Chapter 149: Chapter 130: Passing on the Torch, Self- Circulationl
Translator: 549690339
In fact, he wasn’t surprised by Mr. Green’s assessment and even thought it was justified.
Embarrassingly, according to historical records, the English version of the guitar accompaniment for “Self-Combustion” was created by the great music composer “Master Harrison Clark” himself.
That was a fact.
Harrison Clark’s creative talent might be rather insignificant, and his performance wasn’t very inspired.
His performance had only one strength: precision, which came from a dull and boring but highly professional and focused training.
So he could maintain a consistent level of performance every time.
Mr. Green:”Harrison, just tell me, what do you want to do? What exactly is the second detonation plan?”
Harrison Clark’s expression suddenly became solemn, “I know you very well. You won’t believe me without evidence, so I’ll do it first, and you can judge for yourself afterward. By the way, let me remind you that there may be some unexpected changes in the quantum network, so pay attention. Also, don’t let anyone else know what we’re talking about, or you’ll be the sinner of all time.”
After saying that, Clark began his second performance.
Unlike the first time, he played the notes backward, starting from the last note and moving forward.
The resulting music was very strange.
No longer passionate, but rather eerie and gloomy.
Mr. Green hastily connected to the external network, but he only opened the one-way data transmission. External data and reports can only come in, and nothing from his end would leak out.
When Harrison Clark was about a third of the way through his performance, important intelligence came in from the external network monitoring department.
On the renegade faction’s heavy spaceship, a neutrino signal transmitter was broadcasting a specific frequency signal worldwide.
The way the signal spread was strikingly similar to the DDOS network attack that occurred a millennium ago.
It was a primitive but very effective and extremely difficult-to-block network attack tactic.
Upon receiving this signal, some of the long-silent base-level code in the central intelligence suddenly became active without warning.
Two seconds later, a new analysis report came out.
This active part of the base-level code was quickly self-replicating, mobilizing more resources, and began sending signals to the Earth’s core.
In another second, another report appeared right in front of Mr. Green.
The technical department tried to restore the signal that was currently attacking the global quantum network with a DDOS attack, but failed. The encryption method was the same as Dr. Sergey’s mechanism used in the Quark Quantum Bomb.
It was estimated that if the DDOS attack persisted, the bomb located at the Earth’s core would detonate in three minutes.
“I believe you! Stop! Stop now!”
Slap!
Harrison Clark pressed down on the guitar strings.
The external crisis quickly and naturally subsided, with Dr. Sergey’s code going silent once more.
Clark looked at Mr. Green, pale-faced, and smiled: “As you can see. The second way to detonate the bomb is by playing the guitar accompaniment for ‘Self-Combustion’ in reverse. The activation method itself is irreversible and can only be achieved by releasing a complete set of musical data code into the quantum network, triggering the mechanism.”
“Once released, Dr. Sergey’s code would immediately read and fully awaken, starting Earth’s countdown to destruction. This process cannot be paused or stopped. You understand why Dr. Sergey did this, I’m sure. But just by chance, there’s someone here who can manually play the guitar in reverse, and I happen to be that person, so I can stop.”
“I’m giving you fair warning now. In five minutes, my spaceship will officially leave the atmosphere, and my finger will stay on the send button for the data package. If I detect even the slightest disturbance, I’ll press it, and everything will be decided.”
Clark finished speaking, cut off the communication himself, and went out to give orders.
The rest was up to Mr. Green on the other side.
“Go!”
In the command cabin, Clark looked up at the sky and said loudly.
In his right hand was a small electronic box he’d just made.
In the sky, the main ship and many cruisers and battlecruisers were frantically turning around.
“Report! Energy anomalies have been detected outside our spaceship! This energy radiation is moving from inside the spaceship outwards!”
At the same time, the military communicator relayed a message with Mr. Green’s voice.
“Stay calm! Don’t panic! We’re withdrawing our spy-type ultra-nanorobotics!”
Harrison Clark grinned, “Well done! Quite impressive.”
As expected of the military, they managed to put such a plan together in such a short time without his knowledge.Ultra-nanorobots have infiltrated.
If it weren’t for Harrison Clark’s successful negotiation, perhaps the spaceship would have been hijacked in an instant without anyone knowing.
Harrison Clark’s threat worked.
He was 100% confident about it.
Those on the other side were too dependent on logical thinking, which seemed to make their thought patterns seamless, always making the right decisions, but actually it made it easier for Harrison Clark to predict their actions.
The absence of flaws is the biggest flaw.
About half an hour passed, and many leaders in the Executive Council watched the giant spaceship dragging a long tail of flames away from Earth’s gravity and heading for the outer Solar System, all sighing in relief.
Harrison Clark finally let go of his tension slightly, and sat down on the commander’s chair.
He looked back at the medical cabin, filled with mixed feelings.
Sergey Ponomarenko was a ruthless man. This calculation spanned generations, reaching five hundred years to the present.
Back then, Sergey hid this diary in the depths of the materials in the library of Kirov University, which he founded himself, as paper records.
It was eventually discovered by the founding principal of the Exile Faction, who was then the principal of Kirov University.
The principal, having read the diary, understood Sergey’s ideas and cognition more deeply, with the logical connections perfectly closed.
He then no longer doubted Sergey’s judgment, founded the Exile Faction, and passed the diary down through the generations as the greatest secret of the Exile Faction. It eventually reached Needham Brown’s hands and finally provided significant assistance to Harrison Clark’s actions.
Harrison Clark realized the other meaning of Sergey’s bomb.
His threat was not only to the human race but also to the invaders.
Sergey was half-successful.
But threats alone cannot change the fate of mankind.
Harrison Clark believed that when the invaders actually arrived, they would have a way to prevent the explosion.
The only way not to let the other side succeed was to detonate the bomb in advance.
But people always want to survive, and they won’t give up until the last moment. No one has the right to make this decision.
So it became an unsolvable deadlock.
Harrison Clark was not disappointed, because the responsibility for the other half of success now fell on his own shoulders.
History seemed like a beautifully rhyming circle poem.
Harrison Clark inspired Carrie Thomas to compose Self-Combustion, which enlightened Sergey after five hundred years.
Although Sergey was still deceived and blinded, leaving behind a signal amplifier that aided tyranny, his diary helped Harrison Clark again after five hundred years.
The story began with Harrison Clark and ended with him.
Time formed a wonderful loop around him.
Harrison Clark realized the power of time loops anew.
It was like a never-ending turbo boost.
As long as he didn’t die, the power of this circular amplification would be infinite.
As long as he didn’t give up easily, victory would eventually come one day.
Looking at the stars, Harrison Clark’s thoughts wandered.
He began planning how much he could do with the month he had after going back this time.
If only he could cultivate a few more people like Sergey to help him resolve his worries, and share the responsibility, that would be great.
In the endless future that would inevitably continue to loop, he no longer felt lonely.
Although they were all strangers, Harrison Clark still felt that he had received support from many like-minded fellow beings.
“Ahead, Pluto! After a brief rest at Pluto, we’ll go to the edge of the Solar System! I want to see what that thing is like up close!”
A blockade with a radius of two light years.
Merely imagining it was enough to make his heart race and his breathing quicken..
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