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

Chapter 184: Chapter 149: Dawn l

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From that point on, an intense discussion erupted in the private room of this high-end restaurant.

Harrison Clark acted as the mediator, responsible for initiating the discussion and controlling the overall situation.

The grand debate began with Carrie Thomas addressing the art of sound, while Rainer approached it from a scientific standpoint.

They started by discussing the effects of sound on human thought, followed by exploring the possibilities of using sound waves to manipulate the secretion of neurotransmitters like hormones and dopamine.

It was a huge topic, and the trio engaged in a comprehensive and precise discussion.

Although Carrie was never arrogant, Harrison knew that she was currently the most talented person in the world regarding sound.

Rainer’s capabilities were not to be underestimated either.

His knowledge spanned a vast range of topics, and the terrifying part was that he was well-versed in almost all of them.

While his achievements in other disciplines did not match his mastery of mathematics and applied physics, they were still at the level of a university lecturer or above.

Rainer’s potential could achieve the status of a polymath scientist, a grandmaster that was almost impossible to find in later generations.

Carrie Thomas: “Sound is a wave, and these waves can trigger resonance in the brain, thereby secreting substances…”

“Yes, but we need to analyze it from the perspective of the human body. What wavelengths and frequencies can promote the secretion of what neurotransmitters? The human body’s neurotransmitters include… the parts of the human brain that are responsible for different emotions and functions are… the process of neurotransmitters from birth to transmission of information along the nerves is…”

Listening to this, Harrison was getting slightly confused.

He had studied the sophisticated technology of 800 years later, but not very well, and there were a few hundred years of knowledge gap in between.

Unable to reconcile the two ends, he was at a loss.

But he didn’t mind; he didn’t need to understand as long as these two did.

Midway through, the waiter came and told them that the restaurant was closing.

Harrison handed over $50,000, prompting the waiter and his boss to decisively work overtime.

The grand debate lasted until 3:40 in the morning.

Rainer returned to Beverly Hills still eager for more, while Harrison and Carrie took a helicopter back to the vicinity of Mason Academy.

Carrie didn’t say much during the trip, obviously still immersed in the intense discussion they had just had.

As Harrison escorted her to the dormitory downstairs, preparing to go upstairs, she suddenly came back to her senses and looked back at him with a sharp gaze.

“Wait and see, I know it’s hard, but I will succeed! I’ll wait for the day when you fall for me, and when that time comes, I’ll reject you three times before agreeing!

Harrison laughed.

“Well, you better work hard. We only have a few decades left to wait.”

“Nonsense!”

Carrie turned around, stood with her hands on her hips, and marched upstairs with determined steps.

Harrison shook his head with a smile and walked back with a cheerful mood.

Now he was extremely grateful for his decision to save Rainer.

What was most important in the 21st century?

Talent!

What kind of talent was most important?

Talent that could benefit him!

He knew what he had done.

By relying on both coincidence and his own life-saving efforts twice, he preserved these important seeds of talent.

He pulled Rainer out from under the coffin board.

He brought two completely unrelated individuals, who would never have met otherwise, to his side.

One was a top-tier artist from a thousand years ago, and the other was a brilliant scientist with an early death, yet whose talent seemed to be on par with Sergey’s.

Now, these two powerful allies were both in their prime, with the most agile minds and strongest creativity.

Furthermore, he had found a perfect occasion, creating an ideal atmosphere for the pair to compete against one another, igniting their fiercest fighting spirit.Of course, the main issue was Carrie Thomas’s annoyance.

She was upset with her “rival in love.”

It didn’t matter whether Harrison Clark explained it or not.

Anyway, she just felt unhappy whenever she saw Rainer, thinking that he was trying to steal her man.

As for Rainer, he might have some shortcomings in emotional intelligence and was unable to notice Carrie’s hostility, but his scientific literacy and the instinct as a scholar would lead him to involuntarily generate independent thinking when facing questions and scientific discussions, expressing his own position and opinion.

When the two were discussing, Harrison Clark seemed to see the sparks of thinking collision on the dining table.

The sparks from both of them converged on his conductor’s body.

What was even more amazing was that Rainer was completely fascinated by Harrison Clark’s great ideas.

When the discussion ended, he was still full of enthusiasm.

Rainer said to Harrison Clark, “Harrison, I always thought you were just a music producer. Now I have to apologize to you. Your pursuit is too great! I’m willing to be a follower of your ideas like Carrie! If we can really create such a song, we can selectively provide it to a specific audience. We can make dedicated people more dedicated and ambitious people more ambitious! This is a great help to the development of human civilization!”

Harrison Clark nodded first.

He also remembered the cruel survival of the fittest in the future.

He tentatively said, “Actually, there is no need to choose the audience? Can we let everyone listen? Make those who waste their lives even more decadent, and they will be eliminated sooner, which would also be good for civilization, right?”

Rainer pondered for a moment, neither agreeing nor refuting, only saying, “That’s another matter. My knowledge in anthropology is not enough to determine whether stripping diversity is ultimately good or bad.”

Harrison Clark nodded and didn’t ask further.

This question hadn’t been answered correctly in a thousand years.

Of course, the situation imagined by Rainer would only cause trouble in the first 500 years.

If it could really be done, then after 500 years, it would have to be broadcast indiscriminately on all channels, so that everyone could listen to it.

At that time, not seeking merit, but avoiding mistakes, as long as it could eliminate the penetration of “Song of the Wilderness” and maintain human creativity, it would be a great achievement.

Because of the breakthrough in progress, Harrison Clark didn’t rush back to China in the following days, but stayed in Los Angeles for a while, only remotely controlling the actions in his home country.

Julia Lambert was having a hard time, as she had to manage domestic affairs at one moment, then turn around and do big profitable music sales in Los Angeles.

But Julia Lambert didn’t complain, instead enjoying it.

Old Julia was ambitious.

She joined Summit Ventures before to return a favor, but she didn’t want her talents to be wasted.

Now that Harrison Clark was moving so fast and the company was advancing rapidly, she felt a sense of freedom, though tired, that she could display her talents.

Julia Lambert wasn’t afraid of exhaustion; she was afraid of not being able to achieve her ambitions.

Harrison Clark maintained a frequency of personally hosting discussions between the two geniuses every other day.

The venues for the three to discuss issues ranged from restaurants to acoustics testing rooms, piano rooms, university classrooms, music hall performances, Professor Mason’s classes, and so on.

Whenever Carrie and Rainer had irreconcilable differences on a particular issue, Harrison Clark would referee based on his instinct.

The project was moving forward slowly and steadily, step by step.

Harrison Clark’s eyes seemed to be able to penetrate through the thick fog, seeing the true war song of humanity beckoning to him.

It was a dawn created by his own hands.

He planted the seed, hoping for a good result in the future.

On the afternoon of March 25, 2020, after saying goodbye to Rainer, who was going to fly to Boston to return to the lab, Harrison Clark returned to the hotel and wrote vigorously in his room.

What he had in front of him was a gold-plated notebook with fine craftsmanship and the size of a palm.

The pen he used for writing was a specially made fine-tipped pen, and the ink could last for more than 100 years without fading.

The notebook paper was also made of special quality, which could resist decomposition for 300 years under proper sealing.

Yes, he was writing a secret message for his soon-to-appear self in the “Virtual Timeline.”

This was the plan he had set a long time ago.

Now that time travel was imminent, it was time to complete it..