Chapter 250 Technology Transfer

"Notification from the head of state!"

"All persons on alert at level one!"

"Those on leave should return to work immediately!"

"Repeat!"

"All persons on alert at level one!"

"Those on leave should return to work immediately!"

The piercing alarm sounded in the magnificent fleet of the Creator Civilization. This huge fleet, which was ambitiously attempting to cross the dark universe to another galaxy, was now shrouded in invisible panic and disaster.

"I am the head of state!"

The head of state, emitting a hazy halo, appeared on every large screen in the fleet, and his image was reflected in the pupils of the members of the Creator Civilization.

"I am now warning all my compatriots!"

The head of state's voice was extremely serious.

As the head of the Creator Civilization, he had a foresight that other members of the Creator Civilization could not match, which guided him to make the right decision at this critical moment.

"The enemy's blue light does not harm physical matter, but it will block our thinking and make us forget things that should not be forgotten, forget how to open the door, forget how to operate the fleet, and forget how to use weapons."

"As time goes by, we will forget more and more things, until finally, we may forget how to survive, die quietly in this cold and dark space, and become a new relic."

The head of state felt cold in his heart.

He now understands why this road to the Andromeda Galaxy is full of relics, because the previous pioneers also encountered this blue light attack halfway and finally died quietly.

"We have not yet discovered the mechanism of blue light, and we don't know how to offset the impact of blue light, but the things we have forgotten are still stored in our memory bank."

The superiority of silicon-based civilization is reflected at this time.

Silicon-based civilization uses physical materials such as hard drives to record the past. Even if the mind is disturbed and some things are forgotten, these things can be picked up again from physical matter.

"Now I order you as the Führer!"

"Stop your vacation and work immediately, read your memory bank on the spot, and repeat the things in the memory bank to fight against this terrible forgetfulness!"

"I declare!"

"From now on, the fleet will stop moving until we find a way to overcome forgetfulness!"

The Führer's order reached every spaceship.

However, not all members of the Creator would obey the Führer's order. They were too tired to do anything, let alone browse the memory bank over and over again.

They sat on the ground silently, letting time flow through them and take away their memories.

Only one-third of the Creator members obeyed the Führer's order. They stopped all their previous actions and froze like statues in the captain's room, deck, corridor, warehouse and many other places, constantly reading the memory bank and fighting against the invisible forgetfulness.

The Führer himself was doing this.

He learned how to operate the fleet again, which proved that his method was effective.

But he still felt uneasy.

He believed that the civilizations ahead of them would also use similar methods to resist forgetfulness. Even if it was not as simple as silicon-based life, it was definitely not helpless.

For example, primitive technology such as brain-computer interface can also reproduce past experiences.

But why did all the pioneers perish?

Are there other dangers next?

Quintasha lost contact with the Creator civilization again.

Quintasha was very worried because the last time she communicated with her compatriots, she learned that her compatriots were attacked by the Andromeda Galaxy.

Now that she lost contact again, she couldn't help thinking in a bad direction.

Maybe the Creator civilization has already...

Quintasha shook her head vigorously and threw this extremely unlucky thought out of her mind.

How is it possible?

My civilization is the overlord of the Milky Way!

Even if the civilization of the Andromeda Galaxy is a little stronger than my civilization, it should not be that strong. It is impossible to destroy her civilization in such a short time.

This time the loss of contact may be because the fleet really flew out of the communication range.

Quintasha was in a bad mood.

Because her compatriots have not shared the technology of sixty times the speed of light with her, she can only use the original old technology to slowly rush to the Andromeda Galaxy.

She didn't think she could master the technology of sixty times the speed of light on the way to the Andromeda Galaxy like her compatriots.

Because her compatriots are a complete civilization.

Her wisdom alone cannot be compared with that of an entire civilization.

"Ms. Quintasha, can you continue?"

The staff of the United Government interrupted Quintasha's thoughts. They were top scientists from the Academy of Sciences. Because they couldn't wait to learn the knowledge of the Creator civilization, they took the initiative to apply for contact with Quintasha.

Quintasha nodded.

She peeled off a scale from her body, and a few sparks burst out when the scale fell off.

This scale was engraved with dense stripes.

These stripes are circuits, which store a large amount of technical information of the Creator civilization, which can only be read by Transformers.

In fact, Quintasha can also create information scales that can be read by humans, but she has a little selfishness. She thinks that instead of letting humans enjoy these technologies alone, it is better to let Transformers get these technologies.

Anyway, the technology leak is a foregone conclusion, and it doesn't matter to her who it is leaked to. Besides, compared with humans, she has a closer relationship with Transformers.

But her little idea was doomed to fail.

Because the United Government developed a machine specifically for reading Quintasha's information based on the Transformers' information reading mechanism, which was not difficult for the United Government with MOSS.

"The technology you mentioned in your first request is all in this scale." Quintasha snorted, and she covered the skin where the scale fell off with her hand, "I hope your verification speed can be faster. I'm tired of being locked in this pigeon cage."

Quintasha's current activity area actually reached thousands of square meters, but it was still too small for her who once traversed the galaxy, and she lived very cramped.

The scientists of the United Government apologized, and they shook their heads and said, "Even if we stop other scientific research and fully verify more than 20,000 technologies, it will conservatively take ten to twenty years."

Quintasha showed a dissatisfied expression, although she had long expected that humans would be slow in verification.

"Until you complete the verification of these technologies, I will not provide you with the other part of the technology." Thinking that she would be imprisoned for another ten years, Kuntasha's mood immediately became bad. She said coldly, "You better act quickly, otherwise I'm afraid I will forget the most important ones."