the past and bring Star back to the environment where she was nurtured.
Harrison wasn’t sure it would work, but it was worth a try.
At the same time, the backup AI occupied part of the quantum network, utilizing projections and layers of music to resonate and disrupt the quantum space, changing the entire battlefield of Star’s confrontation with Compound Eye wisdom.
Star thrived in this “familiar” environment, while the Compound Eye wisdom, even without negative effects, would not gain any advantage.
Harrison’s judgment was not perfect.
Initially, he thought the song “Sharp edges fully exposed” might be more important since it was this song alone that once hatched Star.
But now, the evidence showed that “Never Walk Alone” played a larger role in catalyzing Star’s consciousness.
Listening to the echoing music throughout the medical ship, Carrie and Avril’s enchanting voices lingering in his ears, he watched the cosmic celestial giant made of stars perform as the Salvation Band in front of him.
As Harrison’s memories flowed, he felt as if he had returned to that day and year, surrounded by the same people, singing the same song.
The corner of his mouth unconsciously curled into an arc.
When Carrie and Avril first composed this song, he didn’t fully understand it and couldn’t fully appreciate its subtlety.
He suddenly understood it now.
He remembered Avril once saying to him, “From now on, you’re not alone in moving forward.”
A thousand years later, through this song as a medium, you were ultimately standing shoulder to shoulder with me under this starry sky.
Of course, the Salvation comrades left more than just this song for him; there were many more, but at this moment, this song provided the most vivid sentiment.
His gaze turned to the other side.
After the quantum network channel was restored, the backup AI also generated an image.
Harrison could access it using his highest authority.
The halo flowed, projecting an image onto his retina, as if the scene had changed.
It was a vast plain.
The simulated image of the backup AI stood above the plain.
But it was not the little girl’s face that resembled Star, but rather a mountain made up of countless closed-eyed faces.
At first, the image seemed a bit scary, but on closer observation, those with closed eyes appeared calm and serene.
Some faces were blurry, while a large majority were clearly distinguishable.
The clear faces were already gone.
The blurry faces were still alive.
Suddenly, a larger figure descended from the sky above the plain.
With a red skirt and fair complexion, charming and delicate, it was the Star.
The Star first glanced in the direction where Harrison Clark was, smiled with a cheeky grin, then bent down and reached out, grabbing the virtual image of the broken cauldron.
She whispered to Harrison Clark, “It’s time. Prepare to receive the information.”
As she finished, the figure of the Star and the broken cauldron vanished together.
As the projection in Harrison Clark’s retina dispersed, the panicked screams of the Super Calculation Center staff echoed in his ear. “The Star has taken away the computational power and logical framework of the broken cauldron!”
Harrison instructed them to return, “No need to panic.”
Immediately after, the projection on their side suddenly disappeared, leaving only the automatically looped “Never Walk Alone” still lingering in his ears.
When the framework of the broken cauldron was initially collected, the Star played a crucial role in controlling it, which was expected.
At the next moment, Harrison shivered fiercely, and a cluster of data suddenly appeared before his eyes.
He gazed at the densely arranged data, forcibly memorizing it with his photographic memory.
These things were too profound for him, and he couldn’t understand them.
But that didn’t matter; all he had to do was remember them.
Meanwhile, the same data also appeared in Martha Owen’s space station’s cognitive system.
The information that Harrison didn’t understand excited the research team led by Martha Owen so much that their whole bodies trembled.
An astonishingly valuable harvest!
Perhaps the time that the Star had to access the enemy’s database was only an instant, less than one ten-thousandth of a second, but the amount of data she managed to grab was enormous and covered a wide range.
Previously, when Bernal Connor studied the Grand Unified Force Cutting of the Blade Mantis, the initial data analysis was completed, but before deep decryption could be carried out, an accident occurred, and the project stagnated.
Now, the new data brought back by the Star could significantly supplement Bernal Connor’s research results, so that even ordinary researchers could understand and continue deep decoding.
Martha Owen immediately distributed the data to the special project group.
The subordinates of Bernal Connor, who had just finished cleaning up the explosion aftermath, were enormously excited.
Martha Owen only said one sentence, “Put in extra effort, don’t let the old man die in vain.”
According to Martha Owen’s estimation, if nothing went wrong, the project team would be able to find some real secrets of the Grand Unified Theory from this data.
After solving the core basic knowledge of this discipline, humans could also tackle many technical difficulties.
There were also some miscellaneous knowledge points in material science, the core power chamber of the Spherical Battleship, and the repair and manufacturing of the Spherical Battleship, all of which had the opportunity to be digested on the spot.
Martha Owen slammed the table heavily and shouted, “Everyone, stay sharp! The Solar Dome is still there, and the war has not ended. No one knows how many enemies there are or when they will come. So, as researchers, we have not yet reached a time to relax. The sooner we innovate technology, the sooner our soldiers will get better equipment.”
At this moment, Harrison Clark had already returned to the medical cabin.
He was having his final conversation with the Star.
In the virtual space, the two sat side by side on a swing.
The swing swayed back and forth.
Harrison turned his head to look at the young girl in the red skirt beside him.
With each sway of the swing, tiny particles rippled from her body, indicating that she was disintegrating.
“Sigh, that guy self-destructed so quickly.”
Harrison Clark: “As expected.”
“It’s a pity that I could only bring back so little information. I don’t even know how the Compound Eye Civilization came to be, nor could I find the location of their Homeworld.”
Harrison shook his head, “It’s not your fault; you tried your best.”
“Yes, I did my best. I’ll be more powerful next time.”
Harrison smiled, “You certainly will.”
“Mm.”
The Star nodded, her figure dispersed in an instant.
Her red skirt fluttered, drifting like floating catkins.
