Chapter 208: Chapter 166: The Greatest Folk Scientist in History_2
Translator: 549690339
Martha Owen, the project leader of the prestigious Science Academy, was left speechless by his questions.
“Fine, let’s assume you’re correct. Tell me, how do you create your particle-related substance?”
Harrison Clark smiled elegantly, “It’s not difficult, really. Let’s shift our focus back to another inexplicable yet objectively existing phenomenon: the Morning Wind song and its dark side! I have named it the Song of the Wilderness!”
Next, Harrison briefly explained the method.
First, reverse-engineer the rhythm and structure of the Morning Wind song to derive the objectively existing Song of the Wilderness, which humans have so far never heard.
Then, in a closed space, repeatedly play this song to a select few individuals with a self-sacrificing spirit.
This group of people cannot be chosen at random, but must at least consist of battlecruiser captains, not potential future captains, but current ones.
Subsequently, these people would undergo some undesirable changes in personality.
Of course, their determination to fight for humanity would remain unwavering; they would simply develop some peculiar hobbies.
These hobbies would become their second-highest pursuit, only surpassed by their dedication to sacrifice for humankind.
Inside the antimatter bombs that embody their hobbies, the particle-related substance is hidden.
However, these particles will remain in a dormant state and won’t trigger an explosion.
Harrison had no idea why they remained dormant.
As for how to deactivate their dormant state, initiate the explosion, and turn it into a weapon, he was clueless as well.
“That’s my conclusion. How to implement it, how to detonate it, and how to weaponize it is up to you. Whether you agree or disagree, my part is finished. What do you think?”
Martha was stunned.
She never would have dreamed that Harrison’s conclusion would ultimately lead back to the dark side of the Morning Wind song.
Throughout history, humans had attempted to study this phenomenon, trying to discover something from it. Some volunteers had even been selected for experiments, but apart from losing their emotions, nothing abnormal had occurred.
As a result, humans believed that the primary function of these frequencies was to suppress human emotions and weaken combative abilities.
However, no one had ever considered this possibility.
After all, every captain was important, and it would be impossible to allow incumbent captains to participate in such unknown and risky experiments.
If at some point in history, a fortunate coincidence had allowed a current captain to be exposed to those specific frequency waves, humanity might have discovered the anomalies within.
Unfortunately, such a coincidence never occurred.
“Why must it be a captain?” Nora Camp asked.
Glancing at the eager Nora, Harrison quickly replied, fearing she would sacrifice herself, “Don’t ask, it has nothing to do with you. You’re an elite captain and a top commander with vital roles to play in warfare. Just assigning some regular, lower-ranking captains to participate in the project is enough.” He looked back at Martha, “Do you believe me now?”
Martha hesitated to respond.
Harrison decided to reveal his final piece of evidence, “According to my meticulous calculations, the predictive model of this particle-related substance is as follows.”
He began typing furiously on the projection keyboard.
Although he still didn’t understand it, it didn’t matter. In the previous timeline, Martha had personally analyzed Nora’s chess pieces, eventually discovering the presence and some distinctive features of the particle-related substance from the subtle anomalies in the string energy vibrations.
Harrison had carefully read her report, word for word. Despite not understanding it, he could recall it vividly and now transferred her entire analysis into this timeline, placing it directly in front of Martha, whose knowledge was more extensive and profound.
Upon reading the style of the analysis report, Martha felt an indescribable sense of familiarity and intimacy.
It took her half an hour to digest its contents, after which she was 70-80% convinced.
She was astonished and confused, asking, “How did you come to these conclusions? Why does the writing style of this report resemble mine so much?”
Harrison smiled, “Because you were my elementary school teacher. Naturally, the knowledge I acquired from you has shaped my thought patterns to be similar to yours. As for how I came to these conclusions? It’s all here.”
He pointed to his head and continued, “You have no idea how my mind works when I’m not reading. Whenever I have a moment of leisure, I’m constantly pondering, hypothesizing, and calculating. I’ve unraveled countless pieces of information to arrive at this most probable inference.”
“I admit that my foundation in theoretical knowledge is poor, and my thought process is admittedly quite amateurish. I haven’t even written a single draft. But many times, inspiration doesn’t need a rigorous validation process. Now, I’ve shared my inspiration with you. I trust you’ll help me prove that my intuition is correct.”
Martha stood up abruptly, “Alright, I’ll go try it immediately. Wait for my news.”
Having said that, she hurried out of the office and summoned a fast vehicle from the sky, which lifted her inside via a beam of light.
In a blink of an eye, her vehicle disappeared into the horizon.
Three days later, a red official document from the Science Department was sent to Black Bear Training Base.
Harrison, who was packing up to leave, was intercepted by a personal visit from Nora.
She said, “Congratulations! Your conjecture is entirely correct. You might be the most talented civilian scientist in human history.”
Harrison put down his backpack, “That’s great. So, do I still have to leave?”
Nora shook her head, “It depends on your personal choice.”
“I understand.”
She took a couple of steps forward, closely examining Harrison’s face. “Honestly, you resemble Master Harrison more with every passing day. Can you tell me how your mind reached these conclusions?”
After some thought, Harrison replied, “I might not understand science, but I understand people and history. I’m sure you’ve researched my browsing history; I’ve invested a lot of energy in studying history. I’ve explored Master Harrison’s foresight, analyzed Carrie Thomas’s Morning Wind, and the evolution of the S Bacteria.”
“I believe the invaders might have realized that the Song of the Wilderness strategy failed and resorted to using the S Bacteria for damage control. Therefore, the effects of the Song of the Wilderness can’t be as simple as changing personalities and suppressing emotions. There must be a hidden lethal move capable of destroying humanity’s military strength.”
“I was troubled about the nature of this lethality before, but when you told me Martha was researching antimatter bombs, I suddenly realized the truth. My conclusion was reached in an instant. To a large extent, I relied on my intuition.”
Nora blinked, “So, did you also intuitively create that Martha-style analysis report?”
Harrison nodded, “Yes.”
He was assertive since, either way, she had no choice but to believe him..