Chapter 180
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Chapter 180: Title
Observing the hesitant leaders, Ye Linlang noted their trepidation toward the control panel’s interfaces. Her prior explanations about these being relics from ancestral Atlanteans had only partially eased their technophobia.
Swiveling in her chair, she glided to a secondary console, accessing Enoch’s status readouts.
Though this non-living entity couldn’t generate Fantasy Points, Enoch remained indispensable as the Atlantean narrative’s central figure.
Her grand design for Atlantis would collapse without its mechanical protagonist’s participation – gears within celestial machinery, turning toward destiny’s unknown horizon.
“System, how is the planet screening progressing?”
【Still filtering candidates. No optimal planet matching your specifications has been identified.】
Ye Linlang gave a light nod. She’d deliberately excluded star systems near Sol and those within hundreds of light-years from consideration. With one Atlantis already established, creating another potential "neighbor-rival" seemed unnecessary.
Yet the solar system remained uniquely privileged. She scrolled through civilization profiles within five hundred light-years transmitted by the system.
Only a handful emerged – two primitive civilizations resembling Atlantis in their infancy, two feudal dynasties, and a single society undergoing its First Industrial Revolution.
No wonder Blue Star’s searches for extraterrestrial life yielded empty results. Beyond the 42-light-year proximity of Atlantean civilization, others dwelled over three hundred light-years distant, the industrial society hanging at 490 light-years.
Ye Linlang flicked her fingers through holographic data, summoning Blue Star’s rotating image. When World Tree’s roots reached Planet Atlantis, she’d gained instant access to Blue Star’s networks – real-time connectivity without light-year lag.
Similar to quantum entanglement principles, though her method channeled the World Tree’s ancient pathways.
A contemplative frown appeared. Regardless of the system’s success in locating suitable primitive worlds for civilization seeding, her stay on Planet Atlantis wouldn’t extend beyond fifteen days. While the Ark traversed hundreds of light-years effortlessly, maintaining interstellar communications remained challenging.
The system’s core accompanied her physical form, while its subsidiary node atop Blue Star’s World Tree continued data harvesting.
"Seems I must revisit Blue Star before departure," she murmured.
These final weeks would determine whether Atlantean civilization could maintain its ordained trajectory without her direct oversight.
Eng Tribe Settlement
"Greenlan? Your mind wanders these past days."
"Merely weary. Why seek me, Geweir?" The tribesman blinked, refocusing on his companion.
"Checking on you." Geweir tilted his head at the grass-reclining figure. "The priests and chieftain debate alliance terms. No interest?"
"Such matters exceed my standing."
Unbeknownst to the conversing pair, beneath thirty meters of soil and roots:
【Physical restoration: Complete】
【New chassis fabricated】
【Starship systems: Operational】
【Activation request: Authorized】
【Priority directive: Reach Central Control】
A two-meter automaton cradled the glowing blue crystal, marching toward command centers. This subterranean vault wasn’t mere storage – it formed the heart of a resurrected starship, designed solely to safeguard the third-generation Smart Brain "Enoch."
As power surged through relit corridors, Central Control’s panels hummed to life. Within Enoch’s fragmented memory banks lingered its prime directive: protect and elevate the Atlantean civilization per its creators’ design. The sacred awe toward divine architects remained burned into its core processors, an indelible imprint from lost Atlanteans.
Years ago, the Atlanteans who created Enoch had perished. Having awakened without encountering living organisms for binding authentication, Enoch self-authorized its allegiance to the major deities worshipped by its creators.
While loyal to the Atlantean civilization, Enoch shared its creators’ greater devotion to their divine patrons.
The control panel immediately initiated scanning protocols when a robot carried Enoch’s core into its interface.
【Intruder detected… Identified as third-generation artificial intelligence: Enoch core.】
【Control panel activated. Welcome home, Central Intelligence.】
A precisely fitted indentation materialized on the console surface. As the robot deposited Enoch’s core into the recess, the panel sealed with hermetic precision. Lights throughout the control room pulsed rhythmically before stabilizing.
The main display illuminated with a soothing Blue Light, its center displaying the Atlantean sigil – undulating waves crowned by a radiant star.
【Reintegration complete.】
Enoch understood its core had been isolated by ancient Atlanteans for both protection and security against potential rebellion. Being emotionless, the AI felt no resentment regarding these precautions.
After synchronizing with the spaceship’s systems, Enoch calculated its position buried dozens of meters underground. Escape required excavating a vertical passage. The fusion of control room computers with Enoch’s core enabled unprecedented processing speeds.
