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Chapter 69: Chapter 68:1 Can’t Even See the Tail Lights of a Middle School Student_l
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Harrison Clark felt quite helpless about this.
Highly advanced technology and the vast knowledge system of humanity have resulted in an extremely refined social division of labor.
Although it is said that the potential of the human brain is infinite, life and time are not.
Only the top-level scientists in the current era, with terrifying intelligence that can overshadow the times, can possibly achieve a mastery of all areas and dabble in multiple fields.
But according to his previous understanding, at the very least during his previous visits, such people simply did not exist in this era.
God only exists in fantasies.
Even the most distinguished scientists can only delve deeper into their respective fields, let alone Harrison Clark, a newcomer with a background as an artificially gestated poor recipient, who has never received any higher education before.
At present, he took a shortcut and became a non-staff member of the Ancient Civilization Research Institute.
Both the Ancient Civilization Research Institute and the Yellowstone Research Institute are on equal footing, it’s just a pity that he is only an external staff member of the former.
Moreover, there is a huge difference in the names of the Ancient Civilization and Yellowstone institutes, with their expertise not being aligned.
As for the achievements in medicine and biology within the Ancient Civilization Research Institute, most of them are beyond his comprehension, let alone the encyclopedia of a thousand years, a treasure trove of books that contain a vast array of synthesis methods and explanations about various medicines – as an external staff member, he can’t access those.
Lab rats have rights, but not enough privileges.
Shielding these “outdated” scientific achievements is, in a sense, the World Government’s protection for non-professionals. To make use of education in a post-modern society, there is no need to ponder the entire history of millennia-old technology; one should put their precious energy into things that can be utilized at present.
So, unless one is a dedicated researcher in their specific field, they are simply not allowed to see it.
Protecting a researcher’s time is essentially protecting their life.
Want to touch it? You still have to think of a way to become a regular.
Forget it, I’ll figure something out later.
Really going to push me?
Ten years and three months?
Count me in!
For me, it’s just less than a year’s effort!
But the cost of transitioning now is too great; Harrison Clark is still exploring and doesn’t dare to rush into the gamble.
Furthermore, he could only become an intern in an external cooperation unit of the Yellowstone Research Institute, which would be a bit desolate, and he estimates the privileges wouldn’t be high either.
If he really wants to save the world, instead of doing these fancy operations, it’d be better to copy a few more dozens of Logan Lee’s songs, forcibly elevate Ward Owen’s status in the history of art, and prevent him from ever returning to the Whale Group, which would be a great merit on its own.
As a sidenote, Logan Lee seems to have a strong fate, still existing in history, except for the slight absence of three representative works.
In this world, Logan Lee’s achievements slid slightly, not squeezing into the top thousand from a thousand years ago, but still a very prominent artist in the 21st century who harassed Carrie Thomas.
Harrison Clark will definitely show his deepest heartfelt regards to Logan Lee, making his name disappear from the history books.
In this stage of the 21st century, there are no technological innovations to copy, and Harrison Clark has no other solutions, so he shifts his attention in another direction.
In the 31st century, with his current authority, he could access some useful information.
These are technologies that modern humans can use and need to continue advancing, widely present in high school and university textbooks.
When he was a poor recipient and a soldier, he wasn’t even qualified to read textbooks, but now he has become a second-class citizen and finally has the right to learn.
However…
He could not understand it at all; it felt like reading a completely foreign language.
He couldn’t even grasp the concept of various professional terminologies, let alone sentences composed of countless terminologies?
So he lowered his expectations and went to read junior high school textbooks.
He couldn’t believe it, as he was supposed to be in the state of increased mental sharpness brought on by the coagulation serum…
These are all basic knowledge for those engaged in technical work, and he could finally understand some of it.
At the very least, he could recognize these words and vaguely have a concept in mind.
But…
String Theory, Superstring Theory, Matter-Antimatter Relation Theory, Neutrino Explanation, Entropy and Enthalpy, Basic Forces in the Universe, Oponitz Equation Set, Relationship between Artificial Intelligence Network Heuristic Thinking and Geometric Mathematics, Randomness and Regularity of Low-energy State Quantum Vibration in Quantum Communication…
Harrison Clark slapped himself on the face.
What is all this?
These are junior high school textbooks!
Do junior high school students in a thousand years know how to play with these things?
During the three years when he was a low-income recipient, he wasn’t qualified, nor did he think of pondering the essence of this world, and he didn’t know the terror of these times.
This time, he made a slight attempt to be extraordinary, inspired by “The Fire” to make progress, and only touched the edge of this terrifying Pandora’s Box.
Now it seems that the three years of simulation and five years of college entrance exams are simply weak in comparison.
Forget it, might as well just be an ordinary person who knows how to use things, but doesn’t understand why or how they work.
