Chapter 124: Chapter 110: Starting with Preschool
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“All right, now take off the Azure Dragon Armor, and I’ll tell you how to control it. At any time, you can perform actions as you normally would.”
Harrison Clark interjected, “Yes, I know. The Azure Dragon Armor can capture my neural responses and track my next move.”
Dr. Owen said, “The young man knows a thing or two. Now let’s talk about shape-shifting, equipment awakening, and various auxiliary function packs. Are you familiar with them?”
“I don’t know.”
“If you don’t know, don’t interrupt!”
The operation of the Azure Dragon Armor is simpler than the Summit Armor, but it has more additional functions, all of which are new.
There are dozens of combat function packs developed specifically for different purposes, each loaded with different auxiliary mechanisms to meet the needs of various battle scenarios and special tasks.
For ocean, plains, jungle, space, and exoplanetary surfaces, the list goes on.
In Harrison’s view, these functions were redundant, and there was no need to make them so complicated.
Just continue to enhance mobility and protection, and improve combat capabilities.
Adding all these fancy bells and whistles won’t help—finding ways to let people stay alive longer in space is the key. As long as they can charge onto the invaders’ ships and fight a bit, that would be a great success.
But even now, he’s still too low-profile, and no one listens to what he says.
He also couldn’t avoid the military’s rules: he had to learn all the functions of the Summit Armor in order to wear it on the training field like the other elite soldiers.
After working so hard until late at night, Harrison finally completed one-fifth of his learning progress.
Dr. Owen was quite satisfied with Harrison, “Your learning ability is outstanding in the Central Special Forces. Keep it up, and you should be able to finish learning in another five or six days. That’s it for today; go back and get some rest.”
As he walked out of the training building, Harrison was surprised to find that the researcher named Scott was still waiting for him.
The man sat on a flower bed with his legs crossed, hands in his pockets, and was watching a recorded video of a Grand Prix race featuring Maicle.
Harrison sat down next to him.
“Hey, buddy,” Scott greeted happily, “Many fighters in the base look down on these racers from a millennium ago. I think they’re really ignorant.”
Harrison casually said, “Of course, people from a thousand years ago didn’t have any gene technology. The dynamic vision, neural response, and load tolerance of Fl drivers at that time were unrivaled. I can confidently say that if these top drivers were born in our time, they would definitely become the strongest warriors.”
“We really hit it off! But I don’t quite understand—if Maicle is greater, why do you appreciate Hamilton more?”
Harrison was genuinely stumped by the question.
At the time, he just wanted to make small talk and mentioned a name he knew.
He wasn’t a racing fan, so how would he know?
“I don’t deny Maicle’s greatness, but that doesn’t stop me from admiring other drivers. Everyone just needs to find their own hero.” Harrison decided to use philosophy to defeat Scott.
As expected, Scott’s brain froze for a long time before he suddenly gripped Harrison’s shoulder excitedly, “Are you talking about the diversity of ideologies?”
Harrison didn’t understand what he had realized, “Yes.”
Nodding would be enough, anyway.
“Thank you, you’ve done me a great favor. I have to go back to work now. We’ll chat another time.”
“Wait, Scott.”
“What?”
“What is your job?”
“I hold a Ph.D. in anthropology and genetics. I’m responsible for the physical parameter tests, tracking and monitoring of the Awakened, and the dietary nutrition mix in the cafeteria.”
After saying that, Scott left, and Harrison, who wanted to ask him some questions, had to wait for another time.
Back at his dorm, he slept briefly before waking up early.
There were still four or five hours until morning training. He had time to handle some personal matters.
Having looked through nearly a thousand years of history briefly yesterday, he turned his attention back to his own business today.
He thought to himself, since the name Summit Ventures could be used for naming cutting-edge weapons a thousand years later, the company he put so much effort into must have eventually grown into a great enterprise…right?
“Damn, the spirit of never admitting defeat actually has this meaning!”
What the hell happened to this eye-searing corporate history?
Am I really that incompetent?!
I am already much more intelligent and well-known in the music industry, with a substantial foundation. My life shouldn’t be so miserable, should it?
On this timeline, Summit Ventures lasted for nearly thirty years.
After an initial phase of explosive growth, Summit accumulated a large amount of music copyrights, completed the original capital accumulation, and gathered many professional producers.
Although Harrison the Master never wrote any more classics and Ward Owen’s folk music king title was short-lived, Carrie Thomas under the company’s banner grew stronger and stronger.
With the support of copyright royalties and Carrie, Summit could sustain itself for many years. Julia Lambert’s management skills were also good, especially with Carrie as the cash cow.
It shouldn’t have been so desolate.
But in 2030, Harrison the Master chose to part ways with Carrie Thomas, a decision that baffled later generations.
Harrison knew the reason: he didn’t want to hold Carrie back.
After the two acknowledged masters split up, Harrison’s career faltered, while Carrie’s artistic career continued to rise and eventually formed her own school, creating the concept of postmodern music. The core of this concept revolved around the restoration and transformation of various natural sounds.
This innovative concept continued to influence future generations even a millennium later..
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