"All right, then. I need to find a way to reach the higher floors of the High Tower and gain higher access privileges."
"Help me translate these booklets first. Just translating them shouldn't take too much effort."
Zhang Ming rummaged through the cabinets and drawers, digging out a large pile of colorful papers.
So much time had passed that fewer than one in ten documents still had legible writing, and most of what remained was useless information.
Most were personal files, official administrative news, and data tables recording things like construction progress.
Stone Mama gave him a rough translation in an aged voice that rose and fell with dramatic emphasis.
"Study deeply and comprehend thoroughly to improve your abilities; take responsibility and act to achieve practical results-students undertake an in-depth study of the Sage's sayings to strengthen ideological development."
"Strive to build a leading center for advanced exemplary development!"
"Thoroughly grasp the Space-Time Worm's latest movements and devote yourselves wholeheartedly to building the Pillar of Heaven!"
"The current list of last wish shortages is provided in the table below..."
Old Zhang was thoroughly stunned.
"To think I'd see this stuff here." Zhang Ming, who listened to the radio every day, almost heard Li Xianfeng's familiar voice.
He rather suspected Stone Mama was deliberately making up the translations.
But he had no evidence...
As for the contents of these articles, Zhang Ming got the general gist, yet still felt they were utterly baffling.
So many words, and reading them was no different from reading nothing at all?
There were even dedicated researchers who sorted last wishes into categories-16,000 in total-as though they were machine components.
Certain specialized psychologists guided their compatriots into turning their last wishes into corresponding strange objects after death.
Most of the data in the tables concerned this