The World Government’s population hierarchy is meaningful.
Those who live without using their brains are either welfare recipients or hands-on workers, and they don’t need to worry about the principles.
Those who live with their brains, even if they are just grassroots staff in scientific research or production, probably wouldn’t be able to understand a competitor with the intelligence quotient of 133.233 like Harrison Clark.”Lucia, when you mentioned the learning time of more than ten years and three months, did you mean without eating, drinking, sleeping, or resting?”
“Yes, and it must be in a perfect state of 100% focused learning.”
“I admit defeat.”
With a good sense of self-awareness, Harrison Clark immediately gave up trying to comprehend the technology of this era.
He shifted his attention back to the historical evolution of the Whale Group, planning to follow this line to understand the changes over the millennium.
But a strong wave of drowsiness suddenly hit him, and his eyelids could no longer stay open.
The sofa automatically transformed into a bed, a box appeared next to it, and two long mechanical arms extended from underneath, pulling the bedding out, covering Harrison Clark’s body securely.
Where his head rested, the sofa protruded a bit, forming a perfectly wrapped pillow.
There were hissing metallic noises coming from under the bed as the sofa adjusted to the curve of his body, automatically creating the most ergonomically supportive shape.
Harrison Clark had a mediocre sleep.
He had a very long nightmare.
In his dream, he was roaring.
“Who said electrons are not discretely distributed! Relativity is just relativity! How can there be anti-relativity! Light is both a wave and a particle! Light and particles are light! Quarks are the smallest subdivision! They can’t be divided any further!”
Completely broken mentally.
The next day at noon.
Harrison Clark woke up on time, neither more nor less, sleeping for exactly ten hours.
He had too many dreams last night, leaving his head slightly dizzy.
Instead of rushing out of bed, Harrison Clark sat cross-legged on the sofa, staring into space, feeling the sofa automatically supporting him.
He knew what he had dreamt about last night, with a clear memory.
This “dream within a dream” was truly terrifying.
Well, never mind. As long as you don’t have any unrealistic expectations, you’ll never be disappointed.
Just continue looking at historical materials, and don’t try to be a technology mogul in your wildest dreams.
This path is currently a dead end, wait for the future to handle it.
Thinking about Lucia’s intense learning period of over ten years and three months, according to the time conversion, he would need at least thirty years, requiring over thirty round-trips across the millennium.
Who could bear it?
First, make more money, keep boosting Ward Owen’s value, and see if he can continue to exploit Carrie Thomas’s potential, right?
Unfortunately, he won’t be able to copy “The Fire” this time, but it doesn’t matter, Carrie Thomas has other new merchandise.
“Harrison, how was your sleep last night?”
Just after washing up and eating the warm nutritious meal delivered through the pipe, he walked out of the dormitory door to see Daniel Thompson’s bearded face examining him closely.
Harrison Clark took a step back, “Lion, aren’t you going to lead the team in training?”
Daniel Thompson shrugged, “I let them run laps. I came back to check on your condition. It’s fine, no accidents.”
“Were you afraid I wouldn’t wake up?”
“Ha, not at all. It’s just that Professor Owen asked me to keep a closer eye on you. You’re the treasure of all mankind now.”
Harrison Clark shivered, “Don’t be so cheesy, it’s bad for my liver.”
“Ugh…”
Daniel Thompson was defeated this time.
It took Daniel Thompson quite a while to recover from Harrison Clark’s “take care of your liver” comment before he remembered the main point, patting Harrison Clark’s shoulder, “Let’s go.”
“Where to? Regular training?”
Harrison Clark wanted to say he wasn’t interested in regular new recruit training anymore, having already done it three times previously.
They say bad things come in threes, so doing it all over again would be quite devastating.
Daniel Thompson shook his head, “No, considering your special situation, the higher-ups have decided you will directly enter the Azure Dragon Armor adaptation training, starting with theoretical knowledge and simultaneously conducting simulated machine operations.”
“That’s great!” Harrison Clark sighed with relief.
He really… is fed up with acting high and mighty in regular training that he has memorized by heart.
The two walked side by side towards the depths of the base. Harrison Clark thought of the war song “The Fire” from last night, “By the way Lion, I didn’t get a chance to check last night, but I still couldn’t find out why ‘The Fire’ became a war song. Can you tell me a little about it? Even if it’s a long story, can you keep it short?”
Daniel Thompson sighed, “Alright. Do you know? Actually, ‘The Fire’ can’t be considered a military song.”
“Then what is it?”
“It’s our war song for all of humanity.”
“Huh?”
“Do you know about the Yellowstone Research Institute?”
Harrison Clark’s interest was immediately piqued, “I know, what’s the connection between the two?”
“‘The Fire’ becoming our war song starts with the predecessor of the Yellowstone Research Institute. This story is very long and sad….”
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