flstandardbreds Chapter 328 Take Me Out to See
Chapter 328 Take Me Out to See
During the long period of loneliness, Friston had almost forgotten what it felt like to hear his name from other people.
Excited? Thrilled? Joyful? Or confused...
"Oh, sorry, I forgot to remove my disguise. Now? You should be able to tell, Friston."
Roy cast a spell to restore his original face, revealing the face that appeared on the Internet.
Friston quickly searched his database and found the information of the man in front of him.
"It's you, the Demon King of Sarkaz - Roy. This is the information I retrieved from the Internet."
"In my memory, the continuation of civilization has not recorded any information about me. How did you know?"
"...Friston, how long has it been since you paid attention to the changes on this land?"
"I can't remember exactly, but it's about 4,761,304 days. I need to go through more data to find the exact time."
"But recently, I got a brief glimpse of the outside world through a network called Colombia. The civilized progress made by those little animals is indeed commendable, but it is still too barbaric."
"Information about me is buried deep in the heritage of the old times. Roy, you must have found some clues from some important ruins. And based on the signals received from the continued existence of civilization, you have confirmed my existence..."
Friston combined the existing information and made the most likely guess.
"Well, your reasoning is still logical and clear. You are worthy of being a colleague of the doctor and others, who has been watching over the victims of the Preserver Project."
Friston had experienced more than 4.76 million days of solitary watch, but he was still able to maintain clear and agile thinking ability. Roy couldn't help but applaud and show his respect for this great scientist.
"Doctor? Them? Who else have you seen besides me?" The electron cloud carrying Friston's will expanded uncontrollably after hearing this exciting news.
"An unexpected situation occurred in the Originium Project, and the Doctor was awakened early from the Rhodes Island sarcophagus by AMa-10. When I took back the original Originium, I met Presise. Now, I meet you again."
"They all survived the destruction. It's great news. Our struggle was not in vain..."
"What are the doctors doing now?"
"The doctor is busy working to make this land a better place, and Presace is still carrying out the Originium Project..."
"...Well, the doctor hasn't changed. Precious, that girl, has a somewhat paranoid personality."
After Friston uttered a few nostalgic sighs, the entire space fell silent.
Roy did not rush to continue asking questions. Instead, he simply swept the yellow sand on the floor, sat cross-legged on the ground, and quietly looked at the sarcophagus buried in the yellow sand.
"The Preservator Project was originally a plan to preserve the flame of the old civilization. However, after so many years, the energy of the sarcophagus is about to be exhausted and can no longer support the next revival.
"It is foreseeable that in the near future this place will become a cold grave burying hundreds of thousands of our compatriots."
"By then, I can also end this lonely watch of ten thousand years. Free my will from the eternal cage..."
Friston, in a very calm tone, confided to Roy, the strange visitor, the current situation of the Preserver Project.
In Friston's opinion, Roy already had a lot of information about the old times.
The Preserver Project was a project that was about to fail. It didn't hurt to tell him. At least there would be one more person in the world who could remember Trevor Friston and the Preserver Project.
"Is there no way to replenish energy?"
"I'm not an engineer who builds sarcophagi, so I don't know much about this."
"Even if we find a way to replenish energy, based on your efficiency in using Originium, it would still not be enough to convert all the Originium on earth into energy to supply the sarcophagus."
"Sorry..." Roy knew very well how cruel it would be for Friston, a responsible watchman, to be faced with the fact that the sarcophagus' energy was about to run out.
"Haha... There are always unexpected things when traveling far away, and plans are bound to go awry. Although it's hard to accept... But besides accepting it, what else can I do?"
Although he couldn't see Friston's expression, Roy could hear the bitterness from the bottom of his soul in his tone.
"But at least there is good news. The Doctor and Precious can continue on..."
"No! That's not right! Maybe there is still a chance..." Friston seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and his huge eyeballs turned to look at Roy who was sitting cross-legged.
"Hmm? Have you thought of a way to continue the plan?" Roy supported his head with one hand and looked at the rotating eye in the cloud in confusion.
"It's just an absurd idea, but it does give me some hope. For the lives of hundreds of thousands of compatriots in the sarcophagus, I'm willing to give it a try."
"Roy, can I ask you a favor?"
"You said."
"Take some of me out, I want to meet and talk with the Doctor."
"can."
Friston made up his mind and copied a part of himself in the database and transferred it to a sarcophagus maintenance vehicle.
He called himself Friston, not a copy, let alone a copy of a copy.
Trevor Friston is the scientist of the old civilization. He is also the simulated consciousness of the Preserver Project and the maintenance vehicle of the sarcophagus.
He is always consistent
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The fiery red sun sank into the horizon, and the setting sun shone through the living room glass, casting a long shadow on the vase on the cabinet.
The kitten was lying on the sofa reading a picture book. Muirseth tied up her waist-length hair, put on a light green apron, and walked into the kitchen.
It was almost time to prepare dinner, but Roy hadn't come back yet. I took this opportunity to show my cooking skills to Kitty.
The kitten, who was immersed in the simple story in the picture book, suddenly perked up her drooping ears. She keenly caught a slight movement, like the sound of wheels rubbing against the ground when a bed was being pushed.
The emerald green pupils shrank into a slit, and the hair on the tail and ears also puffed up slightly.
"I wonder how Narcissa will react when she sees me bringing back a talking car?"
"The kitten with brain damage? Maybe my knowledge of neurology can help her..."
"It's Roy's voice..." The kitten recognized the owner of the voice and was no longer stressed. He quickly got up, put on his sandals, and trotted to open the door to greet him.