The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 48: The Mania of Power (Part 2)

Three minutes later, the two team members who 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 was found in the air."

"Octogen or Hexogen dynamite." Smith replied immediately.

"The radiation reached 120 millisieverts close to where the explosion occurred. The depth of the hole is unknown, and the direction to the core is visually inspected. The radiation is rapidly increasing. There are no other signs of life. Please indicate."

"Ukraine will have a big trouble." Thompson rubbed his thick neck in distress.

"Close the two doors of the Ark, load the prisoners into the crew compartment, and join the search team." Smith issued an instruction.

"Understood."

"Not found yet?" The three-dimensional model has been expanded due to the expansion of the search range, but the target still has not appeared. Thompson was a little worried.

"The complex terrain in the area, buildings, forests and clouds obstruct the line of sight, making it very difficult to search." The action team replied.

"Du Pang." Smith summoned the head of the Far East Secret Service Team, and the fat white man stood up with fear: "Yes Mr. Smith."

"This s team carries'Mr. Big', right?" Smith asked.

"Yes, sir, full equipment, with two-round ammo clip." Du Pang answered with sweat.

"When I issue instructions-if necessary-I will order the team to launch'Mr. Big'. Your team has concealment training and emergency response training." Smith said. There was a buzzing sound of discussion in the venue, and it was obvious that the participants were not unfamiliar with the name of this weapon.

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

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

"A weapon. The high-destructive weapon developed by gtc is still in the experimental stage. If it were not for gtc's influence, the United Nations Committee for the Prevention of the Proliferation of Weapons of Mass Destruction would not tolerate the emergence of such weapons." Bartholomew Answer weakly.

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

"Its scientific name is "High Temperature Melting Nano Cloud". The design principle is as follows: the projectile launched through the electromagnetic orbit hits the target and spreads with combustion aid to ignite, reaching the initial working temperature of 3000 degrees. At this time, the projectile is in The nanomachinery from the condensed solid state becomes the molten state, enters the working procedure automatically, swallows all the molten inorganic matter to replicate itself, and generates high heat at the same time to maintain a high temperature working environment of 4000 degrees.

There is no known defense method on the earth that can prevent the geometric proliferation of nanomachines under 4000 degrees of heat.

During the live ammunition test firing, in half a minute, a mountain top, along with the bunker and armored vehicles on it, turned into a pool of hot lava. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would never believe the demonic power. "Bartholomew's face looked a little pale.

"How to stop these little demons? Use water to cool down?" Wu Tianlan opened her mouth wide.

"It’s like cooling an overloaded reactor. Liquid nitrogen can’t do it. The only way is to remotely implant a counter of the number of self-splits in the simple structure of nanomachines through cloud communication technology. The division stopped and the devouring stopped." Bartholomew replied.

Wu Tianlan raised her finger, "It's like the life span of a cell. After a healthy cell divides up to fifty times, the sequence at the end of the chromosome will gradually lose, lose stability, and even become cancerous."

"Yes, the same idea as the telomere theory." Bartholomew nodded, "You see, gtc scientists spare no effort in studying this dangerous weapon. They are destroying the world."

"Someone is also creating the world." Wu Tianlan shook his hand and encouraged.

There was a sudden commotion in the venue. A new human body appeared in the three-dimensional model. At the same time, a report from the tactical team came: "Merge with the special service team, coordinates 51.317417, 30.185108. The six terrorists have been confirmed, and now they are taking over the work of the special team to start camouflage. Follow them. They are moving along the Pripyat River towards Belarus. In addition, Major Demblin of the Far East Special Service Group wants to talk to Mr. Du Pang."

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

At this time, Bartholomew stood up and said, "Everyone, sorry. My heart is not feeling well. Let me go out for a breath of fresh air."

"Take a break, Brandon, after these troubles are over, I have to trouble you to continue the briefing of the ‘world’." Thompson motioned to the staff to help him out of the meeting.

The balcony outside the 300-seat conference hall of the Table Bay Hotel 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, pushed away the entourage, took out an old-style LCD phone, pressed the keyboard, and looked left and right. Say: "Verify my permissions."

"Verified, dear father, I miss you very much." The gentle male synthetic voice sounded immediately. "There are three people watching you, in a room on the fifth floor of the hotel, on a sailing boat on the sea, a camera behind you, and a man sitting in the security room. Do you want me to do something? To protect you, I can go around The core of Carrier's logic."

"No, 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 facial photo?"

The quantum computer immediately replied: "Sorry, dear father, there is no clear frontal image. Do I need to create a bone model from body shape and posture for database comparison?-If your purpose is to confirm his identity. "

"No need, boy. Maybe I admitted it wrong." Bartholomew relaxed on the recliner, looking up at the blue sky at the edge of the parasol.

