YM778.TV Chapter 214 - 214: 169: My True Love is Science, No One
Chapter 214 - 214: 169: My True Love is Science, No One
Even the persistently troublesome Lion had not escaped her sanction.
Harrison Clark said, “Want to see my full combat potential?”
How disappointing.
That’s impossible.
Give up.
He would still continue to train appropriately, trying his best to improve his operational proficiency.
However, he would request to disable the system’s function of broadcasting training parameters to the outside, at least so others wouldn’t know how much effort he was putting in.
If the request is denied, then he’s sorry, until the day of the decisive battle, he would, at most, only exert fifty percent of his strength.
No one could force him.
If someone managed to annoy him, he could go to the Academy, randomly set up a waste project team, and be a genuine slacker.
In any case, as long as his proficiency improved, he could still explode when needed.
Having sorted out his thoughts, Harrison Clark sat on the sofa, cross-legged, opened his personal terminal, and logged into his expert-level researcher account at the Academy.
“Lucia, help me search for information. Show me a summary of all human technological achievements!”
The next moment, images fluidly flowed across the screen, showing a rich and diverse array of knowledge systems before him.
Energy Science, Material Science, Dynamics, Communications, Biomedical Studies, Theoretical Physics, Astrochemistry…
More than thirty major subjects.
Each category held within it several, if not dozens, of sub-disciplines.
Under many of these sub-disciplines were even more subcategories.
Harrison felt a bit dizzy from the vast amount of information, much like a cow uneasily facing a giant pumpkin.
But he did not lose heart. With nearly eleven months left, he was sure he could dig out something.
After a brief planning session, he clicked on the filter bar and set it to only display tech achievements from the 21st century.
Well, that looked a bit tidier.
With a deep breath, he got to work.
He was scanning for tech breakthroughs.
As for which technologies to transfer, he had some immature ideas before.
It was to target those major technologies that had reached a bottleneck in the early 21st century and could break through into the next stage with just one key insight.
Harrison Clark was not sure whether this idea would work, but it was worth trying nonetheless.
As time flew by quickly, three days had passed in the blink of an eye.
The gloomy and beaten Daniel Thompson had returned.
Harrison Clark also came out of his room, looking equally worn out and somber, with a complicated expression on his face.
He felt regretful!
Why could he only come and go without taking anything tangible?
Why couldn’t he take back any finished product for others to study?
Even if he could bring back a hard disk or a photograph, that would be far better.
He had to rely on his memory for everything and then either orally or in writing describe these technologies to others, which was indeed laborious.
Many things might seem simple to an outsider looking in.
Like the common lament, “If I were born in Mr. Ma’s era and had such a good chance, I might have created something like Alibaba.”
However, when they truly find themselves in such a situation and start to act on a certain matter beyond idle talk, the complex truth that lies beneath the seemingly simple phenomena begins to emerge.
Unlike his past actions of indirectly advancing technological progress through songwriting and saving lives, there were many difficulties and obstacles in directly advancing technological progress.
For example, it wasn’t easy for Harrison to find the breakthrough he wanted.
He’s not a top-tier researcher and did not know how far the cutting-edge technology of humans had progressed by 2020 or where it had stagnated.
Most of the related documents were very brief, reaching the conclusion directly without recording the progress in the development of the technology.
Besides, even if he found the breakthrough point, his present Summits Ventures industry hadn’t yet entered that field.
It was hard for him to look for collaborators.
Find someone at random, coax them with a few words and get them to pledge allegiance?
Do they think people are fools?
Just like how he dealt with Martha Owen, present the answer directly?
Then others will cheerfully claim his answer and casually reply, “Who are you? Do we know each other?”
Pure and innocent human beings of the 21st century? Hardly.
At that time, the theme for humanity was internal strife. The never-ending conflicts between nations, races, and cultures.
So human nature at that time was much more complicated.
Yet Harrison Clark wasn’t in a hurry, he was mentally prepared for the difficulties of this process.
Right now, he was just broadly scanning to gain a general understanding of the evolution of technological development.
But he knew that his final resort will have to be on Rainer brothers’ minds.
Not to fleece a sheep right by your side would be foolish.
“Harrison Clark, come on, let’s train. Everyone has finished the basic training, and people like Marthus are ready to interface with the Morrowind System one after another. Everyone is hoping you come back and demonstrate the routines,” Daniel Thompson urged him through the communicator.
After the three-day round trip to Mars and mulling over life there, Daniel Thompson seemed to have vaguely grasped some philosophical truths about life. Even his way of communicating had changed.
He no longer used the stern bearing of a drill sergeant to pressure Harrison into training, but instead tried to convince him to help lead the rest of the team.
Appealing to his sense of reason and emotions, he didn’t believe Harrison Clark could resist.
And indeed, Harrison Clark caved in.
“He’s here, he’s here!”
The other trainees on the training ground were excited when they spotted him from a distance.
Marthus was particularly excited. He already reached the standard ahead of time; tomorrow, he would be able to access the Morrowind System too.
Among this batch of new soldiers at the Black Bear Training Base, Marthus was second only to Harrison Clark in terms of speed to meet the criteria.
He too began to dream big..