I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 705
Chapter 705: Chapter 435: Stars in the Galaxy, Rest Only after Getting Drunk【4300 words】_1
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After setting the autopilot mode, Harrison Clark returned to his bedroom.
Having been busy for almost an entire year, he could finally get a good night’s sleep.
On Earth, due to the threat of mutated animals and the harassment of various insects, he hadn’t been able to sleep well for the past year.
It wasn’t until Summit 001 and Summit 002 that his situation improved, but he still wasn’t completely at ease.
His mental confusion also affected his sleep quality.
His confusion was very direct in his diary, and it wasn’t until he found Sergey’s secret base and successfully set sail that he felt slightly better.
After Harrison fell asleep, Freddy didn’t go to sleep but sat in his bedroom like a statue.
He had been forced to adapt to a new environment and was struggling.
Of course, Freddy’s adaptability seemed to have little difference; he always seemed like a stone sculpture, more like a powerless robot than a human being.
But now, there was a slight change in him.
Before, Freddy appeared to have no interest in anything, but now after waking up every day, he would sit by the window and watch outside.
When the spaceship entered curvature motion, people could not actually see the starry sky outside.
The perfect curvature bubble, formed by the distortion and compression of space, cut off the connection between the interior and the exterior, and only pure quantum entanglement fluctuations with no mass could pass through.
The essence of the curvature bubble was to compress the absolute vacuum to infinite density, which was still absolute space, with both zero and infinite mass.
Starlight from afar couldn’t penetrate the curvature bubble.
All he could see was pitch black.
Leaving the underground base, his relative activity space increased, but his absolute activity space decreased.
No matter how slow his reaction, the sudden change in his surroundings would have some impact.
Now, his fondness for looking out of the window at least shows that he is aware of the “outside world.”
As he grew up, he was instilled with much knowledge.
His brain structure was different from ordinary people, with barely any involvement of the language center, resulting in a significant lack of language and communication skills.
Up until now, he could only say two phrases, “Follow me” and “Freddy”.
He might not even know the meaning of these two phrases, only able to vocalize the sounds through his vocal cords.
A person who cannot master language cannot build a complete logical thought process in their brain, and their ability to master theoretical knowledge is almost zero.
Just like the deaf, dumb, and blind, who may appear slow-witted, but in fact have average intelligence, it’s just their fate.
For them, learning a language is extremely difficult.
While in the underground base, Freddy spent most of his time minding his own business, only following the training plan left by the first Sergey, with the assistance of artificial intelligence.
Every morning, he would go to the workshop to methodically learn about the usage and assembly of some equipment.
He couldn’t understand or remember the manuals and could only memorize the operation steps and procedures.
Over a decade later, he was quite skilled in operating most of the equipment.
All of this was in preparation for going to the surface before death.
Originally, he was supposed to spend the afternoon reading and learning, but due to the defects in his language center, the artificial intelligence had deleted the content of this part of the training program, turning it into free time.
Therefore, with all that time, he never read or learned anything, only staring blankly, unsure of what was going on in his mind.
It was the same this time.
Harrison did not prepare any training equipment for him on the spaceship, causing him to have even more free time.
Eight hours later, when Harrison woke up, Freddy was still standing by the window, but his eyes were closed, apparently asleep.
“Sir, I’ve completed the calculations,” Scarlett’s voice alerted Harrison just as he sat down in the command room and searched the route.
He looked down at his watch, 27 hours 33 minutes and 56 seconds had passed.
Quite accurate.
His mood gradually grew tense.
There is a saying, “The nearer the town, the more cowardly the heart.”
In this era, Harrison’s hometown wasn’t on Earth, or even the Solar System.
His “hometown” was different from others, as it was built within people.
He needed to see familiar people to feel the flavor of home.
Having been here for almost a year, apart from Freddy who couldn’t speak, Harrison hadn’t had any real interactions with anyone else, nor did he know the extent of human development in the Orion Arm.
He couldn’t be sure if those he wanted to see were even still around.
Before, he thought he would never be able to contact them, even worrying that he would be trapped on Earth – so by self-anesthesia, he assumed that everyone else was gone and then figured everything out.
By not having hope, there would be no disappointment – this was his unique trick to maintain his mentality.
The advantage of this habit was that it kept his fighting spirit alive, making him less susceptible to setbacks.
The downside was the easy misjudgment, such as when he considered committing suicide more than once, and trying again in the next life.
At that time, his reasoning was that suicide would effectively prevent being caught alive by the Compound-Eyed Observer.
The reason was quite convincing.
Back then, he persisted just to figure out the core reason for his failure.
Now, after reviewing history, he had a vague idea of what it was, and could try something new to explore different possibilities.
He really could commit suicide now.
But that would be too irresponsible.
Without knowing about the people outside, giving up the entire world so easily would be unfair to the other humans in this timeline.
