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

Chapter 630: Chapter 399: The Nonexistent Area 52 (4000 words, seeking monthly votes)_1

Harrison Clark stayed in China for another two days, checked the progress of Summit Research Institute’s projects once more, then left behind a detailed new plan for Summit Ventures, before he headed off across the ocean again.

Harrison did not expect the small research group “On the Threat of Alien Civilization” to have a bigger impact than he had imagined.

Even more unexpectedly, after his second conversation with Ethan Evans, the latter’s views did not waver but rather solidified, and he even roped in several scientists of similar standing.

Ethan expressed that he was trying to persuade several people to make a significant decision.

If everything went smoothly, Harrison would be able to see some evidence that would prove many things.

But before that, it required a visit from Harrison himself, or even for him to produce more evidence.

In fact, Harrison would vaguely guess what Ethan wanted to show him.

Area 52’s underground base.

As well as the thirty-three-meter-long, double-axis structure alien spaceship wreckage inside.

It sounded quite intimidating.

In the 21st century, it could even be considered one of humanity’s greatest secrets.

Countless people believe that aliens exist, have visited Earth, and are convinced that there are hidden secrets in Area 51.

These secrets could answer all questions.

But Mr. Clark stated that the secret was not in Area 51, but in Area 52.

Moreover, he was not particularly interested in this secret himself.

The reason was simple: he had already seen the relevant detailed information.

Perhaps he knew more than everyone else in this era combined.

In the 21st century, secrets from the 31st century, particularly after his two occasions as a leader, were not a big deal at all.

If he were more interested in gossip, he might even be able to find the true story behind Marilyn Monroe’s death.

In the 31st century, he visited the wreckage of the spaceship more than once, received a detailed analysis report, and even got hands-on with it himself.

Materials science secrets that people of this era could not decipher were trivial to him.

In addition, with the intelligence provided by the colonial fleet, Harrison now knew which civilization this double-axis small spaceship wreckage belonged to.

It was the Egyptian tribe.

In the academic reports compiled by 31st century scholars, they not only analyzed its material composition but also deduced that the spaceship’s makers were humanoid beings, with a combination of carbon-based and metallic life forms.

Harrison did not know that they were the Egyptian tribe before, but he did later.

The main focus of the Egyptian tribe’s development should be on the pure physical level.

Their brain computing capabilities must be extremely strong, while their emotional expression is likely quite weak.

Apart from this information, 31st-century scholars and stars deduced that there was once a high-level artificial intelligence on this battleship.

The materials of the Egyptian tribe’s spaceship seemed incomprehensible to 21st-century humans, with bizarre properties.

As of 2020, humans still could not cut a complete piece of metal from the wreckage of the spaceship.

Even with high-energy particle bombardment forcing fragments off, the fragments mysteriously lose weight over time, and the damaged ship naturally regenerates.

It was like a paranormal phenomenon.

Of course, humans just didn’t understand it yet; once the secret was revealed, it would feel ordinary.

In Harrison’s sixth timeline, when humans developed the Morrowind System and embedded adaptive self-healing metal materials, the Egyptian tribe’s spaceship wreckage was no longer mysterious, and people felt that it was inconsequential.

The technology in the Hawk Armor and Galaxy Battle Sphere Material was much more advanced than that of the ship.

What Harrison regretted most was that the artificial intelligence in the Egyptian tribe’s spaceship wreckage had stopped functioning at some point, and its data vanished silently.

With no data in the ship and a level of technology inferior to 31st-century humanity, Harrison naturally lacked interest in it, considering it nothing more than a seemingly profound, useless piece of metal.

Its value was far inferior to the cosmic wonders discovered in the Proxima Centauri Colony and Barnard’s Star Colony.

Nevertheless, he eventually accepted the invitation to Lincoln County.

He had flashed his card at Eilen Elvin at the meeting before, and it would be rude to refuse others’ kindness again.

Besides, he was quite curious about taking a look at the Egyptian tribe’s spaceship a thousand years ahead of time.

Although the gap in modern technology levels led to outdated detection methods, he could not see much material-wise, but with the span of a thousand years, there might still be some residual information in the ship.

At 3 p.m. Derby time, Harrison’s car arrived in Lincoln County and checked into a hotel.

Fifteen minutes later, Ethan arrived in Harrison’s room with his assistant.

“Do you want to rest for a while, Mr. Clark?” Ethan asked politely.

He knew that Harrison had flown from Oxfordshire, transferred to a helicopter to Lincoln County, without taking a single break.