I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 983 - 610 Creeping Forward_2
Chapter 983: Chapter 610: Creeping Forward_2
Chapter 983 -610: Creeping Forward_2
Lila Brown’s embryonic clone has been synthesized.
She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly, and an orange-red arc carrying data information flashed on the control ball.
The newly formulated nutrient solution was successfully injected.
Simulated neural links were established.
An artificially synthesized “pseudo-soul” from the Star people was injected into the clone.
Lila then turned on the radiation catalyst that could accelerate biochemical reactions and began to observe the following reactions.
The pseudo-soul’s database began to be restored as a pattern of Bose-Einstein Molecular Clusters, being etched little by little into the brain cells of the embryonic clone.
Fusion began, and the progress percentage continued to rise.
As the progress rose to 90%, Lila unconsciously held her breath and continued to observe little by little.
91%, 92%… 96.55%.
Crack!
A firecracker-like crisp sound echoed in the monitor, and the embryonic clone burst open in the nutrient solution.
Failure.
Lila shook her head and reported her failure truthfully.
The next second, the project progress integration group in the research institute received Lila’s data, then integrated it with other new data and analyzed it.
Three seconds later, Lila received feedback.
“This result is effective. The stability of the philosopher’s embryo has increased by one in thirty billion, and the success rate of resurrection has increased by one in sixty-three billion. Thank you, Lila.”
The response was concise and seemed quite approving.
However, Lila did not bask in her success, but quickly absorbed new data synchronized from other groups and extraterrestrial collaboration units, ready to start a new experiment.
In just a few minutes, more than a thousand subgroups in the research institute made substantive progress.
Lila’s group had the highest project contribution rate, exactly one in sixty-three billion.
There were other groups with relatively close contribution rates, but some were several orders of magnitude lower.
Among extraterrestrial collaboration units, as many as tens of thousands of groups provided positive contributions, but these contributions were several orders of magnitude lower than those from the research institute’s internal groups.
Progress was extremely slow, but no one lost heart, as they could at least see the constant opportunity to approach their goal.
Once, a physicist in the 20th century proposed a hypothesis: by stacking countless gears together and without considering deformation and material rigidity, twisting the gear at the front could theoretically cause the edge of the last gear to rotate at or even beyond the speed of light.
Rotating the last gear could provide enough force to the first gear to shake the entire universe.
Although it was an impossible hypothesis and merely a fantasy when the physicist proposed it, it can be likened to the thoughts of the researchers in the Morrowind Empire today.
We exhaust the power of countless individuals to do the same thing.
By advancing little by little, we can leverage the entire universe with knowledge and belief.
Two hours passed by, unnoticed.
The preheating of the Worm Type 3 engine was finally completed.
The tail ends of eighteen cylindrical ships began to spray thin bluish light.
The chains were pulled taut.
The Fish-man Corpse Planet began to move upward vertically, bit by bit.
In the planned route, Worm Type 3 would carry the Corpse Planet along a direction perpendicular to the Milky Way’s ecliptic plane.
Just as the acceleration started, the research institute base finally emitted a slight vibration and then quickly stopped.
Some people slowly looked up, their gaze momentarily resting on the distant, green pea-sized sun through the transparent roof.
It’s finally time to go. Goodbye, hometown. Goodbye, family. Goodbye, friends.
James Wright, however, remained completely unaware, staring intently at the simulated embryo and quantum data modeling before him.
In the modeling, he could see that a quantum fluctuation carrying a vast amount of information was approaching and enveloping the entire Fish-man Corpse Planet.
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This was the very personality carrier of the philosopher Harrison Clark.
Finally, Lila stopped her experiment.
She was struggling to rub her hair in pain.
In just two hours, she had nearly exhausted all her accumulated knowledge, and now she was trapped in a bottleneck.
Perhaps due to her emotional agitation, Lila’s chest began to ache again.
This pain was like a needle stirring in her chest, growing more and more intense.
Under normal circumstances, the portable Gamma Knife hidden in her shirt button would have automatically activated and started to selectively remove foreign DNA from her body.
But this time, the portable Gamma Knife remained motionless.
It was not due to equipment malfunctions, but because she had forcibly shut down the automatic activation mechanism of the Gamma Knife.
When a person thinks thoroughly about a problem to the point of obsession, some bizarre ideas may emerge from time to time.
Such as changing one’s environment in the hope of stimulating some inspiration.
Some writers, when stuck on their writing, would take a walk with their hands behind their back, thinking wildly while walking, and suddenly come up with new ideas or sort out some previous confusions.
Or perhaps, a writer feels that changing the keyboard, changing the typing feel, can make the creative process smoother and the resulting work more fluid.
And then there are some researchers who, when struggling with certain design parameters, leave them on a whim and drive home. On the way home, during traffic jams or break times at traffic lights, they would use their fingers to gesture in the air, and things would naturally get back on track.
It might be an esoteric strategy, but sometimes it is effective.
Lila’s thought process at this moment was bizarre even among bizarre ideas and bordering on madness.
