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A few of the bolder newcomers chuckled quietly, pointing and whispering to their companions, "That 'respectable' person from the aristocratic family got scolded again." Or, "Let's bet, will the foreman get so angry he'll apply for a transfer next month?"

At the end of the day's work, except for Tuhuer who had to clean up a bunch of ruined grapes, the ordinary herder boys and girls who were quick and efficient had already finished their work. The group leader was distributing bright red watermelon soda and high-sodium fried chicken to replenish their energy. After eating these snacks, they would go to school for literacy classes, grab a late-night snack, and then prepare to go to sleep.

For these people from herding families, this lifestyle is regular and comfortable, and as for the issue of work—

When the pasture turns yellow, any child who dares to straighten up and catch their breath will be whipped by their father with the sole of his shoe—if they don't stock up on hay and fuel, the whole family won't survive the winter.

In comparison, the work here can only be described as easy and comfortable. Those tall and strong Sarkaz youths even felt that the workload was over before they even got warmed up, and they would often voluntarily work overtime.

When I have free time, I use the agricultural knowledge I've learned to plant things in soil pots on my dormitory balcony.

For the Sarkaz nobles, the good old days are gone, but for ordinary Sarkaz people, no one misses that era; that would be utterly foolish!

Meanwhile, on the Rhodes Island landship en route to Kazdel, in the lower deck, in the AI-powered Priest mainframe, Dr. PRST sat down in a chair and said, "Classified contact."

"Doctor, is there anything I can help you with?" the AI's voice asked.

"Deploy antenna, bearing..." The doctor input a string of coordinates, "One-way communication transmission, content is..." What followed was a complex string of characters.

Soon, a complex page appeared on the PRTS screen. The doctor hesitated for a moment, as if recalling something, and scrolled through the pages one by one before finally settling on a particular page.

“Verify identity, Starship 03, Project Leader…” The Doctor stretched out his palm, the scanning line sweeping across his entire body. “Activate PRST-C mode, Starship console remote access permission…” The Doctor hadn’t used this system in a very long time; it was one of his biggest secrets.

"Bridging complete. The Starship's main control computer, 'McGillis,' is awaiting."

"Location of the Starship module, codenamed 'Salar'."

"Sailor matrix located, awaiting further instructions..."

Search term: Corschitch

"Search complete. No relevant or related terms found..."

Search: Black Snake

"not found……"

Search: Lakeside Oak

"A total of 11756 related terms were retrieved..."

"Restriction, remove associative associations..."

"Search complete, no results displayed..."

"Hmm..." The doctor frowned deeply. "Could I have guessed wrong? That shouldn't be the case!"

“McGillis, search…” The Doctor hesitated for a moment, “…search, Ivan Ray…”

"Search complete, result 2, results displayed: Ivan Çařevich; Babayaga Ivan Çařevich..."

"Location: Ivan Zarevich, activity status displayed..."

"Active state 0.017, inactive state."

“Baba Yaga…”

"Active state 1.631, active state."

"Access is closed, Sailboat access records are erased, authorization code UISX-2651..."

"Access history being erased, disconnecting the connection."

"Got you..." The screen in front of the doctor slowly went dark, and the main control room was shrouded in indescribable darkness, with only the sound of the engine as accompaniment, which brought his thoughts back to a long, long time ago, really, a long, long time ago.

Starship 03, the most magnificent project of the Terran ancestors, an ark designed to carry over 400 million immigrants.

However, compared to Terra's population at the time, this number was still pitifully small. Even with hibernation technology, they would need to be repeatedly awakened. During the unknownly long voyage, these 400 million immigrants would eventually consume most of their resources and lifespan.

This is an unsolvable problem: either exceed the speed of light or increase the population and resources to ensure that civilization can be rebuilt after arriving at the new home, instead of just waiting to die in a different place.

The space and payload of a starship are not infinite, and the issue of hibernation remains.

If there are 4000 million immigrants, then only about half of them will die during the repeated hibernation-awakening maintenance voyages, and the other half will be able to reach their new home in the constellation Capricorn alive.

If it were 4 million, the construction of the new home could be accelerated. And if all 27 billion people of Terra at that time were brought along, then no problem would be a problem.

However, the oxygen, resources, and supplies needed to sustain 400 million people were already overwhelming for Starship, let alone more people, which created a vicious cycle.

In the thirtieth year of the Ark's construction, a neuroscientist proposed a crazy idea: how to carry the most living people with limited resources and spacecraft payload, and how to minimize the losses during hibernation, since 400 million hibernation pods would consume a lot of electricity and take up a considerable amount of space.

That was a classic answer. The professor could even recall the uproar and the doubts from the audience, the cold and indifferent face of the woman standing on the podium, and the short sentence she wrote on the whiteboard—"Only brains are sent."

A scholar named "Precys" proposed two ideas: one is the "Originium brain sulcus neural network," which involves placing Originium into the nervous system and brain to protect the brain during long periods of freezing and quiescence.

