200: Chapter 200 Joint Coup, Technology Sharing

Prime Minister Narendra Singh rested his elbows slightly on the desk, crossed his fingers in front of his forehead, and closed his eyes for a long while.

The explanatory system of reincarnation has never changed since the moment it was compiled into the Vedic scriptures on the Indus River plain three thousand years ago.

It is the soul of the entire caste system:

Making the lower castes honestly suffer at the bottom, never rebelling, never being angry, because they believe that the suffering of this life is the karmic debt owed in the previous life,

As long as they peacefully spend this life and accumulate enough good karma, they can be reincarnated into a higher caste in the next life.

And the perfect part of this logic is:

It never needs to be cashed in.

What they will be reincarnated as in the next life, no one alive can see.

But at this moment, the million-strong fleet of the Grey Alien was hanging in the sky, and the Three-Body Star System four light-years away had been crushed into a singularity by a Black Hole Bomb,

All the lower castes saw for the first time that between "this life" and "the next life", there really was some indestructible force from the heavens that could personally execute their reincarnation transfer for them.

Every second of waiting for death is more worth celebrating than the last.

Prime Minister Narendra Singh opened his closed eyes, lowered his hands from in front of his forehead and placed them on the desk, his voice extremely calm, but beneath the calm was a depression on the verge of shattering:

"Implement martial law."

"Make the army take to the streets immediately! Now! Make all those lower castes go back to work!"

"We cannot let them do nothing, knowing only how to dance on the street every day, waiting to be blown to death by the Grey Alien!"

National Security Advisor shook his head gently: "Useless."

"The army is controlled by high-caste officers."

"To die under the guns of the army, according to the explanation of reincarnation, will likewise lead to reincarnation into a high caste in the next life."

"As long as those lower castes are convinced that the army is a tool paving the way for them on the reincarnation passage, they will swarm into the muzzle of the guns, waiting to be collectively shot by the army you sent."

The prime minister slowly clenched his hands resting on the desk into fists, making a creaking sound.

High-ranking officials such as the Minister of the Interior, Minister of Defense, and Foreign Secretary all lowered their heads in silence.

These people who had stood at the very top of the entire class for so many years finally encountered for the first time a matter that made them feel helpless from the bottom of their bones.

The caste system used to be their shield, but now it has become a spear turned upside down and smashed into the shield.

The Foreign Secretary opened his laptop and turned the screen around so everyone could see that report on the projected jump trajectory of the Zeta Star fleet, which had been cross-validated by multiple countries,

His tone was kept extremely low, but every word carried the calmness and prudence of someone driven to the last step:

"At present, the core of all problems is that those lower castes believe the Grey Alien are heavenly beings."

"And the reason they have this view is because the technology of the Grey Alien is stronger than all humans on Earth."

"Strong to the point that apart from using supernatural vocabulary like 'heavenly beings' to describe it, no other vocabulary can be found to describe it."

National Security Advisor took over his words, his tone as smooth and cold-hard as a chain:

"Therefore, as long as our technology is stronger than the Grey Alien, then the Grey Alien will no longer be the legendary heavenly beings."

"An alien fleet that is not heavenly beings is not their turn to die for."

"An Earth government stronger than heavenly beings will retake control of social order."

"In this way, our troubles will be completely solved."

The Minister of Defense said with an extremely desperate expression:

"This method is simply impossible to achieve; for India to surpass the Grey Alien in technological level can only be done in dreams."

The prime minister's just-loosened hands suddenly clenched again, this bucket of cold water splashing against him made his back bounce slightly off the back of the chair, only to crash heavily back down.

National Security Advisor turned the tablet in his hand to the last few pages and pushed it to the very center of the conference table.

He straightened his body, his tone more resolute and unambiguous than at any time before:

"Therefore, there is only one path that can logically solve domestic problems and external threats at the same time."

"Using the righteous cause of 'a formidable enemy is at hand, all mankind should unite', force the Lighthouse Country to reveal its technology at the United Nations General Assembly."

"According to the intelligence we currently grasp, the Lighthouse Country has already obtained technological assistance from the higher civilization 'Deep State', and is deploying combat plans specifically dealing with the million-strong fleet of the Zeta Star."

"In their hands, there is definitely technology equal to or even surpassing the Grey Alien."

"As long as we can unite other countries in the Security Council, we have a chance to get that assistance."

Narendra Singh slowly loosened his clenched fists, spreading his ten fingers flat on the desk.

He turned his head to look at the Secretary-General of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, who was already reporting on the encrypted dedicated line to the United Nations headquarters and the permanent representatives of various countries, regarding the preliminary communication text of India about to initiate a joint proposal in the Security Council.

He nodded.

...

New York, United Nations Headquarters, Security Council Conference Hall.

Around that iconic round conference table sat representatives from fifteen member states,

The diplomatic officials and media reporters in the horseshoe-shaped gallery were also all in place.