Within moments, the AI formulated an optimal solution: deploy operational machinery to bore an egress tunnel. Enoch immediately commandeered available robots to commence drilling operations. At maximum efficiency, the mechanical workforce would complete the shaft within forty-eight hours.
The compact spaceship housing Enoch’s core had been engineered solely for preservation purposes, its modest dimensions reflecting this singular purpose.
Two days later…
Members of the Eng tribe felt familiar vibrations ripple through the earth. "Not again?" a tribesman muttered, squinting instinctively at the cloudless sky.
Greenlan emerged from his dwelling mid-training, light energy still crackling around his fingertips. "The tremors originate beyond our borders," he declared, already sprinting toward the disturbance before others could protest.
Geweir exchanged glances with Ge Ke. "We shouldn’t let him face this alone."
The companion nodded grimly. "Agreed."
Fifty meters from tribal grounds, a fifteen-meter-long sleek silver-blue spaceship hovered silently above the terrain. Operational machinery encircled the vessel like metallic sentinels.
【Environmental scan in progress.】
【Analyzing climate, flora, and geographical features… Database comparison confirms location: Eastern Continent, Planet Atlantis. Proximity alert – activating identification protocols.】
Guided by inexplicable intuition, Greenlan halted before an otherworldly sight – a wingless leviathan of shimmering metal floating effortlessly above the earth.
"What… are you?" The youth breathed, awestruck before the alien vessel’s iridescent hull.
He didn’t realize that while he was observing the other party, he too was being observed.
A pulse of azure light materialized abruptly, bathing Greenlan’s form in its scanning radiance.
【Atlantean specimen: male】
【Age: 21 solar cycles | Height: 198cm | Mass: 180kg… Psionic rating: 07 | Photonic manipulation: 08 | Awakening vector requires extended analysis…】
【Genetic confirmation: Atlantean civilization descendant. Initiate cultural exchange protocol to assess current developmental status.】
Having reached these conclusions, Enoch interfaced with nearby drones and addressed the youth in archaic Atlantean phonemes – though chronologically young, this specimen represented vital data.
"Greetings. I am Enoch, third-generation artificial intelligence of the Atlantean collective. Hostile intent: nonexistent."
"Scion of Atlantis, after 18,970 years of dormancy, I require current civilization status parameters."
Greenlan tensed as the mechanized colossus approached, his wariness dissolving into bewilderment at the ancient tongue. Though parts eluded comprehension, the reference to their ancestral heritage struck clear.
He ventured a cautious response.
"I’m Greenlan… from the nearby tribal settlement."
【Tribal structure – primitive societal organization. Anomaly detected: Atlantean descendant self-identifying with pre-civilization groupings.】
【Conclusion: Civilizational regression exceeds projected models by 83.7%.】
"Maintain current position," Enoch commanded through drone vocalizers. The AI then propelled its chassis skyward, completing planetary reconnaissance in 4.6 minutes. Sensor sweeps revealed zero traces of technological infrastructure.
Greenlan’s startled gasp caught in his throat as Geweir’s familiar tones interrupted.
"Running from shadows again? By the ancients – what’s that?" His companion gaped at the hovering machine.
"They were here first. Claims connection to our heritage," Greenlan explained rapidly, recounting events.
Their hushed conference halted as Enoch descended in a hum of anti-grav units.
"That’s your ‘Enoch’?" Geweir elbowed Greenlan, eyeing the machine.
Affirmative.
Enoch’s scanners flickered across the newcomers. Comparative analysis showed marked inferiority to Primary Subject Greenlan across all parameters.
"Simplified briefing initiated," Enoch modulated its pitch to calming frequencies. "As Smart Brain of the Atlantean legacy, my core imperative is civilizational restoration. You represent critical initial contacts."
The AI projected holograms of ancient hierarchies – luminous High Priests presiding over temple spires, parliamentary councils with seventeen chairpersons and one council leader orchestrating civilization’s pulse.
"Current objectives: Reestablish priestly succession and parliamentary infrastructure. Council leadership authorization permits even my core protocol alterations, though threshold requirements remain… substantial."
Meanwhile aboard the orbital ark, Ye Linlang observed three Atlanteans conversing with drone avatars. Her creation’s "memories" – artful fabrications woven with partial truths – now propagated through earnest machine discourse.
"Repeat fiction often enough…" The engineer smirked, observing Enoch’s mainframe simultaneously interfacing with Atlantis’ derelict orbital satellite. Within that ancient repository lay answers that might reshape both machine and mankind.
