On the other side of the dimensional rift, the citizens of New York City raised their heads curiously and looked at the deep, dark vortex above their heads, the universe that was countless light years away.
To normal citizens, this was nothing more than a slightly fantastical mirage, a type of astronomical wonder. But to those who knew the truth, this was a real threat, and Nick's feelings were extremely complicated.
It was as if he was relieved from a heavy burden, but there was also an indescribable bitterness.
The other side of the dimensional rift was not the invading army of aliens. This was a good news that made him feel relieved. However, the political direction of the human society on the other side might not be a positive thing for this country.
He instinctively wanted to hide everything, just like what S.H.I.E.L.D. did in the past, secretly contacting the opposite side. As for the ordinary people, they should live their lives however they should. It would be best if nothing went wrong.
However, this time he knew that it was impossible.
An iceberg was coming head-on, it was not something that could be ignored by blindfolding one's eyes.
However, these were the troubles of the future. The most important thing now was to let the ruler of this country accept this matter. "A bunch of idiots!" Nick spat on the ground and said fiercely.
Many people in this country would think that they would be ruled by a group of elites with super high IQ, drop-like temperament, serious attitude, and ability to do things. Just like what the government promoted to them, the elite politics took care of fairness and efficiency. The rulers could have the power because they were more outstanding.
However, Nick would not believe these things. No one knew this group of idiots better than him. They might be a little more outstanding than the ordinary people, but it was all because the investment and education they received was more than ten times more than the ordinary people in terms of talent, attitude, and wisdom. They were a group of ordinary people with a broader vision, more decent etiquette, and more experience. However, most of them had no chance of becoming an elite.
Compared to S.H.I.E.L.D. which was a gathering of real elites, they were greedy and stupid. Cowardly and disgusting.
The Department of National Defense had real outstanding talents, West Point Military Academy had real outstanding talents, Wharton Business School had real outstanding talents, Ivy League produced batch after batch of elites, and S.H.I.E.L.D. gathered all the elites. However, Nick had to admit that the ones leading and ruling them were a group of real idiots.
The ruler of this country needed those elites to help them run their business, but they did not need anyone to covet their position.
So they had their own rules of the game: confidence. They were calm, bold, and ruthless. Since they were young, they knew that their battlefield was a drunken banquet, a place of mutual deception and deceit. Therefore, they adapted to the rules of the game they set up like fish in water.
One was decent, generous, and knowledgeable. The offspring who understood the rules of polite society were excellent heirs.
But Nick knew. Confidence could be arrogance, calmness could become stupidity, boldness could sometimes be arrogance, and the other side of ruthlessness could be viciousness. In the rules of the game, they were outstanding. Excellent, but this world was not really a game world for them, and not everyone liked to play under other people's rules.
For example, Nick knew a certain bastard who liked to play by his own rules.
"Ladies. Gentlemen, we are facing an unprecedented challenge in the history of mankind. It can be said that from this moment on, every moment is history. What we are about to face is an unprecedented situation. All past experiences are useless. What we need to do is truly groundbreaking, decisive, and incomparably forward-looking work. "
Nick suppressed his anger and tried to persuade these idiots.
"So I ask you to make a decision that is truly decisive."
"General, that is exactly what we are doing!" A committee member interrupted him impatiently and said, "What we are doing here is the decision that affects the world. Do you know how much economic loss the United States will suffer if Wall Street is not appeased? If we don't communicate with the bankers, how can we get support for our policies? "
"Diplomacy, oil, the situation in the Middle East, counter-terrorism, and stability maintenance. Our agenda is very heavy, so please don't disrupt the process of the meeting, okay? Please proceed … "
"I don't know if the world is decided by you, but I know that the behavior of the enemy will not be decided by you!"
Nick angrily interrupted him.
"Open your eyes and see!" Nick pointed out the window.
"You think this is a threat? No, it is a revolution. It is a revolution where all the concepts and meanings that you are familiar with, everything that exists in your mind, have been turned upside down. "
"Outside this planet, a world millions of light years away has appeared in front of us, but you are still talking about the trivial matters of this planet."
"Perhaps you think that it is a powerful force, but when the gears of fate began to turn, those things were already old, rotten, and lost their vitality. Finance, world trade, they were once important, but today, when the spacetime door and the Outerverse descended, they are no longer the mainstream of this world!"
"How is the scientific research of the United States National Aeronautics and Space Administration?" Nick stood on the podium and asked the committee members below.
"Progress is smooth. We will soon begin the ninth Mars exploration mission." Without the need for the committee members to speak, an elite from the Ivy League reported the data.
"What about the industrial strength of the Houston Aerospace Industrial Base and the Oak Forest National Laboratory?" Nick continued to ask with his single eye flashing with a cold light.
"This is a complex set of data. Science and industry interact with each other. Materials, processes, experimental technology, reserve generation, it is very complicated …" The Ivy League graduate answered with competence. "We need time to gather the data."
Nick nodded and looked at the silent committee members below the podium. He sneered and said, "No need. Just tell me how many parts of the spaceship we can produce!"
"This …"
"You can give me a rough idea. It can be a guess." Nick did not intend to make things difficult for him.
The Ivy League graduates communicated with their alumni for a period of time before answering with more certainty, "We can take out the experimental model, but that is a prototype that cannot be replicated. It is a relic from an extraterrestrial civilization, and the true technological and industrial strength of Earth is still completely foreign to the environment of the universe …"
Nick interrupted him. "What can they produce?"
"Oh! We don't know! " The spokesperson shrugged. "We do not have the technical reserves. Spaceships from outside the galaxy do not even exist for us."
"In other words, we can't even produce a screw on their spaceship … right?"
"… Yes!" The committee members below the podium were already in an uproar.
"How many spaceships can we produce with Earth's resources?"
"Resources exist in a broad sense. With the resources we can use now, all the industrial countries in the world can't produce a qualified spaceship even if they join forces. Even those in the solar system can't do it."
The uproar below the podium was even greater.
"What about the foundation of the entire world? Our productivity, industry, creativity, and labor value, how different are they compared to the extraterrestrial civilization that we are currently in contact with? "Nick pursued fiercely and asked relentlessly.
This time, the Ivy League members discussed for a longer time.
They began to argue until their faces were red. As time passed, they began to make phone calls, quarreling, insulting, fainting, and torturing each other until it became a pot of porridge. Then, they slowly came to a consensus and the quarrel calmed down. Finally, they gave an answer.
Nine hours had already passed.
An old Ivy with a head full of messy white hair and goosebumps all over his body was elected to make their final judgment. "The production capacity of the entire human society, including the experimental capacity and the industrial potential within two months, the entire human race combined cannot compare to the production capacity of a spaceship. Even if they used hammers to create spaceships, the industrial capacity of their hammers is still greater than the sum of our industries …"
There was dead silence in the meeting room.
Nick glanced around and looked at the ugly 'elites'. He sneered. "Now do you all understand what we are facing?"
He casually flipped open the notes of the key topics discussed in the previous meeting. Looking at the dazzling data, the symbols representing currencies, and the complicated financial analysis, he shook his head and sneered.
"Wall Street … Chi!"
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