Chapter 52 What on Earth Has Happened in This World?

 "You're awake?"

 The soft light filters through the white curtains and spills into the room, creating a tranquil atmosphere.

 The instruments beside the hospital bed emit a gentle ticking sound. An infusion rack stands nearby with a drip, and the liquid falls drop by drop.

 Outside the window, one can see the trees in the hospital garden swaying gently in the breeze.

 Song is covered with clean bedding, and the faint smell of disinfectant in the air fills his heart with confusion and bewilderment.

 He turns his head in the direction of the voice and sees a nurse with a good figure smiling sweetly at him.

 The familiar yet unfamiliar face makes Song Han's dormant thoughts become active instantly.

 "Yoshizawa Akiho???"

 "Hai!"

 "Where am I?"

 Song Han struggles to get up, but his body doesn't seem to follow his command. He still lies limply on the hospital bed.

 "The massive flow of information brought about by the collapse of the memory palace exceeded the upper limit of information transmission of the dendrites and axons of the neurons in your brain, causing the connections between the neurons in your brain to break."

 The other person steps forward, lifts the bedding covering Song Han, and bends down to place the stethoscope on his chest.

 At this moment, Song Han realizes that the nurse's uniform the other person is wearing seems particularly revealing.

 Song Han's gaze unconsciously follows the angle of the tilt, and even his head, which he couldn't control before, moves slightly.

 The beautiful scene in front of him makes Song Han's cloudy eyes shine with a brilliance that doesn't belong to his age.

 "Although the differentiated neurons cultured in vitro from your own neural stem cells have repaired the damage through surgery, the broken dendrites and axons still need additional stimulation to activate their self-repair ability and restore their functions."

 As she speaks, her gaze sweeps towards Song Han's lower limbs, and a sweet smile appears on her face.

 "Currently, it seems that the recovery of your neuron axons is faster than expected in the assessment."

 The illness assessment from the other person brings Song Han back to his senses a bit.

 "Where on earth is this place? Can you hear the recovery of the neurons in my brain by putting the stethoscope on my right chest?"

 The other person doesn't answer Song Han's question. She takes off the stethoscope, gives him a sweet smile, and sways out of the room.

 After a short while, another familiar figure pushes a small medical cart and enters the room.

 "Master, it's time for an injection!"

 Naruse Kokomi!!!!

 So, where on earth is this place? Can they keep me here for a few more decades?

 As if hearing Song Han's thoughts, in the following days, the figures that were deeply hidden in the computer study files of his youth in Song Han's memory take turns appearing by his side.

 And Song Han's condition also starts to recover rapidly under the careful care of this group of nurses.

 "Oops~~"

 Sonoda Mio, who is carrying a breakfast tray and walking towards Song Han, suddenly stumbles, making her figure sway.

 Song Han, who is by the window looking at the scenery outside and moving his body, rushes up at a speed that doesn't match his age and holds her in his arms.

 "Miss Mio, are you okay?"

 "Mr. Han, could you please put me down?!"

 A somewhat self-proclaimed gentlemanly smile appears on Song Han's aged face, but he doesn't let go.

 "Is it time for breakfast? Miss Mio, come and have some with me."

 At this moment, the morning sun outside the window just shines onto the windowsill, bringing beams of bright light.

 The other person smiles sweetly;

 "It's time for you to be discharged from the hospital, Mr. Song!"

 ???

 .....

 A huge fleet rushes through the boundless deep space at high speed, generating visible ripples that are quickly left behind.

 Standing in the control room of the flagship, the transparent skylight reflects the twinkling stars. With the assistance of the holographic imaging, everyone seems to be sitting under the starry sky between the boundless heaven and earth, which is profound and vast.

 If it weren't for the snoring of the spaceship pilot beside him who fell asleep while flying, Song Han would even want to recite a poem immediately to express his current mood.

 After struggling for a long time, Song Han unconsciously hunches over and says weakly:

 "I think I still need treatment..."

 What greets him is a physical examination report floating in front of him and the image of his agile figure in the hospital room at that moment.

 "There's no time left! The fleet is going to fly out of the Kuiper Belt asteroid belt today and enter the curvature acceleration mode. No carbon-based life form can withstand such a huge overload at one-third the speed of light.

 Everyone, including us, has to enter the liquid hibernation chamber to resist the impact of the acceleration."

 "That hospital room..."

 "To save time, that was a neuron rehabilitation room specially built for you on the spaceship. Those customized carbon-based century-old classics also have to turn off their consciousness and go into hibernation."

 Wen Hua's brief introduction restores some of Song Han's dormant memories. He looks up at the boundless deep space above his head and the visible ripples of the fluctuations and asks from the bottom of his heart:

 "How long have I been in a coma? The curvature engine has already been developed??

 Are you sure there's really nothing wrong with the spaceship when the pilot is asleep?"

 ...

 "Under the rule of AI, the human world is a world of great harmony.

 There is no oppression or exploitation here. Everyone's life value is fully realized here!

 You can engage in scientific research!

 Compared with the social resource allocation in human society, you can obtain all the resources you can imagine.

 You can engage in artistic development!

 The aesthetics of the new humanity will fully bloom in your hands. There is no prejudice, no discrimination, and none of the inequalities in human society.

 You can, according to your own preferences, your own time, and your own goals, engage in work that can truly reflect the individual's life value, and receive the true value of the value you provide as a reward."

 "Liars! All of you are liars!! You are all lackeys of the AI! Humans will never be slaves!"

 "The Deep Space Team is recruiting members! Led by Dr. Luo Yi, a senior space explorer, they will go to the Alpha Centauri star system in a deep hibernation mode to build a remote research station in the trinary star system. The journey is expected to take 92 years!"

 This is a huge virtual city.

 Thanks to the laying of the backbone network for the real-time transmission of quantum information across space, currently, everyone within the habitable points around the solar system can communicate without any obstacles in terms of information exchange.

 After entering hibernation, Song Han enters the virtual network as soon as possible.

 This is a future that he has never experienced in his memory.

 The real and gentle sunlight, the breeze blowing on his face, and the advertising information filling his eyes, as well as the intense anger and shouts, all come rushing towards him.

 Compared with the photoelectric information brainwave interactive virtual network he used on Mars before, this place is simply a second world!

 Before he knows it, Wen Hua's figure appears beside Song Han.

 She looks at this huge and boundless city with a calm gaze, showing no pride at all as one of the founders of this world.

 "So, during the two years I was doing the experiment in the base, what on earth has happened in this world?"