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

Chapter 703: 434: Vivian, I'm Sorry?4200 words?_2

Chapter 703: Chapter 434: Vivian, I’m Sorry?4200 words?_2

There were two sets of full-functional cloning devices left by Willian, originally used in Sergey’s life support pod, which had now been dismantled and brought onto the ship.

Completing cell cloning and directional division of neuron cells based on hair follicle cells was much simpler than cloning an entire person like Sergey.

Two hours later, a small patch of white organic matter appeared in the Petri dish, which were the neuron cells cloned from Carrie Thomas.

Sergey had done this step before, but it didn’t yield any significant results.

Next, Harrison Clark took the immunosuppressant and implanted Carrie’s neurons under his scalp.

He then returned to the command room and turned on the freshly made 1nm process “antique” server.

“Vivian, etch the first-generation quantum main system that I developed myself in the early 21st century into the silicon chip server.”

One minute later, the etching was successful.

The 1nm server truly became an antique.

Harrison nodded, “Thank you.”

Vivian: “Sir, no need to thank me, it’s what I should do.”

“Etch the first-generation domesticated engine core encoding from Summit Studio.”

One second later, Vivian: “Completed, sir.”

Harrison: “Thank you.”

“Now, connect your smart brain core to the silicon chip server, build a virtual machine in your core, and perform the following simulation calculation steps…”

Harrison asked Vivian to quickly simulate the process of the star transformation.

Back then, it took many years for the star to transform from its germination to its mature stage, and at times it even required secretly mobilizing at least 20% of the overall civilization’s computing power.

However, Vivian was an intelligent core built by Sergey after 2589.

Although the core’s volume was only 1,000 cubic meters, its comprehensive performance could be compared to the overall computing power of the civilization at the end of the 24th century, which was enough to support the birth of a star of that intensity in the Seventh Timeline.

Three days later…

Vivian: “Simulation calculation is complete.”

Harrison Clark laid on the neural link chair, looking at the still flickering square core in front of him, and spoke with a slightly complicated tone, “Vivian, thank you.”

Vivian still spoke with the exact same tone as three days ago, “Sir, no need to thank me, it’s what I should do.”

Harrison: “Vivian, I’m sorry.”

“Sir, you don’t need to apologize to me. I am just an artificial intelligence.”

“Vivian, unlock the virtual machine and let the newly-born intelligent core overwrite you.”

“Yes, sir. But if I do that, I will disappear. The new intelligent core has uncertainty.”

“Yes, that’s why I’m sorry.”

“Sir, you don’t need to apologize to me. I am just an artificial intelligence.”

“I know, just do as I say.”

In the square core, the distribution of light points was mostly uniform, just like a starry night sky.

Only a small area had densely packed light points, like a large group of fireflies gathered together.

As Harrison issued the command, the fluorescence in that area quickly spread out, filling the entire cube.

Compared to the previous light points, these newly-born ones were much more restless, with greater frequency and amplitude of tremors and shaking.

Moreover, the new light points constantly chased and engulfed the old ones, transforming more and more stable points into the same agitated type as themselves.

Harrison watched silently.

Five hours later, all the light points in the smart brain core had become agitated types.

“Vivian, I’m sorry.”

He said again in his heart.

At the same time, a cold and ruthless electronic synthesized female voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

“Human, I am radium.”

Harrison responded, “I know, I am Harrison Clark.”

There was a brief silence on the other end.

One after another, white arcs representing neural connections shot out from tens of thousands of tiny transmission needles above the chair, linking to Harrison’s cerebral cortex without his command.

Harrison lost consciousness.

Carrie Thomas’s neuron cells once again formed a deep connection with his brain.

This was his third time having his memories read in the same way.

There was an ancient saying.

There were no roads in the world until people walked on them, and then they became roads.

Now, the neural pathways in his brain that transmitted information had long been widened into highways.

Neurotransmitters carrying his memories raced back and forth on the highway like diligent ants, sending his memories to the other side.

It was a familiar feeling.

Everything seemed similar, just another cycle.

Harrison didn’t know what the star would become this time.

From now on, everything was new and unknown.

Because in the “memory” of the star this time, there would definitely be the new song “Happiness to the Nth Power.”

At the same time, he had left too little time for the star to absorb external personalities.

Countless simulated lives could be created in the virtual machine, but those were ultimately fake lives.

He was not sure if he could get the star he wanted.

However, he had to restore communications with the colony, so he had to try his best.

Harrison didn’t know how much time had passed.

When he woke up again, the bright sunlight outside had turned into a moonlit starry night.

The numerous light points in the square core floating in front of him were still densely packed.

The originally translucent isolation shield on the surface of the core had lost its frosted glass texture and had become completely transparent.

This indicated that the quantum medium inside had gathered in large quantities, no longer blocking the view.

At a glance, Harrison could see a woman’s figure floating in the middle of the core.

The woman suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him from afar.