Chapter 201 - off-Earth (1/2)
The elevator continued to descend.
Every dark red light that flashed across the faces of Oglock and Dr. Shaw meant that the elevator had gone deeper into the ground. It wasn't until the number appeared on the elevator's electronic board on the 49th floor and there was a slight vibration that the elevator stopped.
The alloy door opened, and outside the elevator was a silver world. The walls and passageway were made of pure metal, making the underground research institute shine with a cold light. The research institute was built in a rock stratum close to a thousand meters underground of the Polytechnic Academy. There were 49 layers of alloy armor, which could withstand the simultaneous bombardment of over a hundred nuclear bombs, or the meteor shower on the day of the catastrophe.
This was the idea formed at the very beginning of the Parliament to establish an underground institute that could withstand catastrophic damage, to study and preserve important data and information, and to serve as a cornerstone for the continuation of human civilization. In order to achieve it, Oglock had spent another 30 years, and then another 10 years to perfect it.
Currently, this underground research institute possessed the continent's most advanced research equipment, intelligent star high-powered intellectual brain, a perfect database, and a large number of outstanding researchers. It was not an exaggeration to say that even if the Dark Council was destroyed in an instant, as long as this research institute remained, it would be able to restore its former glory in the future.
And such an important place was named by Oglock as the 'Dark Core'.
The dark core was not only not dark, but also very bright. Almost all day long the source of light from work made the underground world as bright as day, with many researchers coming and going through the metal tunnels. These people had reached a level of fanaticism in their exploration of science. In their eyes, Oglock's identity was less important than a set of functions. Thus, on the passageway, almost everyone was not allowed to pass, yet no one stopped to greet Oglock.
Oglock was already used to this.
After all, in the decades he had known Dr. Shaw, he had fully understood that in the eyes of the scientific maniacs of Dr. Shaw, data was everything. As for his status and identity, it was just a decoration.
After comparing a series of data such as pupil, palm print, etc. The door of Dr. Shaw's office was drawn back to either side, revealing a dark space in front of the doctor and Oglock.
Dr. Shaw strode into the office, followed by Oglock. When the alloy door closed, soft spots of light gradually appeared in the dark space. They appeared around the space, from simple and complex to small and numerous, gradually forming a picture scroll that was like a galaxy in the universe. They are so beautiful, so pleasing to the eyes, and in fact, these are energy circuits. It was necessary to provide the computing power for the comet class of the brain called Omega, and Dr. Shauna's office was actually a private terminal connected to Omega.
There was nothing superfluous in the nearly three hundred square meters of office, except for what looked like an odd device for an astronomical telescope. This is the terminal that connects Omiga. Dr. Shona sat down in the chair in front of the console. When his ten fingers moved across the light keys, the telescope-shaped object continued to shoot tiny lasers of various colors.
These are energy fibers, and by activating them, O'Myssa has gone from standby to operational. A holographic image appeared in the background that was like a galaxy. It was a beautiful woman wearing a long, plain white robe, her entire body wrapped in a layer of soft, silvery light. She was Omiga's anthropomorphic form, and she could help Dr. Shaw do all sorts of basic data calculations.
”Good evening, Dr. Shaw. Is there anything I can do for you? ” In order to distinguish her from the real person, the doctor had developed the idea of not adding ”emotion” to the language of speech at the beginning of his development. So Omiga's voice sounded cold and inorganic.