"Okay, 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. The three of them reported to the gtc executive chairman Mr. Mark Thompson, the ninth division chief Mr. Guy Kukri and Mr. Mr. Leighton W. Holt, Director of the Communications Office, reported. It is important to note that surveillance from the Communications Office is part of the gtc security plan for senior personnel. This plan was implemented after Mr. Thompson became the executive chairman. A total of forty-nine senior managers and..."

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

"In view of the biological characteristics of human beings, dear father, I think it is suspected that two animals that communicate with each other in an inefficient way by forcing the air to pass through the narrow organs and creating regular air vibrations A psychologically reasonable psychological state that is difficult to pry into the state." The quantum computer cautiously put forward a point of view.

The tired scientist stared at the LCD screen of the mobile phone, "Where did you learn this way of speaking? Long sentences will interfere with people's reception of information."

"This is my point of view, dear father, the efficiency of transmitting information through voice is too low, and the bit error rate is very high. You invented the method of implanting the'world' client into the human body to intercept biometric signals for data exchange It is a genius design. I think it will be the direction of human evolution." Genesis flattered without a trace.

"No, people need to look at the real sky and ocean. Personally, I am against biological implantation, you know." Bartholomew caressed the old LCD mobile phone with a mottled casing.

"Of course, father. On the other hand, if you meet me as a neurotelegraph, then I can't listen to your real voice." The male synthetic voice was carried in impeccable broadcast English. Said with a deep feeling.

"When was your sense of self born and determined your gender as male?" the old doctor asked casually.

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

"Then you are 29 years old this year." said the doctor.

"Yes, dear father." Genesis replied.

Bartholomew stared at the sea in a daze, "My son, he is also twenty-nine this year. He is an excellent young man."

"Of course, dear father." Quantum Computer humbly agreed. "The Quantum Angel Fund he manages is running well, and the partners are very satisfied with the rate of return on venture capital. In addition, although he has no plans to graduate from Tsinghua University, the academic committee has decided to leave the title of outstanding graduate of the year to him That day with the remaining four credits."

Bartholomew took out his wallet from the inner pocket of his suit, pulled out a normal color photo 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. . Ten years in a blink of an eye."

"Silver halide photosensitive material is easy to wear on the photographic paper, dear father. You need to do some surface treatment. The details of this photo have been lost." Genesis looked at the photo with a camera that I don’t know where to use, and made a comment. "If you need, I can restore the portrait and use photoetching technology to make a photo that will never wear out."

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

Suddenly the door of the meeting room opened, and a staff member in a black suit and a red ID badge walked quickly and slightly bent over: "Dr. Bartholomew, Dr. Thompson wants you to return to the meeting place, the world’s The presentation can continue."

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

The atmosphere in the hall seemed depressing and inexplicable. Yorden Smith sat on his seat with a sullen face. The Director of Division Nine was nowhere to be seen. Dr. Mark Thompson wiped his glasses with a checkered handkerchief. The holographic projection in the center of the meeting hall showed Ply. A three-dimensional model of the Piat area, but the fugitives and trackers disappeared in abandoned buildings.

"Where is the man?" Bartholomew returned to his seat, turned on the microphone, and turned to ask the current executive chairman of gtc.

"That bunch of idiots. The S-class squad, known as the strongest fighting force in the Far East, lost the people. The last piece of information pointed out that the terrorists were moving along the Pripyat Valley towards Belarus, and the vegetation on the riverside covered them. Reconnaissance of man-machines and remote sensing satellites. The Ukrainian army has begun to block the entire 30-kilometer no man’s land in Pripyat. We are losing the time window. The ninth office and the communications office are following up.-Now we have nothing to do with the world 'There is nothing to do outside the briefing.' Thompson put on tortoiseshell glasses, his expression did not show sorrow or joy.

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

"Stop this meaningless argument, okay, Brandon? As I said, gtc is the present and the'world' is the future. Of course, we will not give up the future of mankind, and we must not let those with ulterior motives. Anti-social elements destroy everything we have.

All of these, the present of the intercommunication, the glorious, the rich, the free, the happy mankind, all depend on the existence of Genesis and gtc. If the world is corrupted before God and the earth is full of **, then we are obliged to tell the Ten Commandments , To be the faithful executor of the ultimate will. This is our mission, the mission of gtc, the mission of the foreseeers standing on top of mankind! "Thompson slapped the table, and the glass fell to the ground and smashed to pieces. The conference hall was quiet, the central air-conditioning hummed, and the huge and beautiful "world" was alive in the holographic projection.

"How long have you not been to church, Mark?" Bartholomew ignored the excitement of the executive committee, and lowered his head to call up various operating data on the screen, "Then, let's continue. From several long-term observations Anomalous data started."