"Actually, Friston, she and I share the same Civilization's Legacy."
After Friston repaired the sarcophagus, he also gave Theresa a physical examination.
Aside from a partial deficiency in her soul, all her other attributes were perfectly normal.
He even took the two of them inside the Crown, and seeing the mega-structures in space and the central singularity, Xing Chen confirmed that the Crown resting on Theresa's head was not an issue.
"That's truly strange, but it's good. It means that the problem lies with you, not with that... Civilization's Legacy."
Friston had no solution for his personal physical issues, so it was time to discuss Terra.
Xing Chen didn't intend to discuss what happened with the sarcophagi; such a tragedy spanning ten thousand years was something no one wanted to see.
"Take whatever you want, whether it's the sarcophagi or the reserve energy here, if you find them useful."
Friston's words sounded off, and Theresa sensed it too.
"What about you?"
"I'm tired," the red orb of light dimmed. "My only request is that you erase my memories of these ten thousand years, and let me die as a human."
Xing Chen had already discussed Friston's story with Theresa.
Ten thousand years of solitary vigil; besides the person in front of him, only Kal'tsit could understand.
However, their experiences were somewhat different.
After a long period of solitude, Kal'tsit found Theresa as a close friend, while Friston's steadfastness resulted in the tragic news that his compatriots were forever asleep and could not be awakened.
Even the Seer and Prythian, sleeping in their Stasis Chambers, didn't experience subjectively long periods, and the Originium project merely deviated, it didn't fail.
This meant that Xing Chen and Theresa couldn't use normal psychological treatment methods to correct Friston; they simply couldn't say, "I understand you."
"How about we just delete it all for him?"
"The last one whose database you deleted and ran away from has turned into a weirdo eating instant noodles with his mouth at four in the morning."
"Who was that... never mind. I can just delete his memories of these ten thousand years."
"Leaving aside the precision of your operation, Theresa, for these Pre-civilization people, their memories are the most important thing. And I think a person's life is a combination of memory and body. If you delete this period of memory, isn't that equivalent to killing this part of his life?"
"Then what should we do?"
"Perhaps there are some unconventional methods..."
Xing Chen still respected Friston quite a bit, after all, he had voluntarily programmed himself to guard the Stasis Chamber for ten thousand years.
"Friston, your story began with a great sacrifice," Xing Chen straightened his posture and said to him solemnly, "But don't you think this story deserves an ending worthy of it?"
"The Preserver Project has failed. I haven't completed my mission. This is just a cemetery now, and all I want is release."
Xing Chen glanced at Theresa, who understood immediately. She activated the Civilization's Legacy while simultaneously using her Originium Arts to link their wills with Friston's.
The teleportation then activated, and the three (person/machine) were taken together to the library.
In the library, Friston appeared in his original form — a blond, high-nosed engineering man.
Xing Chen preferred black hair like Prythian's, but compared to the people of Terra, Friston could be considered one of his own.
Friston was also stunned by his sudden return to his original appearance, completely oblivious to Theresa walking straight towards him.
"Slap!"
A crisp sound echoed among the bookshelves.
Friston hadn't yet figured out what was happening.
"Slap!"
After the second slap, the stinging pain finally registered.
"You..."
"Slap!"
"Can..."
"Slap!"
...Theresa was careful with her strikes, ensuring he was confused but not harmed.
Pain is one of humanity's traits; feeling pain should also help him recall his memories of being human.
Soon, Friston's face swelled up like a pig's head.
"Stop... no more hitting, let's... talk it out..."
"Still want to die?"
..."No."
"Really?"
..."Really."
Sometimes Xing Chen felt like dying when writing papers, but after that, he would still remember his responsibilities.
So he deeply disdained those so-called depression sufferers. If Friston was truly determined to die, he could just get some Originium bombs and blow up his core components, and it would be over.
It showed that he still had a sense of responsibility in his heart.
"Do you feel a bit more human now?" Friston, covering his swollen face, nodded with difficulty. "Let's continue your duties."
"But the Deep Blue Tree and the Heaven's Fulcrum are both offline, and the Originium project hasn't developed as planned. Our Legacy project is infinitely close to failure..."
"That's not a problem; there's always more than one way to achieve a goal." To encourage Friston, he decided to give an example, "Can you still find your old facilities?"
"I've forgotten everything. The database might have it, but ten thousand years... how would I find it?" Friston said dejectedly.
"There's still a way, and once I remind you, you'll understand."
Friston had a 'server busy' expression, indicating that even AI wasn't that easy to use.
"Geology, you know it, right? If we divide the strata according to Originium concentration, what do you think?"
Although Friston was a computer guy, the Pre-civilization's technological level was so high that even a little knowledge in other areas should make him more knowledgeable than Xing Chen.
"Oh, oh, oh, I understand. You want to find the strata from when we were building, and then focus your attention on those strata."
"More or less. Although considering factors like weathering and geological changes, the efficiency is questionable, but at least there's a chance of success."
Friston nodded, seeming to have regained much of his confidence.
"So, is there anything you need me to do?"
"I need an attack code that can disable the PRTS system."
Xing Chen provided his explanation: the Seer and Prythian had a conflict over the use of Originium, and Prythian controlled PRTS, but her state was not entirely normal.
Friston fell into thought. After some time, he gave his answer.
He couldn't do it.
This was also within Xing Chen's expectations, as that system wasn't solely his work after all.
"But give me some time, and I can provide a virus program that can significantly slow down PRTS's response speed for a period."
"That works too. I still have some things I want to ask."
"Please ask, I will tell you everything I know."
"I want to know about controlled nuclear fusion, room-temperature superconductors, neural network technology theory..."