Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Chapter 326 Preserver Plan

"Mr. Vice President, I don't mean to question your decision. I am just a little confused as to why you want to interrupt the investigation into the abnormal natural disaster in the Bone Wasteland."

"According to the data analysis of the surrounding environment detection stations, we found that the source of the Originium energy that caused the natural disaster far exceeds the energy quantification level currently established by the scientific community."

"We cannot estimate the limit of that energy source, so scientists created a new energy level, Infinite, which means unlimited."

"If we can find that energy source and use it, Colombian cities may no longer lack energy..."

Max, District of Columbia, Office of the President.

The middle-aged film man in a suit followed Vice President Jackson all the way and expressed his different opinions respectfully.

He was one of many cabinet members who received a joint letter from several top scientists in the country asking him to ask the president to reopen the investigation after the president's office issued an executive order to suspend the investigation into the Bone Field disaster.

He wanted to refuse at first, but then he thought that his term was coming to an end and he had not put forward any valuable proposals. In the next cabinet election, he might not have a position.

The big promise that those scientists painted for him - "solving Colombia's urban energy shortage problem" - was so tempting.

If successful, he would have achieved enough political achievements to keep his cabinet seat, or even go further. The scientists had achieved the research results they wanted, and their contributions would have made them a significant part of Colombian scientific history.

Colombia can take this opportunity to become stronger, which is a win-win situation for all three sides.

"This is a special executive order issued directly by the President, and no cabinet resolution is required. I have no right to intervene, and I do not intend to raise any objections."

"Did the president give the order? I understand, but I still hope that the president can reconsider the contents of the proposal."

The film man bowed slightly to Vice President Jackson, then handed over the document he had been holding in his hand.

"I'll pass it on to the President." Jackson took the document, glanced at it for a few seconds, and quickly closed it.

"Thank you for your help. I won't delay your work time..." The film man raised his wrist to look at his watch and left in a hurry.

"Young people are really energetic, a bit like me back then. Unlike me now, I no longer have that kind of drive. All I want to do is not make mistakes and live a stable life until retirement..."

Vice President Jackson smiled and turned to look at the presidential doll on his shoulder.

"Mr. President, you see, there are already people who have raised the same questions as me about the way the Skeleton Wasteland natural disaster was handled."

"As an ordinary person, I cannot understand your foresight. But for Colombia, I still hope to get an answer from you."

The dark eyes of the president doll on his shoulder turned around, as if it was performing a self-test. Then, the slight humming sound of mechanical structures and electronic components came from his ears.

"That decision was made out of consideration for Colombia's national security. As for the specific reasons, it involves my underlying logic and cannot be disclosed to the public."

The tiny bird's beak opened and a dull electronic synthesized sound came out.

"I believe in the correctness of your decision. I never thought that you, who I think are omnipotent, would be limited."

"Nothing can be completely free from the constraints of rules. Even I, a non-human, have my own operating rules."

"You're right, all of us are bound by this sky and earth." Jackson looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the cloudless blue sky.

......

In the wasteland dozens of kilometers away from Tremont, an exploration team affiliated with Rhine Life was holding special instruments and inserting the silver metal tip deep into the ground.

The screen connected to the instrument quickly displayed the underground geological structure. A large area of blue meant that the underground of the entire area was thick and solid rock, and no underground ruins mentioned in the mission were found.

"The mission target was not found, changing to the next exploration point."

"The large area to the east is a source stone biological hazard zone designated by the Melander Foundation. No one is allowed to enter without permission."

"We explored the area to the south when we came here. The north is a desert, and there are exploration points to the west..." The exploration team members holding paper maps made marks on them with pens and reported the exploration results to the team leader.

"Okay, I understand. Then everyone should do it! Quickly organize the equipment, rest on the spot for half an hour, and then head west..." The burly captain shouted into the radio communicator at the top of his voice.

The desert was full of wind and sand, and the team members all wore protective equipment. If they didn't speak loudly, they would not be able to receive the captain's orders accurately from the interference of the whistling wind.

......

Deep underground in the dangerous area designated by the Melander Foundation, there is a solid and dark fortress with neatly arranged black sarcophagi stretching as far as the eye can see.

Some sarcophagi were buried by quicksand caused by geological movements over tens of thousands of years, with only a dark corner exposed.

Perhaps only Trevor Friston, who is in charge of the "Preserver Project", knows how many sarcophagi are preserved in the entire underground fortress.

Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? The cold life-support equipment would not answer him, and the eternally silent universe would not answer him either.

He has shouted into the universe countless times, hoping that there will be a response from a companion who has also escaped destruction, even if it is just an artificial intelligence that is still running.

Unfortunately, all that still echoes in the universe are the sounds of collapse and the fallen light lingering among the stars...

He prayed to the dark despair for tens of thousands of years, but ignored the changes on the earth. Until the original source stone - Anana and the signal of the survival of civilization appeared in his country called Columbia at the same time, and then disappeared together.

Only then did Friston turn his attention from the universe back to the earth, and through Columbia's advanced Internet, he obtained the information he wanted.

He became more certain of his judgment that the signal that day was the survival of the original Originium and civilization.

It is rare for the results of two completely unrelated projects to appear at the same time.

In order to verify whether the continued existence of civilization is related to the previous civilization, Friston broadcast a special signal to the earth.

Unfortunately, Roy, carrying the crown, had already returned to Kazdel, and the terrain and distance had weakened the signal strength.

The survival of civilization can only be guaranteed by intermittent signals, but fortunately Friston is a persistent person and sent signals for a week.

Roy also pieced together the fragmented information and obtained the key words - "Preserver Plan" and a vague coordinate.