"Indeed, this is a new type of weapon we have developed. We call it the Reboot Device. It is currently located at SITE5."
"Half of the material in the restart device comes from darkness. We are studying it recently. The material that makes it up is very strange. We originally suspected it was dark matter, but it is not."
"To be honest, we are also very curious about how the God of Light did this. My colleagues in the scientific research department are working overtime to figure it out."
Before A2 knew it, his conversation was off topic again, so Charles immediately brought it back.
"Ignore those for now. First, restore the location of SITE5 and the location of the restarted device."
After getting more information, the contact with A2 in the dream quickly ended.
After waking up from his dream, Charles immediately convened a new Earthsea meeting. The leaders of Earthsea discussed the issue for a long time, but ultimately no solution was reached.
Having been able to exist in Earthsea for thousands of years, the core of the Foundation is certainly not that easy to destroy. What they can think of, the central computer itself must have thought of as well.
Charles sat in front of his thick new desk and thought about countermeasures. Although he had new cards, he was still at an absolute disadvantage to the foundation.
As long as you are strong enough, you have nothing to fear even if the cards are exposed.
Suddenly, Shanshan brought a bunch of bananas to Charles and said, "Dad, you have a bad stomach. Eat more bananas to nourish your stomach."
"Thank you. Are these freshly picked from the banana plantation on the island?" Charles reached out and broke off one.
Shan Shan lay on the table, holding her chin with her hands and looking at her father. "Yes, this was originally for mom. She said she wasn't hungry, so I gave it to you."
"What is your mother doing now?" Charles asked.
"She has controlled many people and connected their brains together to help you find a solution."
Charles felt warm in his heart. Anna really cared about him. It was really nice to have such a virtuous wife.
"Dad, why don't I go? I feel my strength has increased a lot. Among us, I am the only one who can try it."
Hearing what Shanshan said, Charles refused without saying a word, "No! You have to remember that everything we are doing now is based on the fact that A2 is ours. What if she is fake? What if she is just a bait released by the Foundation?"
"Ah? If you doubt her, why do you still believe her?"
Charles reached out and patted her on the head. "Sometimes, this is not a conflict. You can be suspicious of her intentions and cooperate with her cautiously. But remember, the Foundation doesn't dare to come here now because we have something to intimidate them."
"If we want to deal with the Foundation, we can pay any price, but we can't afford to sacrifice only the four sacrifices that open the door and you who lead us there. As long as we have you, we can have unlimited backup capabilities and we can even overturn the table."
"Anything that weakens this deterrent, whether intentional or unintentional, will be dealt with by me as part of the Foundation's conspiracy."
Shanshan, who was lying on the table, slowly turned over and looked up at him, "You think a lot."
Charles sighed slowly, "I was forced to do this. I didn't think much about it before, but I was played badly by others. I guess this is what they call learning from your mistakes."
The information obtained after a long time seemed to be of no use, as if everything had returned to the starting point.
Charles woke up in a daze. It seemed that because of excessive thinking, Charles' head felt swollen.
Linda had sat down beside her bed without her noticing. She reached out and stuffed the few remaining pills in a jar on the table into her side bag.
"You can't take this medicine anymore. Although it can improve your thinking ability several times, it also puts a great strain on your spirit. You need to rest."
Charles stared at her profile in a trance, and before he knew it, her pretty face overlapped with the ugly face of the old ship doctor.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you trying to relax through lust?"
Charles quickly looked away. "Don't make such jokes. It will be bad for your husband, Audric."
"He knows, but he doesn't care. I don't care if he finds women outside. We are just husband and wife. If we feel comfortable, we can stay together. If we feel uncomfortable, we can separate." After Linda said this, she put on the miner's lamp and put her head directly into Charles' body to examine herself.
After Linda left, Charles thought for a moment, took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet next to him, jumped off the balcony, and jumped towards the cemetery on the uneven rooftops.
Soon he arrived. Charles came to the tombstone of the old ship doctor. There was a small wreath on the heavy stone. Judging from its size, it should have been placed by Lily.
Charles unscrewed the lid and poured it on top, watching the brown liquid soak into the tombstone. "Old man, you know what? Sometimes I really envy you for being able to live to 97 years old without any worries. Before you die, you fulfilled the wish you've been looking for all your life. Isn't that what life is all about?"
"My old home is gone. I now regard Hope Island as my home. I just want to live a peaceful life on the island. But why is such a simple thing so difficult?"
Looking at the tombstone in front of him, Charles said a lot to him, and the old ship doctor listened quietly like an old friend.
"Ring, ring" the crisp sound of bicycle bells rang behind Charles. He turned his head and found that it was his first mate, riding on a bicycle with some flowers behind him.
"Didn't you deliver the letter today?" Charles asked the first mate who was handing the flowers to the old doctor.
"No letter... The post office... has closed down... Private... telegraph machines are on sale... For only... 3,000 kronor." An unexpected message reached Charles' ears.
At this moment, a young man happened to walk outside the cemetery. He was carrying a package-like gear machine that was emitting black smoke, and was clumsily typing something on the bronze keyboard in his hand.
The technology on the island of Hope is advancing with each passing day. The telegraph that could only be placed in the telegraph office before has been miniaturized. As long as you go out and fill it with fuel, you can easily contact people on the island thousands of miles away.
But looking at this thing, and thinking back to how SITE2 was almost like a sci-fi city in a science fiction movie, Charles felt a little bitter. It seemed that he still had a long way to go to raise his technology to the level of a foundation.
"What are you... worried about now? Tell... us, we can... help you share it." Bandage said to Charles.
(End of this chapter)