I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 635 - 401: Let the Professional Me Handle It_1

Chapter 635: Chapter 401: Let the Professional Me Handle It_1

God knows how large this Area 52 underground base actually is as the elevator took another full five minutes before it finally stopped.

When the elevator doors opened this time, the world that appeared before Harrison Clark had an entirely different flavor.

In the middle of the spacious arc-shaped metal dome hall, there was a twin-screw vessel.

Under the bright lights, the streamlined-shaped twin-screw vessel glistened.

The ship was called wreckage, but its exterior was not damaged, and it looked as new as ever.

The shape of the ship resembled a sailboat with two supporting floats on each side.

There was a cylindrical engine on each side, looking like two torpedoes.

The engines were thirty-three meters long and in a closed structure, without any turbines inside.

Harrison Clark was very familiar with the structural principles of these engines.

The first half of the cylinder was a force field generator.

The principles of the force field were somewhat similar to those of the Pseudo-Curvature Engine, but their performance was average, and their ability to isolate cosmic dust was poor. The maximum speed was only one-third the speed of light, and the acceleration time was incredibly long.

The second half of the cylinder was a jet engine, which primarily ejected the residual reaction material after battery combustion for power supply.

Yes, even though this was an antique, it also had a dual-engine structure.

Counting the third, an anti-gravity engine, it had a triple-engine.

The crew cabin was in the middle, and it was an oval structure twenty-five meters long.

Occasionally, a few research personnel wearing lab coats would go around the ship with instruments, and then test the ship’s material with their instruments.

Harrison Clark only took a brief look at the ship and didn’t pay much attention.

Instead, he focused more than half of his attention on the structure of the underground base itself.

Inside this hall, there were dozens of doors.

Obviously, there wasn’t just one hall in the underground base.

He observed the dome structure more carefully and then subconsciously calculated the establishment of the base, the lighting and ventilation systems, the supply of living materials, and so on.

Harrison Clark had piloted a dual-axis ship in the 31st century, but the underground base was already gone by then. He couldn’t help but feel regret that he hadn’t been able to glimpse the true appearance of Area 52, which countless people in the 21st century sought after.

Well, he did have a bit of curiosity too.

“Mr. Clark, as you can see, this is the most mysterious and cutting-edge Area 52 in the world. We have over a thousand elite personnel from various fields serving the research project dedicated to deciphering this alien ship. I bet no one on this planet knows more about aliens than we do.” Mendelson said confidently.

It was clear that before Harrison Clark came, he had prepared a welcoming speech.

But he got stuck after finishing, as he realized that in the Madman’s Conjecture Collection 3.0, Harrison Clark correctly depicted the material nature of the ship without ever having seen the ship or knowing that there was such a terrifying material on Earth capable of self-repair across space.

That was the true mastery of Mr. Clark.

Now Mendelson had made a fool of himself by showing off his skills before a master.

Harrison Clark focused on the mention of a thousand people and silently calculated that this meant the construction cost of Area 52 was at least 10 billion dollars, with an annual maintenance cost of several billion dollars.

This did not even take into account the investments in cutting-edge analysis equipment, which were incalculable.

If the base were built above ground, construction costs could be reduced by at least 70%, and maintenance costs by 50%.

He found this distressing.

Those who are thieves always imagine others as thieves, doing their secrecy work to such a degree that they would rather waste money, fearing being discovered by other countries in the world.

What a roundabout way.

“Mr. Clark, this is some of my analysis report. I didn’t find any offensive weapons in this ship. Look at this half-life report, which is the age analysis of the underlying impact terrain when we found the hiding place of the ship.”

Lowering his head to look at the report, Harrison Clark found nothing new, as he already knew everything.

Mendelson continued his enthusiastic analysis, “Ten million years ago, this ship was already on Earth. It didn’t even carry any weapons, which is the basis of my argument. I believe the civilization behind this ship is full of goodwill towards humanity. It should be an observation post, and it might also be invisibly leading our civilization forward.”

Harrison Clark neither agreed nor disagreed, then pretended to ask out of ignorance, “What about the people inside?”

“There are no people, nor corpses. We estimated the appearance of the aliens based on the structure of the chairs. It was uncrewed, just placed on Earth like the detectors we sent to Mars.”

Harrison Clark spread his hands, “Alright.”

Mendelson believed all the evidence supporting the friendly universe was right here.

Harrison Clark did agree with some of his views, the Egyptian tribe was indeed quite friendly.

However, it’s a pity that good people don’t live long, but their harm lasts for millennia.

Of course, the Egyptian tribe might not have had time to do anything evil before being destroyed by a bigger villain.

Harrison Clark knew far more.

Indeed, the twin-screw vessel settled on Earth millions of years ago and penetrated deep underground to a depth of seventy-five kilometers.

The passengers of the ship had already left, but its internal intelligent system was not shut down. Instead, it quietly monitored the entire Earth through neutrino scans, and the intelligent system would transmit the collected information back to the Egyptian tribe’s parent star or somewhere else via a quantum network.

Harrison Clark was not sure whether the Egyptian tribe’s ship played any important role in the birth and evolution of humanity.

However, future researchers generally believed that the Egyptian tribe’s ship was merely a dedicated observer, doing nothing else.

The ship’s energy supply mainly relied on solar photonic wings that were spread out.

A million years ago, the Egyptian civilization was forced into a fierce war with the Compound Eye Civilization and eventually lost and perished.

From that moment on, the twin-screw vessel lost contact with the Egyptian tribe’s main computer and became ownerless.

Perhaps from that time on, Earth had already entered the vision of the Compound Eye Civilization.

