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

Chapter 367: Chapter 253: Instead of Dying Senselessly Burn All Your Blood i  ’

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“Let me talk to them. Although I don’t know what to say.”

Harrison Clark took a step forward and stood in front of the indicator board. Martha Owen nodded, pressed the button, and said, “Star, let Harrison Clark have a conversation with the collective will of the Blank Ones.”

Actually, there was no need for Martha’s order, as Star had already taken action.

A beam of light projected from above the indicator board, shining directly on Harrison Clark’s face.

This beam could read his brainwave information as accurately as possible, with higher precision than ordinary devices, while also transmitting a larger amount of interference information directly to his brain, establishing information directly in the visual and auditory centers of his brain.

This wasn’t memory infusion; it just skipped the process of language and eyeball translation of information, making it easier for him to acquire information quickly.

Star: “Okay, you can speak to them now. You can speak directly with your mouth. As you open your mouth, they can still receive your brainwave signal.” Harrison Clark nodded.

He understood Star’s meaning.

Language is still the most familiar way of communication for people. In the past, there were two carriers of language: text and speech. Now there is also brainwave communication.

Text is responsible for depth, as it allows time for the reader to think.

Brainwaves are responsible for directness, efficiently and accurately conveying information.

Speech is responsible for emotional appeal, as voices can fluctuate, express richer tones and facial expressions, and be accompanied by body language. Some subtle emotions need to be conveyed directly through speech as the medium.

Now, Harrison Clark’s goal was to persuade these people, so it was best to speak out loud.

A vague figure appeared in his mind.

This figure had the shape of a human, but its facial features and body shape changed at an extremely fast rate.

The rate of change was so fast that the naked eye couldn’t catch it, but the brain’s thinking could barely keep up with its speed, making people feel extremely uncomfortable, dizzy, and bloated.

He heard Martha Owen’s reminder beside him, “Be careful. The figure you see is the collective will of nearly eight million people alternately appearing. It completes a cycle of change every 0.001 seconds, putting great pressure on you.”

Harrison Clark didn’t respond, just nodded slightly.

He adapted very quickly – in less than two seconds, he could “stare” at the vague figure in his mind.

That was not the Main Body of the Blank Ones’ collective will, but only a projection medium created by Star for communication.

The so-called will had no substance; it was produced under a high-speed quantum brainwave resonance system, different from Star’s semi-mechanized collective consciousness.

The consciousness was elusive, existing both in the laboratory’s interconnected network space and in every Blank One’s mind.

But the other party didn’t actively communicate with him, apparently uninterested in him and still immersing themselves in their logical reasoning process.

Harrison Clark took a deep breath and opened his mouth, “Hello.”

“Hello, Harrison Clark.”

Eight million different voices spoke the same sentence at almost the same moment, a marvelous acoustical resonance as if you were in a valley, listening to a mountain full of monks chanting mantras.

The other party’s response stopped the words Harrison Clark had prepared in their tracks.

He had intended to start by introducing himself, giving himself various titles, such as the dual leader of scientific and artistic fields a thousand years ago, the killer of artificial intelligence radium, the strongest warrior in human history, the leader of the united government, and the repeatedly defeated yet fighting Solution through the timeline, and so on. He planned to awe this unknown collective personality, then invite them to join his camp and contribute as the leader who fought against invaders.

He didn t expect his name to be revealed with just one word.

It showed that Martha Owen and Star must have already conveyed everything about Harrison Clark to them, but to no avail. The other party just threw back a “Why should we?” and then said they didn’t want to deal with him.

Harrison Clark decided to get straight to the point, “Humanity needs your help.”

Blank Ones: “We’ve already given an answer.”

“Is a meaningless death more valuable to you than providing help to your own kind?”

Blank Ones: “We are not of the same kind. Secondly, death is the relief we have longed for, not meaningless.”

“I helped you destroy radium. Shouldn’t you give me some help in return?”

Blank Ones: “But you also created radium.”

Harrison Clark was taken aback.

After a long time, he slowly said, “I’m sorry.”

“We don’t mean to blame you. We don’t hate you, nor do we hate radium. We don’t have hatred. We don’t understand gratitude either. Even if radium was destroyed by someone unrelated to radium rather than you, we wouldn’t feel any gratitude. We… simply cannot find the meaning of existence.”

“Am I not giving you meaning?”

“But that’s yours, humanity’s, not ours.”

The conversation returned to the previous point, “Why should we?”

This seemed to be an eternal deadlock.

Were the Blank Ones human?

Of course.

But they never enjoyed even a second of the journey as humans.

From an ethical and logical point of view, they aren’t.

Indeed, they had no standing to help humanity.

To persuade them, Harrison Clark could only defeat these Blank Ones with perfect logic.

Radium had given a success rate assessment, zero percent.

At this moment, Martha Owen exclaimed in a low voice, as the monitoring index representing the Blank Ones’ group calculation progress in front of her had already become 100%..