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

Chapter 819: I know you, you know me…’,

Compared to the vast and spacious interior of the three-kilometer-diameter Spherical Battleship, where the layout resembled an urban forest, the structure inside a Prism Ship was much more compact, with one compartment after another arranged side by side.

These compartments varied in size, with the largest comparable to a bird’s nest stadium, and the smallest only big enough for one person to stand.

The walls of the compartments were made of a material with similar strength to that of the Prism Ship’s outer shell, exhibiting immense strength.

As Harrison Clark went deeper into the structure, about ten kilometers in, more integral internal structures of the compartments were preserved. However, each room contained different amounts of residual impact effects.

These residual impacts were “shadows” left on the walls of the rooms.

It was as if a strong light had been shone through several room doors into the compartments, casting the original furnishings as shadows on the walls and floor, only now the furnishings themselves were gone.

When Harrison Clark had entered the Spherical Warship, he could see the central sphere filled with life and the sprawling tree-like pipes just by crossing the outer boundary. But the Prism Ship was like a giant honeycomb maze, with many branching paths. If Needham Brown hadn’t provided intel and Star hadn’t planned an optimal route while giving navigational directions, who knows how many times Harrison Clark would have gotten lost.

“Hurry up; the surviving Compound Eye People are starting to move. They’ll activate the backup power,” Star urged in a hurry.

“I’m already going as fast as I can. The spatial turbulence is too intense, and I can’t use a Pseudo-Curvature Engine, so what do you want me to do?”

Star: “I really want to install an antimatter engine on you.”

“You probably want to blow me up or petrify me instead.”

Still, Harrison Clark’s movements were indeed quick, and he reached the designated location within thirteen seconds.

A large, empty room.

There were traces of pounding on the damaged door, and Harrison Clark even saw a broken Star Shadow Battle Armor saber nearby.

Needham Brown had probably struggled here for a few seconds.

However, Harrison Clark didn’t have to smash the door with a sword, as the Energy Beam Bomb had blown a hole big enough for his Folding Shadow Battle Armor to fit through.

Upon entering, Harrison Clark gasped the very next second.

In his mind, he heard Star’s gasp as well.

Before him was a massive “water tank”.

The semi-transparent liquid in the tank was boiling and bubbling, with an enormous “human brain” floating inside.

Two spiral coils, each about forty centimeters in diameter, stretched from either end of the room, passing through the tank to connect to the “brain stem” of the brain inside.

The spiral coils were not directly exposed; they were also covered with a semi-transparent protective layer, much like the spiral glass tubes commonly used in chemical laboratories.

The giant brain had a diameter of nearly three meters. Star estimated its mass to be close to eight tons.

“What on earth is this?” Harrison Clark asked through chattering teeth.

Anyone who has taken middle school biology would recognize this as an enlarged version of a human brain.

But how did this thing end up on a Compound Eye ship and serve as the central intelligence unit?

Did the Compound Eye People adopt human knowledge through the Hundred Years’ War, simulate human brain structures, and revolutionize their central intelligence technology?

Or from the very beginning, was the quantum central intelligence of the Prism Ship a super-sized “human brain”?

What exactly is the connection between the Compound Eye People and humanity?

If the second possibility was true, Harrison Clark’s assumptions would be fundamentally subverted.

The impact he experienced at this moment was immense.

Star: “This big brain does have a million-year history.”

“What!”

“Wait a moment, don’t panic. This thing is different from a human brain,” Star said suddenly.

Harrison Clark: “How so?”

“You’ll see for yourself.”

After Star spoke, a scan analysis report was projected in front of Harrison Clark’s eyes.

The report clearly indicated that this object, resembling a human brain structure, indeed had a million-year history and existed at the birth of the Prism Ship.

But incredibly, it had no connection to humanity.

Its essence was merely a product of the Compound Eye People’s biotechnology, much like the Dragonfly Fighter or Blade Mantis.

The biological structure within the enormous brain simulated the structure of the cosmic fiber network, with a structural similarity of about 95% to the neurons and glial cells in the human brain.

A large amount of calcium silicate accumulated and formed a cluster of Bose-Einstein Molecular particles, ultimately utilizing a massive and regular quantum collapse to condense into a complete consciousness.

This consciousness manifested externally in a form similar to Star, and could be referred to as quasi-artificial intelligence.

Star: “The artificial intelligence in this brain is quite similar to the Blank Ones.”

Harrison Clark: “Blank Ones? Like the ones I’ve encountered before?”

“Yes, those whose unformed brains were deeply infiltrated by the Song of the Wilderness.”

Harrison Clark: “What! Do we still have them now?”

“Yes, they provide about 40% of my computational power support and more than 50% of my overload capacity.”

“Sheesh.”

Star: “Why are you surprised? Wasn’t it you who said that for the survival of civilization, no means should be off the table?”

Harrison Clark shook his head reluctantly. “I suppose so, but it’s still rather cruel.”

“It’s not so bad. Our technology has advanced to the point where we can directly affect neural fibers without the need for cultivation since childhood. These Blank Ones have the autonomy to choose after the age of eighteen. They are an active sacrifice, not passive exploitation. Moreover, not everyone can participate; strict selection is required to ensure that these people have strong innate logical thinking but are extremely lacking in pioneering creativity. Also, the Blank Ones have their ‘vacations,’ where they can periodically gather a complete personality in the virtual world and reunite with their families.”