freenovelworld Chapter 835 The Last Secret
Chapter 835 The Last Secret
coming.
What was supposed to come finally came.
Upon hearing this, the Eagle Commander's face, which already looked ashen, was now filled with unspeakable bitterness and embarrassment.
He took a deep breath, as if using up all his strength to prevent himself from collapsing on the spot.
He shook his head slowly, the movement full of powerlessness.
"General Secretary Joseph," his voice was hoarse and full of fatigue, "these things you see...they...most of them, we ourselves have no idea what they are used for."
He pointed to an area not far away that was littered with countless prismatic metal fragments and said with a wry smile.
"For example, we obtained that material thirty years ago. We used every possible method to analyze it, and concluded that its material hardness surpassed any alloy found on Earth."
"But that's about it. We don't know what it originally was, how to put the pieces back together, or how to smelt and process this material, which is completely unknown to us."
He pointed to the other side, where a silver metal ball was constantly twisting and deforming, bound by a huge electromagnetic coil.
"And that one, we call it the 'Shaper'. It seems to have a life of its own, able to change form at will. We tried to use it in armor technology, but it indiscriminately devoured any metal it came into contact with."
"During an experiment, one of our M1 tanks was completely devoured by it in three seconds."
"It's not a weapon, it's more like a disaster that can't be controlled."
The President's tone became more and more like that of a frustrated CEO reporting a failed project to the board of directors.
"Indeed, there are some things that we have successfully... 'borrowed'."
He admitted.
"For example, we learned some of the principles of electromagnetic stealth from the power core of a certain aircraft, which led to the F-117."
"We deciphered a little bit about global positioning from another information storage crystal, which led to the prototype of GPS."
"But these are just the beginning! They are just the most superficial and superficial applications!"
His emotions seemed to be getting a little agitated, an outburst of helplessness after long-term repression.
"Let me give you an analogy, General Secretary Joseph!"
He looked at Joseph with bloodshot eyes.
"Our current technological level is like that of a child in elementary school. We have only just learned addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, and can barely comprehend the most basic text."
"And these 'alien technologies' before us, what are they?"
"They're calculus equations that are only studied in universities or even graduate schools! They're quantum mechanics! They're string theory!"
"The gap here is simply too huge! So huge... so huge that it makes us feel hopeless!"
"We were like a group of primitive people armed with stone tools, breaking into an abandoned modern power station."
"We can sense the immense energy contained within, and we can see the glint of light from those complex machines. If we're lucky, we might be able to pry off a piece of iron from a fallen part and polish it into a knife sharper than a stone spear."
"But we will never be able to understand how this power station actually works! It's even more impossible to replicate it or rebuild it!"
These words from the Eagle Sauce leader came from the heart, filled with endless dejection and powerlessness.
He is no longer the almighty leader of a superpower, but more like a pitiful man who has completely admitted his incompetence and insignificance in the face of an absolutely insurmountable gap.
The entire warehouse fell into dead silence.
Only those unknown creations are still emitting their eternal and mysterious glow in the darkness.
The Eagle Sauce President's metaphor of "elementary school students and calculus", which was full of dejection and powerlessness, echoed in the huge underground warehouse, making the air seem to freeze.
These words sound like a statement of a desperate fact, like a final justification for the incompetence of the Eagle Sauce.
However, Joseph keenly smelled a hint of disharmony in this desperate monologue.
His deep, cold eyes narrowed slightly.
He did not look at those strange and incomprehensible "creatures of God", but instead fixed his eyes on the tired face of the Eagle Commander.
"That's not right."
Joseph's voice calmly broke the silence.
But these two words were like two heavy hammers, hitting the commander-in-chief's heart hard.
"Mr. President, I believe that most of what you just said is true."
Joseph paced slowly, his leather shoes making a crisp and rhythmic sound on the metal floor.
"But your explanation has a fatal flaw."
The eyelids of the Eagle Sauce Commander twitched imperceptibly.
"Since you are as helpless in the face of these 'alien' technologies as a primary school student in the face of calculus,"
Joseph stopped and turned around, his eyes as sharp as a knife.
"Then please explain, where did you get all this 'advanced technology' that's so far ahead of us, the Russians, and even ahead of our time?"
"Your U-2 high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft, your integrated circuits, your Kevlar fibers... although these things seem sufficiently advanced to us, they are clearly still in the realm of 'algebra' and 'geometry', far from the incomprehensible level of 'calculus'."
"They are traceable and can be understood by the wisdom of our time, and even... imitated."
"So," Joseph's voice suddenly rose, filled with an undeniable sense of oppression, "there must be something beyond these 'calculus'."
"There must be some kind of technology closer to ours, or even something designed for humans of our time, that you can take and reverse engineer. Is that right or not?"
This logically rigorous and progressive questioning was like an invisible hammer, completely shattering the last psychological defense of the Eagle Sauce leader.
The tragic image of powerlessness that he had just created disappeared in an instant.
He was stunned, his mouth open, like a rooster with its throat strangled, unable to utter a word.
Cold sweat oozed from his forehead again.
He knew that his biggest secret, his final trump card, was finally forced out by this polar bear who was as cunning as a fox and as ferocious as a wolf.
He was silent for a long time, and his entire body seemed to have been drained of strength and suddenly collapsed.
Finally, he let out a long sigh filled with endless fatigue and humiliation, and admitted it in a voice almost as loud as a mosquito's.
"……Have."