Colin voiced his understanding, “I realize that repairing a spaceship must be an incredibly challenging task, but twenty years does seem excessively long, doesn't it?”
With a grave demeanor, Marcus replied, “General Dunne, when I mentioned twenty years, I was merely estimating the time required for repairs to be completed. This doesn't account for the additional time needed for simulated test flights and other experimental phases. To be candid, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to repair the spaceship and send it into space within my lifetime.”
What?
Even Nathan couldn't help but furrow his brow at this point.
Marcus, currently in his fifties and in good health, could easily live into his eighties or beyond.
Does this mean that, even with thirty years, there's no assurance that the spaceship would be space-ready?
Nathan responded promptly, “That's too lengthy. We may not have that much time on Earth, and the Gods might not allow us that much time either. Mr. Cafaro, is there any way to expedite the process?”
Nevertheless, Marcus wore a wry smile as he replied, “Mr. Cross, it's not that I lack the desire to expedite the process, nor is it the repair team unwilling to do so. Our team comprises ten thousand experts from various countries, each expert with ten assistants, and beneath them, a hundred mechatronics engineers. Including logistics, over a million individuals are diligently working to repair the spaceship.”
Nathan was well aware of all this. The three leading nations—Eurasia, Ariarica, and Remdik—were expending vast sums of money to hasten their spaceship repairs.
Marcus elaborated further, “However, a spaceship is an incredibly advanced piece of technology. While it may already be outdated technology for the Gods, it is cutting-edge for our Earth civilization. There are numerous operational principles within it. A single small detail can occupy our experts for an extended period, requiring intensive study day and night just to comprehend its functionality. To thoroughly investigate and repair it is a monumental undertaking. Achieving this will take time, it cannot be rushed.”
Every word Marcus spoke was reasonable, but Nathan refused to accept that there was no solution.
As a man with a military background, he firmly believed that where there was a problem, there existed a multitude of solutions.
Earth Alliance Prison?
Initially perplexed, Colin and the others wondered, “Why are we going to a prison filled with Gods?”
Suddenly, a realization dawned on Colin, and he grasped Nathan's intentions.
Excitedly, he exclaimed, “I understand! Mr. Cross, when you mentioned locating a group of experts knowledgeable about spaceships, you were referring to the imprisoned Gods, weren't you? But will these captives agree to work for us humans?”
Nathan replied with determination, “Among humans, vampires, and even Gods, there can be traitors. I believe there will be some among them willing to serve us. And I won't give them a choice not to serve us!”
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