Three minutes later, the two team members who had entered the depths of the "ark" retreated and immediately reported: "There is a 2-meter-diameter hole in the concrete wall on the northwest side of the sarcophagus, and the depolymerized monomer CH2NNO2 has been found in the air. ”

"Octogen or Hesojin explosives. Smith replied immediately.

"Radiation close to the place where the explosion occurred reached 120 millisieverts. The depth of the hole is unknown, and the direction to the core is visually observed. Radiation is increasing rapidly. There were no other signs of life. Please instruct. ”

"Ukraine will make a big fuss. Thompson rubbed his thick neck in annoyance.

"Close the two gates of the 'Ark', load the captives into the member pods, and join the search party. Smith commanded.

"Understood. ”

"Not found yet?" The 3D model has expanded due to the expansion of the search area, but the target has still not appeared. Thompson was in a hurry.

"The terrain in the area is complex, and buildings, forests and clouds obscure the view, making it very difficult to search. The team replied.

"Du Pang. Smith summoned the head of the Far Eastern secret service, and the white fat man stood up in fear: "Yes, Mr. Smith." ”

"This S-team carries 'Mr. Big', isn't it? Smith asked.

"Yes sir, fully equipped with a two-round capacity ammo clip. Du Pang replied wiping his sweat.

"When I give the order - if necessary - I will order the team to launch 'Mr. Big', your team has had covert training and emergency response training. Smith spoke. There was a buzz in the room, and it was clear that the participants were not unfamiliar with the name of the weapon.

"Of course sir, they are the best of the best, the best tactical group in the entire Far East. Du Pang replied immediately without hesitation. Smith nodded.

"What is Mr. Big?" Wu Tianlan asked in a low voice.

"A weapon. The GTC's self-developed weapons of high destruction are still in the experimental stage, and the UN Committee on the Prevention of the Proliferation of Weapons of Mass Destruction would not have tolerated the emergence of such weapons if it were not for the influence of the GTC. Bartholomew replied weakly.

"I still don't understand. Wu Tianlan stared at the old scientist.

"Its scientific name is 'high-temperature molten nanocloud', and the design principle is as follows: the projectile launched through the electromagnetic orbit hits the target and spreads the accelerant to ignite, reaching an initial working temperature of 3000 degrees, at this time, the nanomachinery in the projectile changes from a condensed state to a molten state, automatically enters the working program, devours all melted inorganic matter and replicates itself, and at the same time produces high heat to maintain a working environment of 4000 degrees.

There is no known defense on Earth that can stop the geometric proliferation of nanomachines at 4000 degrees of heat.

During the live-fire test, in half a minute, a mountain with the pillboxes and armored vehicles on it turned into a pool of hot magma, and if you didn't see it with your own eyes, you couldn't believe the demonic power at all. Bartholomew's face turned a little pale.

"How do you make these little devils stop, cool down with water?" Wu Tianlan opened her mouth wide.

"It's like cooling an overloaded reactor, liquid nitrogen can't do it. The only way to do this is to remotely implant a counter of the number of self-splitting in the simple structure of the nanomachine through cloud communication technology, and when the number of splits stops when the limit number is reached, the devouring stops. Bartholomew replied.

Wu Tianlan raised her fingers, "It's like the lifespan of a cell." After a healthy cell divides up to 50 times, the sequence at the end of the chromosome gradually loses its stability, and even becomes cancerous. ”

"Yes, along the same lines with the telomere theory. Bartholomew nodded, "See, GTC scientists have spared no effort in researching this dangerous weapon. They are destroying the world. ”

"There are people who are creating the world. Wu Tianlan held his hand and encouraged.

There was a sudden commotion in the venue, a new human body appeared in the three-dimensional model, and at the same time, the report of the tactical team came: "Rendezvous with the special service team, coordinates 51.317417, 30.185108." Six terrorists have been confirmed, and now they have taken over the work of the special service team and turned on camouflage to track them. They are moving along the Pripyat River in the direction of Belarus. In addition, Major Dembling of the Far Eastern Special Service wanted to speak with Mr. Doupang. ”

"No, let them find their own way back to the Hungarian base and wait for processing. Smith said coldly. Du Pang kept wiping his sweat with a handkerchief.

At this point, Bartholomew stood up, "Everyone, I'm sorry. My heart wasn't very comfortable, so I went out and got some fresh air. ”

"Take a break, Brandon, and after all this trouble, I have to trouble you to continue the 'world' briefing. Thompson motioned for staff to help him out of the room.

The balcony outside the door of the conference hall of Table Bay Hotel for 300 people faces the blue bay, dotted with white sails on the calm sea, and the sun is so warm that people want to doze off. Bartholomew walked to the railing alone, sat on a white beach chair, asked for a glass of lemonade from the waiter, branched off his entourage, took out an old LCD mobile phone, pressed the keyboard, looked left and right, and said, "Verify my permissions." ”

"Verified, dear father, I miss you so much. A gentle male synthesized voice immediately sounded. "There are three people watching you, in a room on the fifth floor of the hotel, on a sailboat on the sea, with a camera behind you and a man sitting in the security room. Do you want me to do something? To protect you, I can bypass the core of altruistic logic. ”

"No need, kid. Do me a favor and don't let anyone know. Bartholomew whispered.

"Of course, dear father. Genesis respectfully promised.

"I just took the image of the terrorist, can the man behind the leader get a clear face photo?"

