I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 636: Chapter 402: The Betrayal of Egyptian Tribe, The Second Layer of Decryption (5000 words, seeking monthly votes)_1

Professional matters require professionals.

On the surface, he was just a young man in his twenties, while behind the scenes, he was an unbeatable music producer who could single-handedly handle lyrics and composing. Diving deeper, he was a hegemonic scientist who never conducted experiments but whose theories could lead the era, so much so that the Nobel Prizes of the next few decades would be required to be renamed with the surname Chen. Ultimately, he was Harrison Clark, a Galactic human who had been leaping around for thousands of years – undoubtedly the most professional alien expert of this era.

Mendelson was unhappy for a moment when Harrison snatched his position, but quickly restrained himself.

That’s because he noticed Harrison squinting his eyes and carefully examining the symbols on the spheres.

These symbols were undoubtedly the language of alien civilizations, but their structure was too complex.

In the entire spaceship, there were only a handful of symbols, not enough samples for analysis. Even the most erudite linguists would be left scratching their heads.

Some of the symbols had been deliberately disseminated. The Area 52 Research Institute hoped that more ingenious civilian experts would participate and pool their wisdom.

However, the result was that most people took out their phones and started Googling or Baidu-ing, or simply treating these symbols as QR codes, scanning them while cursing why they couldn’t be scanned.

Harrison leaned down and squinted at the square symbols.

His vision was far superior to that of ordinary people.

Other researchers needed to use a magnifying glass to see the symbols clearly, but he didn’t need to – his naked eyes were enough.

The writing structure of the Egyptian tribe was odd; one couldn’t even call it writing, as it was more like a pattern.

In the one-centimeter-square grid pattern, horizontal and vertical lines formed complex patterns, resembling mazes or an amateur designer’s integrated circuit board design, no wonder people mistook it for a QR code.

At first glance, the patterns on the various large and small spheres seemed the same, but in fact, each had subtle differences.

Due to physiological and cognitive differences, the Egyptian tribe’s “writing” for recording information was completely different from that of humans.

The Egyptian tribe could leave a large amount of information in one picture and rely on semi-carbon structure and semi-metal artificial intelligence’s subtle vision and rigorous logic to understand the meaning of the picture.

The Egyptian tribe’s escape vessel found in the Proxima Centauri Colony was much larger and more technologically advanced than the one on Earth, and even had corpses inside. As a result, it yielded much more information after a longer analysis period.

The symbols were also included in the intelligence exchanged between the three parties at that time.

Although humans still couldn’t understand the precise meaning of these symbols, the general idea was clear.

Harrison searched for a moment and then confirmed a small sphere at the edge.

This small sphere represented the main computer core of the spaceship.

At this time, a faint fluorescence was flickering on the small sphere.

Seeing Harrison’s gaze fall on the sphere, Mendelson wanted to show off, “We’ve tested it many times before. The feedback current on the small sphere is 1.618 times that of other spherical objects. We tested it many times to come to this conclusion.”

Harrison’s mouth twitched, and he felt like hitting someone.

Damn it.

The energy reserves of this spaceship were almost depleted, and then the solar photonic wings were destroyed by your missiles.

Alright, let’s say they were destroyed.

Solar wings don’t have the quantum self-healing ability of metal structures, but they can be repaired by repair robots.

Normally, the repair robots have built-in energy batteries.

But the twin screw battleship has been lying underground for millions of years, and the energy stored in the repair robots’ batteries has almost run out.

Unable to deploy the solar wings and unable to absorb energy, the situation was at a deadlock.

Then the twin screw vessel activated its emergency backup power, only to be directly hit by a nuclear test.

Most of the emergency backup power was used for the shields, yet the main entrance was still destroyed.

In order to activate the self-repair ability and restore the main entrance, almost all of the remaining emergency energy was used up on the spot.

Now there was only a little energy left, which Mendelson and his colleagues had to waste by repeatedly testing the energy intensity, purely wasting energy.

As a matter of fact, Harrison suspected that there was important information to be transmitted through the automatically triggered neural link.

It was impossible for the control system of a high-tech civilization not to limit its operator.

The twin screw battleship had observed humans for countless years, so it was impossible not to recognize them.

Therefore, the identity of this information receiver should be set directly as a human being.

Harrison’s heart rate gradually accelerated.

He wondered, what did the Egyptian tribe want to tell humans?

He took a deep breath and slowly placed his hand on the sphere.

Then he waited quietly.

The light came on again.

Thank goodness, the energy wasn’t completely wasted by Mendelson and his group, otherwise, he would really be at a loss.

He also needed to thank Ethan Evans for inviting him over, who knows, he might be out of luck next month.

Although others couldn’t read the information inside, he had a good chance. He had connected directly to the quantum brain through neural links many times before and had a wealth of experience in this.

His brain’s ability to withstand and analyze was countless times stronger than ordinary people.

Of course, he might not be able to read it either, but since Mendelson had tried so many times, he should be allowed to try one more time.

The subtle current flowed into his hand again, as he had expected.