Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 859 A Little Possibility

Song Shi looked down at these people.

Spacesuits are no longer essential equipment for "celestial beings," or rather, for modern humans. Both symbiotic bio-prosthetics and implanted mechanical prosthetics can replace the functions of spacesuits—radiation protection, temperature regulation, protection against micrometeorites, protection against ultraviolet radiation, and pressure balancing.

Although the market for prosthetics in this area has always been relatively small due to its limited application scenarios, Zenith, as a giant corporation specializing in deep space operations, is not bound by this convention. The deep space prosthetics they develop boast performance that is unparalleled on Terra.

For most "celestial beings," even without spacesuits, they can still survive in a vacuum environment for a considerable period of time.

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The person standing at the very front of everyone hissed as gas escaped through the vent, then placed both hands on either side and removed the helmet.

The man who came into view was a man who looked to be in his forties with severely sunken eyes.

Sampson William.

As the director of the Security Bureau, Paddy Morse recognized the other person at a glance. He was a key figure in the Zenith Central, whose status was second only to a handful of people, including Solomon Beaufort.

Paddy Morse stared at the other man and said calmly, "At this point, I will not accept such a surrender."

Sampson Williams tapped, and an indicator light on his right arm, which looked slightly bulky due to his spacesuit, flashed, followed by the ejection of a rectangular box with an extremely smooth surface.

He picked up the box, or rather, the storage device. A screen of light projected from his spacesuit, displaying his words in text form.

This is the complete file for Singularity Technology's 'Quantum Communication Link'.

Song Shi raised an eyebrow, and Yvette Gregory narrowed her eyes.

—Singularity technology.

This word represents so much: the pinnacle of technology, an incredible embodiment, a miracle that can only be created through the exhaustion of human effort and intelligence, and an indispensable element of luck.

Even the Knowledge Council, which values ​​technology above all else, has only reaped three fruits over the years.

Back then, Dwight Brooks open-sourced and shared "Base Reality Overwrite," single-handedly creating the post-Abyss era. Most of Terra was affected by it, with tens of millions of people killed or injured in less than 24 hours. The impact continues to this day without completely stopping.

And it will continue for the foreseeable future.

And such a miraculous crystallization
There is no Enlightened One, no Scientific Ethics Committee, no Security Bureau has Song Shi, and none of them.

Upon seeing this data storage device, even someone as composed as Paddy Morse couldn't help but be taken aback. It wasn't because of the "quantum communication link"—of course, acquiring this singularity technology would be absolutely cause for celebration—but rather...
The other party actually agreed to hand it over?
It's important to understand that from the very first day the consortium was established, the giant corporations have experienced failures, wins, and bankruptcies, but no matter what their fate was, no one has ever been able to obtain its singularity technology.

It must either be smashed and burned to ashes, or sunk into the abyss; in any case, it must never be allowed to be obtained by anyone else.

The "golden branch" of Fengmao Feast was destroyed on the eve of the battle, and the "whole genome mapping" of Pure White Biotechnology and the "artificial immortality" of Emerald Pharmaceuticals sank into the abyss one after another.

As for TimeSeries' "chaotic probability calculus" and Nanyu Heavy Industry's "universal printer," it can only be said that their risk prevention mechanisms have been refined and perfected day after day, to the point that they can be described as flawless and perfect.

They are ready to make ruthless decisions at any time, either destroying or throwing into the abyss, leaving no room for anyone to take advantage. "—What are your demands?"

Chakro spoke up.

He stared at the other person, his tone revealing little emotion: "Do you hope that the 'Celestial Beings' will continue to remain on the Evening Moon, maintaining their transcendent status?"

Text appeared one by one on the light screen
Paddy Morse raised his hand and pressed down, an invisible will sweeping away reality and reshaping it at will; a change occurred. The vacuum became capable of transmitting sound.

“No, Mr. Chakro.”

Sensing the change, the light screen flickered and then disappeared with a snap. Sampson Williams said, "This is not what we are asking for."

Upon hearing "we," Chaklo's gaze fell upon the area behind Sampson Williams, where people in spacesuits stood silently, like speechless statues. Tens of thousands of people formed neat rows, making the otherwise vast and desolate terrain seem cramped.

Their numbers continued to increase at the rear, as the celestial beings from this shelter emerged in an orderly fashion, becoming new members of the ranks. Meanwhile, from all directions, people from other shelters, also dressed in spacesuits, flowed like streams through the dense crevices of the rocks, slowly merging into the lake.

On the "Lonely Sea," or rather, within the giant corporation [Central Hub], the Celestials have always been a small minority, never exceeding two million even at their peak.

The rest were locals of the Xiyue Enterprise Alliance who had been relocated there through labor dispatch contracts, administrative orders, and armed escort. They formed the lowest level of the [Celestial Central Hub], responsible for the most dangerous and lowest-level jobs, and providing for and serving the revered and noble "Celestials".

At this moment, among the continuously arriving spacesuits, there were only "celestial beings," and no sign of these laborers.

"Our demands have nothing to do with 'heaven and man'."

Sampson Williams slowly lowered his head and picked up the data storage device.

"To date, the [Zenith Center] has deployed fourteen deep-space exploration fleets to the outside world. Conventional communication methods suffer from severe attenuation over astronomical distances, resulting in low efficiency. These fleets will become fledglings leaving the nest, never to return, except for the singularity technology 'quantum communication link'."

"It can overcome the limitations of light speed delay, achieve real-time communication, receive information from deep space exploration fleets, and provide them with remote support."

“Celestial beings are irrelevant,” Sampson Williams said. “The Zenith can go bankrupt, it can disintegrate, and the Evening Moon can be lost, but the Deep Space Exploration Fleet cannot stop. Our leader is dead, the company’s order is on the verge of collapse, and the collapse of every political entity will have devastating consequences. A large number of well-planned and important projects that are in progress will be burned to ashes and abandoned due to the chaos.”

"On behalf of all Celestials, I present the Singularity Technology 'Quantum Communication Link' and earnestly request that you and the New Order Federation take over the follow-up support work for the Deep Space Exploration Fleet."

Xu Yu frowned, his voice chillingly cold: "Are you threatening me?"

"No, this is not a threat. We will deliver the 'quantum communication link' whether you agree or not."

"Hmm?" Chakro looked directly at him.

said the man.

"Even if they refuse now, as long as the 'quantum communication link' exists, there is still a possibility of reconnecting with them in the future. But if it is destroyed here and the technology is lost, then even that possibility will be gone."

(End of this chapter)