But at that time, humans had just learned to collect wildfire as upright apes, and Earth was in a complete void of civilization, not even worth raising.

However, although the twin-screw vessel lost its operators, its intelligent system still faithfully executed the observation orders.In 1947, the Twin Screw Vessel was supposed to leave Earth as planned and return to the Egyptian tribe’s base.

It quietly drilled towards the ground and floated up into the atmosphere while sending signals through the high-frequency quantum network to its homeworld or base, waiting for positioning and traction.

Then an accident happened.

It did not receive any signal from its homeworld or base and encountered extreme thunderstorms at night.

Due to millions of years of hiding underground, the spaceship’s energy was already insufficient, and after being repeatedly hit by lightning, it activated its shields, eventually leading to an energy shortage.

It began to follow the pre-set self-protection program, returning to Earth’s surface, extending its Solar Photonic Wings to take advantage of the weak night light for charging, and preparing to ascend again during daylight the next day to exit the atmosphere.

But the Black Swan effect continued, and during its descent, it was targeted by anti-aircraft missiles.

If its shield’s energy had been sufficient, the destructive power of the missiles wouldn’t even be worthy of scratching it.

However, at this point, it had just lost its shield due to a lack of energy.

The missiles destroyed its Solar Photonic Wings, causing it to crash in Roswell, where it was then “captured” by federal forces.

This was the complete analysis Harrison Clark saw from a thousand years later about the world-famous “Roswell Incident,” combined with his own understanding and speculation of the Egyptian tribe, which he finally concluded.

Mr. Clark believed that this was basically the truth.

As they chatted, they walked to the bottom of the Twin Screw Vessel.

Harrison Clark looked at the open door of the spaceship’s cabin and rarely praised it, “Not bad, no wonder you guys know there’s no weapon system inside. How did you open this door, by the way?”

Mendelson said a bit awkwardly, “It was blown open during a nuclear test. The door was severely damaged at that time, but it repaired itself. However, opening and closing are normal states for it, so we kept it open. If we accidentally close it, I am afraid we will have to blow it up again.”

Harrison Clark rolled his eyes, wanting to give Mendelson a big thumbs up.

You guys are ruthless; not afraid of blowing it up.

Well, he finally knows the secret that can’t be found in historical materials a thousand years later.

Nuclear test to open a door.

Impressive, really.

It must be because this matter is too embarrassing that it was not recorded in any paper documents and only passed down orally.

“Fine. If the artificial intelligence inside the Egyptian tribe’s spaceship is completely shut down and self-destructs because of energy exhaustion, then you guys will certainly be credited with this blast.”

Mendelson’s face turned even redder.

Ethan Evans, who was particularly good at capturing information in Harrison Clark’s words, quickly asked, “Egyptian tribe?”

Harrison Clark coughed lightly, “We don’t know about these alien races; they are like a puzzle, so I just gave them a name called the Egyptian tribe. What do you think?”

Ethan Evans and Mendelson nodded simultaneously, “Great.”

The assistant even quickly pulled out a pen and paper to write down the name “Egyptian tribe.”

The group entered the cabin.

The wall structure was made of a silver-white metal, which felt silky and cool to the touch.

Mendelson introduced, “This metal is incredible; it’s like it’s alive.”

Harrison Clark smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

If the artificial intelligence inside was still “alive,” then in a sense, this ship could indeed be considered a lifeform.

The cabin space was very narrow and compact, with no living area, only workspaces filled with various integrated devices.

The workspace doors were very narrow, only about half a meter high and just over twenty centimeters wide, obviously not for people to enter. They looked more like inspection points commonly found on industrial equipment.

Harrison Clark knew why this was the case.

Actually, beneath the Egyptian tribe’s spaceship’s cabin, there was a storage compartment filled with various types of robots.

If the equipment inside the workspaces had problems and needed manual repairs, the Egyptian tribe would likely control these robots with their brainwaves, implementing semi-manual and semi-intelligent repairs.

However, the awkward 21st-century scholars couldn’t blow open the storage compartment door, so they knew nothing.

They certainly couldn’t conduct experiments directly inside the spaceship; that would be too outrageous.

Walking further inside, everyone bent over and crawled through a small doorway, finally entering the cockpit.

The Egyptian tribe’s spaceship cockpit was completely different from a human spaceship cockpit, with no visual views.

Future technicians analyzed this, suggesting that the Egyptian tribe’s vision imaging mechanisms might be different from humans.

Humans rely heavily on their eyes to observe, while the Egyptian tribe may trust more in cameras or monitoring instruments to provide data references.

The cockpit was very crowded with six or seven people squeezed inside.

However, unlike the human airplanes of the 21st century, there were no complex instrument panels inside the cockpit, only a few strange metal spheres placed around.

In front of the array of spheres was a small chair.

The chair was made of a hard, pure metal structure, making its comfort level quite terrible.

The technicians inferred the Egyptian tribe’s physical shape based on the shape of the chair.

Mendelson held his hand above a sphere, as hundreds of fine arcs, like silkworm threads, emerged from the surface.

“Mr. Clark, you can try it. The arcs feel a bit numb when they touch the palm of your hand. We speculate there might be information coming through, but we can’t recognize it.”

Harrison Clark’s pupils contracted slightly, finally showing interest.

He knew these electric arcs well; they were a kind of neural link method, and indeed contained a lot of information.

But by the time humans could understand this information in the 28th century, this sphere would have long lost any reaction.

This phenomenon means that the intelligence inside this spaceship is not completely shut down!

He hurriedly pulled Mendelson’s hand away, “Don’t touch it; don’t waste energy! Let me do it.”