The quantum computer immediately replied: "Sorry, dear father, there is no clear positive image. Do you need me to create a skeletal model from the body shape and posture for database comparison?-if your purpose is to confirm his identity. ”

"No need, kid. Maybe I'm mistaken. Bartholomew relaxed in the chaise longue and looked up at the blue sky on the edge of the parasol.

"Yes, dear father. ”

After a few minutes of silence, Genesis took the initiative to speak: "I have confirmed the identities of the three people who are monitoring you, and they report to Mr. Mark Thompson, Chairman of the GTC Executive Committee, Mr. Guy Cookley, Chief of Division 9, and Mr. Layton W. Holt, Director of the Communications Division. It should be noted that the surveillance from the Communications Service is part of the GTC's senior personnel security plan, which was implemented by resolution of Mr. Thompson as Chairman of the Executive Committee, and currently includes a total of 49 senior executives and ......"

"I don't want to know that. Bartholomew sighed, "Endless doubts and power struggles." ”

"In view of the biology of man, dear father, I suspect that it is a psychogenic rational state of mind produced by two animals who communicate by pressing air through the holes of narrow organs to create regular air vibrations, due to the difficulty of peering into each other's true state of mind. "Quantum computers are cautious in making their points.

The tired scientist stared at the LCD screen of his phone, "Where did you learn this way of speaking? Too long sentences can interfere with people's reception of information." ”

"That's my point of view, dear father, transmitting information through voice, it's too inefficient, and the bit error rate is high. Your invention of implanting a 'world' client into the human body to intercept biotelecommunications for data exchange is a genius design, and I think this will be the evolutionary direction of humanity. "Genesis slapped on the back without a trace.

"No, people need to look at the real sky and the sea. I'm personally against bioimplantation, you know. Bartholomew lovingly stroked the old LCD screen phone with a mottled shell.

"Of course, father. On the other hand, if you meet me in a neural signal, I can't listen to you. The male synthesizer said in impeccable radio English with a strong sense of color.

"When was your self-perception born and determined your gender to be male?" the old doctor asked casually.

12 July 2023 14:22:03 GMT. Genesis immediately replied.

"Then you're 29 years old. The doctor said.

"Yes, dear father. Genesis replied.

Bartholomew looked at the sea intently, "My son is also twenty-nine years old this year. He's a great guy. ”

"Of course, dear father. The quantum computer humbly agreed. "The Quantum Angel Fund he manages is running well, and the partners are very happy with the return on the venture capital. In addition, although he has no plans to graduate from Tsinghua University, the academic committee has decided to save the title of Outstanding Graduate of the Year until the day when he completes the only four credits remaining. ”

Bartholomew took out his wallet from the inner pocket of his suit, pulled out a plain color photograph from the mezzanine, and pointed to the portrait on it: "He didn't like to take pictures since he was a child. This photo was left when he left home ten years ago. It's been ten years in the blink of an eye. ”

"Silver halide photosensitive material photographic paper is easy to wear, dear father. You'll need to do some surface treatment. The details of this photo have been lost. Genesis used a camera from nowhere to look at the picture and make comments. "If you need it, I can recreate the portrait and use photo-etching technology to create a photo that will never wear out. ”

"Memories wear out, too. The doctor pointed to his head. "The laws of nature, let him go. ”

Suddenly, the door of the conference room opened, and a staff member in a black suit and a red ID tag walked briskly and bent slightly: "Dr. Bartholomew, Dr. Thompson hopes that you will return to the venue so that the 'World' briefing can continue." ”

"Of course. The doctor sighed, turned off his phone, stood up and followed him back to the 300-seat chamber.

The atmosphere in the room was oppressive, Joden Smith sat in his seat with a grim face, the Director of the Ninth Division was nowhere to be seen, Dr. Mark Thompson rubbed his glasses with a checkered handkerchief, and the holographic projection in the center of the chamber showed a three-dimensional model of the Pripyat area, but both the fugitives and trackers disappeared into the abandoned buildings.

"Where's the people?" Bartholomew returned to his seat, turned on the microphone, and turned to ask the current executive chairman of the GTC.

"Those idiots. The S-class team, which claims to be the strongest fighting force in the Far East, lost people. The last piece of information indicated that the terrorists were moving along the Pripyat valley in the direction of Belarus, and that the vegetation along the river obscured the detection of drones and remote sensing satellites. The Ukrainian Army has already begun to block the entire thirty-kilometer no-man's land of Pripyat, and we are losing the window of time. Division 9 and the Communications Division followed up. -- Now we have nothing to do but continue the 'World' briefing. Thompson put on his tortoiseshell glasses, and his expression was not sad or joyful.

"Of course. The 'world' is just a pastime, and killing people is your main business. Bartholomew lights up the touch screen on the desktop and unfolds a 3D model of the "world".

"Stop this meaningless argument, Brandon, I said, GTC is the present, 'the world' is the future, and we certainly won't give up on the future of humanity, and we won't allow those sociopaths with ulterior motives to ruin everything we have.

All this, the present of the interconnected, glorious, abundant, free, and happy human beings, depends entirely on the existence of Genesis and GTC, and if the world is corrupted before God and the earth is full of **, then we are obligated to take the Ten Commandments and be faithful executors of the ultimate will. This is our mission, GTC's mission, the mission of the forerunners who stand on top of humanity!" Thompson slapped the table, and the glass shattered to the ground. The conference hall is quiet, the central air conditioning is humming, and the huge and beautiful "world" is alive in the holographic projection.

"How long has it been since you've been to church, Mark?" Bartholomew ignored the excitement of the executive chairman and lowered his head to bring up various operating data on the screen, "So, let's continue." Start with a few anomalies from several long-term observations. ”