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Chapter 515: Chapter 339: Unable to Get Out of the
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He underestimated the power of the War God Plan.
Yu Mengying’s performance was still prepared for herself.
From the moment he set foot on the aircraft flying to Bosdon, the city of two hundred million people had already switched to a new mode of operation, becoming a planet revolving around him.
Approved and executed by the highest leadership, with Star in control and fifty thousand people assisting, the War God Plan might be the last major attempt for humanity before the Great War, and was indeed ambitious.
Mr. Clark admitted that he had been aware of it beforehand, but was still caught off guard.
At midnight, the performance ended, and the spotlight in the center of the stage dimmed.
The audience dispersed, but through the night vision monitoring system, Harrison Clark could see that the performer herself was still on stage, apparently lost in thought.
Setting aside his speculation about the War God Plan, Harrison Clark weighed how to approach and strike up a conversation when a special alert sounded in his personal communication system.
The message came from the internal communication system of the Shakespeare Grand Theatre.
“Hello, Captain Clark, Ms. Amelia Johnson requests to communicate with you.”
Harrison Clark’s eyelids twitched, interesting, being actively approached.
Connect.
“Captain, what do you mean?”
Harrison Clark was taken aback, “Huh? No particular meaning, I just happened to be on leave and heard that you had a performance in Bosdon, so I thought I’d come and see it. It was pretty good, I support you.”
“Could you stop pretending?”
The woman on the other side was easily irritated by his perfunctory courtesy. “Pretending what?”
“Don’t you know my habits? My Auxiliary Intelligence assists me in monitoring the real-time feedback of each audience member. You were not interested in my performance at all, showing no emotion throughout, and even disdain at times. I don’t know how I offended you, but it was bad enough that you were forced to watch my performance last time, and now you’ve purposely come to sabotage it again. Is that amusing to you?”
Harrison Clark: “Um…”
So that’s how it was, he couldn’t explain it away.
He had intended to spy on her secrets, but instead had already offended her without even meeting face to face.
Difficult to handle.
But Harrison Clark wasn’t sure if Amelia’s current reaction was her true intention or part of the War God Plan.
He felt very uncomfortable.
In just over a day, he began to strongly resist the War God Plan.
This damn thing was very distracting.
Three minutes later, as the theater had mostly emptied, the two met backstage.
“Nalson, it’s an honor to meet you.”
Upon meeting, Harrison Clark didn’t know what to say, so he just bowed and said so.
Amelia Johnson looked him up and down, frowning slightly, “Why do you speak so pedantically, like an ancient person?”
Harrison Clark was startled, “Haha, it’s not that bad. What can I do for you, Nalson?”
“I’ve already said what my purpose is, I want you to tell me exactly what about my performance has displeased you.”
“Uh… um… ah…”
Harrison Clark subconsciously began to speculate whether Amelia’s words were part of the War God Plan again.
Seeing that he still didn’t speak, Amelia became agitated, “If you don’t agree with my pessimistic views, then please provide some actual evidence to refute me.”
Harrison decided not to think about the damned War God Plan anymore.
He spread his hands, “I do agree with you.”
“Huh?”
Harrison Clark: “I’m just probably even more pessimistic than you thought, so
I couldn’t really get into it.”
“Hm? More pessimistic than me?”
Amelia Johnson hadn’t anticipated that.
In the distant War God Research Institute, tens of thousands of people had already been mobilized.
“Latest intelligence: Captain Clark is actually a pessimist.”
“Intelligence conflict: Captain Clark’s fighting qualities in battle are not pessimistic.”
“Psychological analysis report: He has a 95% chance of lying, presumably to ingratiate himself with Ms. Amelia Johnson.”
“Physiological analysis: During his speech, his heartbeat remained stable, his brain activity stable, and the self-deception area responsible for lying remained stable.”
“Higher-level psychological analysis: Assuming the truth of his statement, the only explanation is that he firmly believes the war is lost, but has never considered giving up.”
With just that one sentence, a slew of analysis reports were churned out in an instant.
On the other hand, after regaining her composure, Amelia asked again, “So how do you see our future?”
Harrison Clark shook his head, “I don’t look, I don’t hold illusions, and I don’t have any expectations. I take things one step at a time, going as far as I can.”
“But a commander must learn to predict.”
“First, I have no interest in becoming a commander, as there are others more suitable. Second, giving up on illusions and predicting the battlefield are not contradictory.”
Amelia Johnson: “Alright, what do you think I should do to improve and meet your expectations?”Harrison Clark thought for a moment, not sure if the other party was just being polite, but he took it seriously, “I do have some suggestions, but before that, I would like to know, Nalson, why you are so sure that the invader is the Compound Eye Civilization and that their battleship is the Spherical Battleship.”
Amelia Johnson answered without hesitation: “Because Master Clark portrayed it that way in ‘Compound Eye Crisis’.”
