Great Power Technology

Ye Zhou made his decision based on the most rational judgment, or in other words, he was abiding by the decision made by his predecessors at the center of this road sign three hundred years ago.

After those people clearly realized that the destruction of Shanghai Center was irreversible, they decisively chose to give up on themselves, thereby saving more resources for the reconstruction of key facilities.

This is by no means an easy choice.

When they made this choice, did they know that they would spend three hundred years of loneliness and despair in the deep, sealed underground?

Probably know.

The reason is simple. Even though there are many bones in this shelter, according to the records he retrieved, there has been no large-scale riot in Shanghai Center from beginning to end.

People here even opened cemeteries and held countless funerals for their dead.

After sending away their compatriots time and time again, and after the life-support system finally collapsed, the only remaining personnel made the most helpless choice.

They shut down all redundant systems, and the power in the center was concentrated in the hibernation warehouse. A dozen selected people, plus a few people who were already in hibernation, were regarded as the final "recorders."

Every few years, a dormant person will wake up to maintain the road sign system and maintain this last hope for mankind to break the situation.

Ye Zhou is the last person in this group of dormant people, and the one who has walked farthest.

Now, he will use his only advantage to try to rewrite the fate of the entire human race.

This advantage is time.

He wants to flap his wings on the long river of time, trying to cause the storm that tears apart the haze for mankind.

The woman opposite sighed deeply. In fact, she had already guessed Ye Zhou's answer.

This is an established reality that has already happened that she absolutely cannot change.

"I understand. Now, I need you to export all the monitoring data of Shanghai Center and pass it to me."

"The data room of Shanghai Center is located next to the core room of the overtime communication system, some distance from the living area."

"If you were in the living area now, it used to take about 20 minutes - can your life support system last 40 minutes?"

Ye Zhou raised his head and glanced at the countdown on the holographic screen, which showed the remaining operating time for the restart of the life support system.

29 hours is enough time.

Moreover, he does not need to reserve energy for latecomers, because there will be no more latecomers.

"I have plenty of time."

He opened his mouth to answer.

"Then don't worry. Since the timeout communication system can operate normally, it means that the data room has not been damaged. You only need to enter the instructions according to the instructions, and the system will automatically complete the upload."

"What type of information do you need?"

"Everything. Geology, hydrology, atmosphere, human activities. If the Shanghai Center continues to operate in the next three hundred years, then these data should be complete."

Hearing this, Ye Zhou suddenly felt confused.

Logically speaking, the Chengcheng Center, which suffered the least damage, is the best information provider, so why not let them provide the information?

This question had just arisen, and the information flow that had just been integrated gave him the answer.

The same overtime communication system cannot transmit information to itself because they use the same pair, or the same set of entangled quantum pairs.

Therefore, the many overtime communication centers in China are not actually to ensure the quality of communication, and of course they are not a waste of resources.

Those centers were built for the future that has not yet arrived. Each center can only receive information after a fixed time.

Ye Zhou followed the instructions on the holographic screen and headed towards the data room. On the way, he suddenly asked:

"Why didn't we predict this serious explosive adjacent-dimensional invasion? Logically speaking, no matter which center, they would give this disaster the highest priority, right?"

"Even if all the centers used in the disaster were destroyed instantly, at least Rongcheng monk Shang Hai survived. Haven't you tried to pass on the message?"

The woman opposite hummed and replied:

"That's what we're trying to figure out, we've tried numerous times to send messages to the forward signposts but have never heard back."

"Our forward communications have been cut off."

"In other words, human beings' predictions for the future stop at our upper level roadmap, which is the year 6622 - before the catastrophe occurs."

"We suspect that such interference is related to the invasion of adjacent dimensions, but we can't find any clues, because even before this, small-scale invasions of adjacent dimensions occurred from time to time, but they never affected the overtime communication system."

"Anyway, let's find your records first. From what I can see, this is the first time we have received your signal. In the past three hundred years, maybe there will be a special plane for things."

Ye Zhou nodded subconsciously. He had no doubts about what the woman said. The reason was very simple:

If there was no transfer, how could he appear here?

This is a rogue logic that makes people more confident, because he knows that things that have no results will not be added to the simulator.

Thinking of this, he suddenly wanted to laugh.

Perhaps this can be regarded as an inhumane trump card of his.

Every time he entered the simulation, he knew that victory belonged to him and China. Subtly, this belief was brought to reality by him.

Especially after the overtime communication system allowed him to vaguely feel the connection between the bracelet simulator and the future, he felt like he had a winning chance.

No matter how many hardships you overcome, victory will definitely come, it just takes time.

After walking down the long and narrow corridor, Ye Zhou finally left the living area and entered the work area.

As he expected, the place was still neat and tidy, and there wasn't even much dust due to the sealed environment.

In the hall where various work units meet, there is a row of long sofas in the center, and on that row of sofas, there are more than ten dead bones sitting side by side.

To their far right, there is another empty space.

If placed in other circumstances, this would probably be an extremely scary and weird scene, but at this time, Ye Zhou only had respect in his heart.

Because he knew that these people were the seniors who woke up from hibernation before him.

For some unknown reason, the first person to wake up came up with this idea, and the people behind him continued his joke tacitly.

The last seat is his.

Ye Zhou walked to the sofa, carefully straightened a crooked skeleton, and then whispered:

"Everyone, thank you for your hard work."

"I'll be here soon."

"There are still 29 hours left, we Chinese people can't give up."