Furthermore, "precision brain scanning and reconstruction technology" can completely scan and back up every inch of the brain's structure. Theoretically, even if brain death occurs midway, the brain can be revived or repaired to some extent.

This preservation matrix, composed of brains harvested from living people, is called the "Salar Matrix." Even so, it only increased the number of people it could carry to about 10 billion, which is basically enough to meet the needs of half of the Terrans to escape.

However, a large number of living people still need to be carried for maintenance work on the road, which remains a huge burden for Starship.

Meanwhile, another scholar proposed a completely new theory based on the skills and academic theories of the Tikkaz people: the "Originium Nerve Sympathetic Shaping Theory".

By implanting a neural source stone structure into the Capricorn brain, one can remotely interfere with the target neural source stone, thereby reshaping the nervous system, connecting one's consciousness into a blank body, and allowing any crew member to access the wisdom and knowledge of the entire Capricorn matrix at any time.

This avoids the need to retrain technicians after arriving at the new home, with generations of old people dying and new people proving unusable, ultimately causing this ark of generations to perish halfway.

This person's surname is "Quiron," the earliest demon lord of the Sarkaz, and his first and last test subject was: himself!

Emotions flow in and out, memories exist through Originium and nerve communication, and one person is the entire Sarkaz race, using the wisdom and knowledge of the entire Sarkaz for his own purposes; this is his "Royal Court".

In this way, all that is needed is to prepare a large number of blank bodies or even print them directly on-site to meet the needs of migration, construction, and generational maintenance.

However, there are still some unspoken difficulties, namely that both preparing blank bodies and cloning on-site require a large amount of resources.

Moreover, each brain corresponds to one body, which means that the number of bodies that need to be prepared is enormous, still a burden that the starship cannot bear.

“Ivan Ray…” The doctor stared at the black screen, as if piercing through the darkness of time. The tall Ursus scientist waved his hand excitedly, behind him was an extremely complex array of formulas. “I’ve got a solution!” The tall Ursus scientist, who was also the leader of Ursus, was haggard but excited.

"Multi-source cross-branching overwriting utilizes specific Originium pulses and effect fields to rewrite neural structures and reshape the nervous system. In this way, one body can be used by multiple brains, one person can be a collection of countless people, and can even be switched at will, as if changing seats!"

"This way, we only need to prepare 20 bodies for rotation!"

"But there's still one problem," Precys's cool voice seemed to pierce through memories and echoed in my ears, "Lifespan, even if we use the hibernation system, they will still age, and there's also the personality conflict, how do you plan to solve that?"

"Is it resolved?" The doctor looked down at his hands on the keyboard, pale and weak, unlike the rosy, strong, and powerful hands he used to have. He gripped the ink pen and wrote down his thoughts and results on the whiteboard—"Project Longevity".

"I have successfully overcome the problem of genetic loss caused by somatic cell division. Although I cannot achieve true immortality, I can greatly increase the lifespan of Terrans," the young doctor said confidently on the podium.

"Although we cannot yet use it on adult Terrans, and can only do so through embryonic modulation, alternating with the hibernation system in this way, we have already reduced the Starship's load to 110%, yes, 110%. As long as we advance system innovation or streamline other systems, Project Ark Tomorrow can be implemented smoothly!"

"With Ms. Precyth's consent, her genetic material was combined with a Felin embryo to create the first longevity vessel. She possesses a strong affinity for Originium, and combined with Dr. Ivanley's rapid Originium construct printing technology, she can handle all tasks from maintaining starships to building colonies. Combat, production, and resource gathering are all within her capabilities. And through Dr. Quiron's invention, she is backed by the Sailboat Matrix, the condensation of the entire Terran intelligence!"

"She knows everything, she is the embodiment of our civilization!" In the memory, under the spotlight, the young PhD student was full of vigor, but the black screen reflected an old, haggard, and pale face. "She is..."

"Doctor, what are you doing in the computer room so late?" Kal'tsit leaned against the door with her arms crossed, looking at the Doctor, who silently got up. "Retrieving information. I need to know what has happened over the years."

"You should rest more. Don't forget, your health isn't as good as it seems..."

"I know things are different now," the Doctor nodded and left in silence. Kal'tsit glanced around the server room, closed the door, and the entire server room was once again shrouded in darkness, with only the sounds of fans and engines echoing.

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Things Are Different Now

Chapter 69

"Oh dear... I'm back here again—" A white-haired girl with red highlights walked into the ruins of this southern town. A babbling stream meandered around an ancient stone bridge. The houses that once stood there had all disappeared and were now covered by weeds. Only the river flowed quietly towards the distant plains.

"It's true that even if one's body and name perish, the rivers will flow on forever—" The girl hummed a little tune as she came to a boundary marker covered with moss. She reached out and brushed away the dirt and moss to reveal the inscribed words "Poshan Town".

The girl's attire was completely out of step with the local style: a red tube top, super short hot pants, and a large, modern-style coat. She didn't care that her pristine white coat would get covered in dirt and dust. She plopped down on the boundary marker and tapped it with her hand.