“You believe everything he portrays? If this is your only reason, it doesn’t explain why you have been only promoting the threat of the Compound Eye Civilization for so many years. Could Master Clark not have made a mistake? Have you ever considered that, with your promotion, the Defense Army has indeed invested a lot of resources in the Compound-Eyed Observer as an imaginary enemy? In our daily training, the proportion of Compound-Eyed Observers as imaginary enemies is also very high.”
“What if you end up being wrong and our opponent is the Atomic people? Do you know how much training time and resources this could waste for the Defense Army? You think you’ re contributing, but have you ever considered the damage this could cause to our preparations for war? At that time, wouldn’t you be the ultimate sinner?”
After finishing, Harrison Clark stared at her with a sharp gaze, his eyes full of pressure.
What Harrison Clark said was very harsh.
Amelia Johnson was stunned for a few seconds but didn’t back down and said resolutely, “I have my judgement and don’t need to explain to anyone. It doesn’t matter whether you or others believe or not. I’m just a storyteller. I am loyal to my story and even if I become a sinner for all eternity, so what?”
Harrison Clark suddenly laughed, lowered his voice and leaned closer, “So I know you must have reliable sources.”
Amelia Johnson backed away slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
She was somewhat hesitant.
If Harrison Clark were really just an ordinary captain, she probably would have turned away decisively.
However, Harrison Clark is a training target for the War God Plan, and her communication with Harrison Clark is, in a sense, a political task.
Nalson didn’t know what to do either.
She didn’t particularly like working with the World Government, but she didn’t oppose the War God Plan, as it was the pinnacle of human wisdom.
At least she shouldn’t drag her feet in this matter.
At this moment, Amelia Johnson finally received a prompt.
“Tell him the truth about your situation. Calculations show that the probability of positive results is higher than 90%.”
With the authorization granted, Amelia Johnson relaxed a little, “Alright, if you want to know, I’ll tell you.”
“Please elaborate.”
Amelia Johnson carefully chose her words, “Harrison Clark, do you know there was an ancient superstition called dreaming of ancestors?”
Harrison Clark: “Emmm…”
He suddenly wanted to swear.
It’s the 31st century, and you’re telling me about dreaming of ancestors?
Why don’t you go and summon spirits instead?
“I know you don’t believe it, but this is the truth.”
Harrison Clark swallowed, “Did the philosopher tell you in a dream?”
Amelia Johnson shook her head, “No. I just have a strong feeling that the invaders are the Compound Eye Civilization. This feeling is very solid, but don’t ask me why, I don’t know and can’t answer you.”
Harrison Clark thought for a moment, “Cosmic Wisdom?”
“What?”
“Nevermind. It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand. I know it myself. I need some time to think, thank you.”
After saying that, Harrison Clark went to the side and found a chair to sit down on his own.
“Teacher, what should we do now?”
Amelia Johnson’s assistant approached and asked.
Amelia Johnson said, “Don’t bother him. Just bring him a cup of coffee.”
“What kind of coffee?”
“Cappuccino.”
Amelia Johnson gave Harrison Clark quite a bit of inspiration.
He had thoroughly mastered the trick of Cosmic Wisdom, but he didn’t expect someone else to play it even better this time.
Although Amelia Johnson couldn’t definitively determine the enemy of the Defense Army as the Compound Eye Civilization, she did significantly raise the weight of the Compound Eye Civilization as an imaginary enemy.
She did a great job.
Since others could succeed, there was no reason he, a master, couldn’t play it well.
After finishing the coffee in one gulp, Harrison Clark slowly stood up, “Nalson, to be honest, the feeling you mentioned earlier, I have it too.”
Amelia Johnson raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”
Harrison Clark smiled and pointed to his face, “You really think my face is naturally this pale?”
Amelia Johnson: “What do you mean? I know you look very similar to the philosopher Harrison Clark…”
In fact, she wanted to say that she knew he and the philosopher Harrison Clark were genetically the same person, but she held back.
Harrison Clark spread his hands, “I call the feeling you mentioned, Cosmic Wisdom. I consider the universe a life form, and it has its own consciousness. Its consciousness may be an independent individual or a collection of numerous consciousnesses. Perhaps our philosopher Harrison Clark has already become a part of the Cosmic Wisdom.”
“He revealed the Compound Eye Civilization to you and to me as well. I can tell you definitively that your guess is mostly correct. But it’s not correct enough. The story I heard from philosopher Harrison Clark is much more detailed and desperate than yours. That’s why I don’t have a strong sense of connection with your story.”
Amelia Johnson gasped.
“Have you read ‘Lover’?”
Harrison Clark asked again.
“Yes, I have.”
“The story in ‘Lover’ is also mostly correct.”
“What!” Amelia Johnson exclaimed in surprise, “Don’t talk nonsense! I admit that ‘Lover’ is a good book, but I only recognize its artistic value. I don’t accept the portrayal of the philosopher Harrison Clark in it!”