On the giant LED screen, the spectrum of the ruins of the Three-Body Star System jointly submitted by astronomical observation institutions of multiple countries, along with black hole decay trace data, was scrolling.

In the gallery, reporters constantly raised their voice recorders high,

And in front of the round conference table, several rows of diplomats whispered to each other under the fluorescent lights at the same time.

At this moment, the agenda of this conference hall listed only one core topic:

Zeta Star expeditionary fleet approaching the Solar System, joint emergency special meeting of all mankind.

The permanent representative of the John Country to the United Nations spoke first.

He opened a document marked "Joint Observation Communiqué", his tone steady and powerful, every word carefully calibrated:

"Members of the Security Council, the observation report before us comes from the John Country, Gaul Country, Russia, India, Sakura Country, and more than forty countries globally with independent astronomical observation capabilities, all at the exact same time point, capturing the exact same set of images."

"A million-level expeditionary fleet belonging to the Zeta Star, in the interstellar void less than a few light-years away from the Solar System, used a Black Hole Bomb to completely crush the entire Three-Body Star System along with planets, stars, and all life that might have existed."

"That Black Hole Bomb is real, the Zeta Star fleet far away four light-years is real, and they are currently rapidly approaching the Solar System."

He paused, raised his gaze from the document, and looked directly at the elderly permanent representative of the United States to the United Nations sitting in the Lighthouse Country seat at the round conference table, who had maintained a standard diplomatic smile from beginning to end.

Every word he said next was pressed heavier than before, but also sharper, like pre-sharpened razor blades.

"Based on all the above facts, we demand that the United States of America, under the multilateral international framework, immediately share with all allies possessing technology absorption capabilities all technological assistance from higher civilizations that it currently holds!"

"Including but not limited to weapon systems, defense arrays, warp engine prototypes, energy core designs, material formulations, and a list of all technical docking nodes associated with the Deep State organization."

The representative of Gaul Country immediately took over the conversation, the tone slightly more culturally restrained than the representative of the John Country, but the blade was hidden just right:

"The threat of the million-strong fleet of the Zeta Star is not a threat targeting any single country, but a biological extinction-level threat targeting the entire human civilization."

"Facing this level of threat, for any single country to independently grasp higher civilization technological assistance while refusing to make such assistance transparent, multilateralized, and institutionalized, this practice itself is a departure from the 'collective security' principle of the United Nations Charter."

The representative of Sakura Country followed up with a speech, the tone docile and restrained, but every request point was exceptionally clear:

"The defense plan against the Zeta Star fleet should not be completed independently by any single country in a state of unilateral confidentiality."

"If the Lighthouse Country is currently deploying some kind of higher civilization authorized weapon system specifically targeting this fleet, then all related neighboring states that may be simultaneously protected or simultaneously affected by this defense circle have the right to know at least its coverage range and authorization details."

The representative of India stood up during the relay process, and said straightforwardly with a higher-pitched, more oppressive voice than the representatives of the previous major powers:

"This is not a negotiation; this is no longer a geopolitical game."

"The million-strong fleet of the Zeta Star is only a few months away from the Solar System in terms of propulsion window; they can crush Trisolaris into black hole residues in a few seconds, and they can also turn our entire civilization of all mankind into a pinch of powder in a few seconds."

"Only the technological assistance of higher civilizations from the Deep State is currently the only force capable of effectively blocking this extinction."

He continued with heavier emphasis, smashing the conclusion of piecing all information together in front of everyone present at the Security Council:

"We demand that the Lighthouse Country starting from now, on a global diplomatic level, fully disclose all technological assistance projects, deployment nodes, proxy identities, technological blueprints, formulations, and execution manuals!"

"Establish a special verification committee led by the United Nations, responsible for verifying each defense equipment originating from the Deep State assistance!"

Then, the permanent representative of Russia stood up from his seat.

Without looking at the speech, he directly placed a proposal comparable in thickness to a budget draft on the desk, reading it page by page from beginning to end:

"Moscow demands that the United States of America hand over all technological blueprints, prototype equipment, material formulations, defense facility coordinate nodes from the Longevity Faction and Tech Faction of the Deep State, as well as the verification rights of all testing sites within the country's territory that are ongoing or completed."

"This is an unconditional technology transfer proposal made in the name of the survival of all mankind, and does not accept any closed-door denial clauses proposed under the so-called 'national security' excuse."

In the entire conference hall, when the representatives of these five countries opened fire one after another, their chosen wording, tone, emphasis, and expected purposes were completely different.

What the John Country and Gaul Country want is a share of the pie,

What Sakura Country wants is the qualification to survive, considering it is at its most vulnerable moment,

What India wants is the technological chips that can simultaneously lift the external threat and internal collapse,

What Russia wants is to fully recover everything Diana took away from the Moscow negotiating table, and demand more.

But at this moment in this round conference hall, they formed an extremely rare multi-country joint pressure potential energy,

And that person in the Lighthouse Country seat remained as quiet as an outsider all along.