"How long will you continue to dream?" As if talking to himself, "How boring. I told you, someone visited that place before. Although he deleted the record and I can't find out who it was, well, it's just one of those few people."

“However, I don’t think it’s those ‘gods,’ and of course, it’s not some ‘fragment’ like us either.” The girl toyed with the folding fan in her hand. “Who do you think it could be? Who would dare to touch that thing in the sky? None of the Terrans know how that thing works right now, so… I’m going to go and take a look…”

"Hey, if you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes—" The girl tapped the boundary marker, "Axi—"

"That makes no sense."

"I love watching people struggle to survive, refusing to give up even in dire straits. That's much more interesting than those dead fish." The girl walked into the afterglow of the setting sun, bathed in a dazzling, vibrant halo. "Requesting Authority: Sail."

"Request approved, matrix feedback initiated."

Originium Arts is a unique ability of Terrans, who live and coexist with Originium. They activate Originium memories with brain nerve impulses, which is the understanding of modern Terrans.

However, in the earliest days, Terrans did not have Originium organelles in their bodies, so they would not be infected with the so-called Oripathy. Just like the girl and the doctor, they did not use the so-called Originium Arts at all, or rather, the so-called Originium Arts were just a poor imitation of her powers.

Each person carries Originium, which is attached to their nerves and body. Each person is a biological Originium machine, which can minimize the engineering equipment and supplies that the starship needs to carry, thereby meeting the fuel load required for generations of migration.

The most powerful planetary terraforming device in the world is life itself. Unlike the skills that modern Terrans have figured out by groping in the dark, the so-called power is the fully understood Originium Arts, the laws, the algorithms, down to the smallest joule of energy and the frequency of every hertz.

When this data flows through the Sailboat technology matrix composed of six thousand brains, she, as the "Actress" or "Immortal," essentially gains access to the combined spells of six thousand top-tier sorcerers and more than six thousand Originium Arts.

All Originium Arts that match her authority are within her reach, and she can combine and use them at will—as if they were divine powers—hence, the awe-inspiring Terrans call them "powers"!

The girl tapped her fan against her palm, and the earth trembled. Dr. Ivan Rey's Originium Construct technology was in operation. The Originium particles on the earth were gradually attracted together by electromagnetic force, agglomerated together, and solidified together. Complex currents flowed on the surface.

"Well... it really only has one form, but that's barely enough." The girl poked the warhorse made of Originium in front of her. It was just a warhorse that was condensed together by Originium Arts and had no controllability.

The difference between a construct and a true Originium Construct technology is roughly the same as the difference between a crudely made marionette and a robot with its own power and operating strategy.

Those who wield "power" are called "gods" by the Terrans. However, the girl knows that the so-called "gods" and the "immortals" of the Great Yan are nothing more than children who have been frightened out of their wits. It's like someone who has been awakened in a sealed iron house that is impossible to destroy. Rather than endure the suffering before death, they would rather lie down and continue to pretend to be asleep.

However, she knew that not everyone in this iron house thought the same way. There were always some "meddlesome" types who would make a fuss and wake up the lighter sleepers, forcing them to face the pain together.

In the end, these meddlesome fellows were driven out. The emperor of the Great Yan could not understand what they were doing; their gaze was on the stars and the future, not on the empire before them.

Those who were disturbed didn't like these noisy fellows either. So they were hunted down and banished, while the rest either gave up hope and went back to sleep, or chose the other extreme.

The girl didn't think so. Since a few people had been woken up, it couldn't be said that there was absolutely no hope of destroying the iron house. She liked to see people like that, and she liked to see this kind of struggle for survival in despair.

As a member of the Sagittarius decision-making group, or rather, one of its brains, she was unable to defy the entire Sagittarius matrix. Xi was the same; she chose to use dreams to comfort those people.

If only the brain remains and it lies dormant in complete darkness, its memories and personality will slowly wear down.

Xi is the one who heals those outside the decision-making group. She weaves dreams, paints scenes, and uses the brush of nothingness to depict Terra before the calamity, allowing those who are dormant at the bottom of the Matrix to find some comfort in their dreams.

With the help of the Starship's external Originium components, she can also use Originium neuro-sympathetic technology to weave the same dreams and beauty for the people still living on Terra, making them feel as if they are living in another beautiful world free from the suffering of reality.

But that beauty is ultimately virtual, a dream created by over 100,000 brains in the entire Sailboat Immigrant Matrix. Even the slightest disharmony will generate terrifying shadows and monsters in that world, which can only be eliminated and soothed little by little by the administrators.

However, it's quite interesting that someone has now looked up information about the constellation Sagittarius. This query came from an external source, and for her and the other beings who are already part of Sagittarius, it's completely unnecessary.

They are the decision-making team, the managers and navigators of the Starship. Their brains have undergone special processing, consisting of a biological brain and a precisely scanned and replicated two-dimensional sulcus brain chip.

During the long voyage, they take turns staying awake, controlling their "immortal avatars" to lead their respective teams in maintaining the starship, managing the matrix, allocating supplies, collecting resources, and so on.