Rebirth in America

(This chapter is updated thanks to Lan Louyi’s reward. The reward is so large that I would be embarrassed not to update it.)

Carl rushed out of the editor's office. Only then did he realize how much White valued the manuscript. Generally speaking, if you are not a big writer, the editor does not need to meet with the writer. Even if they meet, they usually agree on a time and place. Sometimes the writer comes to the publishing house to meet, and sometimes the editor in charge goes to the city where the writer lives to meet.

"Quick, quick, quick! I need to find the author of this book quickly." After Karl understood the importance of the matter, he immediately ran. He rampaged through the hallways, nearly knocking other people down.

Now White asked Carl to find Alex, which means that the publisher will publish this book as an important work of the year.

Karl finally seized this opportunity, so he would not miss it easily, at least not indifferently like Andrew.

Along the way, he was thinking about how to talk to Alex and imagining what he would do when he saw him.

The Carpenter brothers were recording in a Chicago record company's studio, which they rented from a local Chicago record company and was used specifically to produce their music records. After all, they live too far away from New York and cannot run around every day unless they move to New York.

"Please wait a moment," Mark, the music producer outside the soundproof glass, suddenly said through the microphone to the Carpenter brothers inside: "Alex, Mr. Carl is looking for you."

Mark is the newly hired producer. After all, Rudy's main responsibility is to be responsible for the operation of the entire company, and he cannot be busy producing music all the time. In the past, Rudy had no money to hire people, but now that the company is starting to make money, of course he will no longer work so hard to do things himself.

"What's the matter? If it's not something important, please don't interrupt our recording work!" Alex hates this kind of thing very much. He is most afraid of interference when using his abilities. He had been using his "retrospective" ability just now to find pieces of music in his memory bank.

"Mr. Carl is the editor of Bantam Books Publishing House. He said he would like to discuss publishing a book with Alex!" Mark had to explain.

An editor at a publishing house? What was he doing with Alex?

Everyone was full of doubts and didn't know what was going on. Even Alex is like this, he completely forgot about the novel he wrote. In fact, it was not Alex who sent the manuscript this time, but Angel.

When Angel was cleaning the room, he discovered the novel written by Alex. She saw the address of the publishing house that Alex had written down, so she sent the manuscript there.

Alex, who was confused, had to pause the recording. He talked about the situation with Richard and others, and then took Carl to another office to talk in detail.

"Hello! I am Carl, the editor of Bantam Books!" Carl stretched out his right hand to Alex and couldn't help but marvel in his heart: "You are so young, but you are already writing books and singing!"

"Hello! Mr. Carl!" Alex reached out and gently held his hand.

"You wrote this "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone," right?" Karl finally asked a stupid question. On the way, he had imagined countless opening remarks, but what he didn't expect was that he was still shocked by Alex's age.

"Yes!" Alex tilted his head and asked, "What, is there a problem?"

At the moment of shaking hands, Alex had already copied the information energy from Carl. He was doing an experiment. I would like to know the purpose of this doll's ability. Through this use of his ability, he discovered that the doll could actually have the ability to read minds.

For example, now, Alex can guess what Karl is thinking, or predict what Karl will say or do. However, this so-called mind-reading skill is not very practical. It must lock on a certain target and simulate it in the mental space.

"Uh, no... I mean, our company publishes your book, can you briefly describe your conditions and the subsequent development of this book?" After Karl finished asking, without waiting for Alex to answer, Immediately I will introduce some situations of Bantam Company.

Alex listened quietly without saying a word. After the other party had nothing more to say, he slowly said: "You may already know my current situation. I probably don't have any extra money at the moment." Time to write a book.”

Karl was a little disappointed after hearing this. He thought he could be promoted to team leader with this opportunity, but Alex said he had no time to continue writing, which basically cut off his hope of promotion.

"But..." Alex paused for a while and then said: "I can only guarantee that one book will be published a year, and it will be impossible to publish more."

"One book is enough, one book is enough!" Karl was overjoyed. In his opinion, an author who publishes one book a year is considered diligent. Little did he know that Alex would be judged by the level of Internet writers in later generations. You know, those Internet writers could write 10,000 to 20,000 words a day.

"So royalties..." Alex finally got to the point.

Karl immediately handed over the prepared contract and said, "It is best to have your parents or lawyer present, otherwise this contract will not be effective even after it is signed."

Alex pretended to read the contract. In fact, he didn't know anything about book publishing in this era. Now he no longer cares about whether the book can be published. He originally wrote this book just to make money. Now that there are better ways to make money, the book has become dispensable.

Through the copied doll, Alex can confirm that there are no traps in this contract, and it can be said that it is quite satisfactory. For a newcomer like him, it's a good contract.

"Okay, I will ask my parents to sign now and authorize you to publish this book "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone."" Alex said to Karl after putting down the contract in his hand.

Karl asked: "Can you tell me your follow-up ideas for this book? It would be best if there is an outline!"

Alex touched his hair and said: "Well, outline? There is no one now."

"Then how many books do you plan to write?" Karl still refused to give up.

"Well, let me think about it, there should be seven books!" Alex said unconfidently. He didn't know if he could write all seven books.

"Yeah! That's great!" Karl was finally relieved. There are seven books in total, which means it will take another seven years to write!

In fact, Alex does not plan to write a book a year like Aunt Rowling. He considers it at the speed of an online writer. The seven books only have more than three million words, and at the speed of an online novel author, they can be completed in more than a year. However, Alex does not have that much free time, so if the speed is halved, it will only take three years.

"By the way, why not just make a copy of yourself in the mental space. Then you can leave the troublesome task of writing to it. It will save trouble."

Thinking of this, he quickly sent Karl away, and then found a quiet place to lie down.

Close your eyes and sink your mind into the spiritual space. Soon we entered the hut again, where it was still the setting sun.

Inside the hut was a Karl doll, and he had no intention of keeping the newly copied doll.

With a wave of his hand, the puppet was reduced to a wooden puppet. This is the method that Alex came up with. He feels that it consumes a lot of energy to disassemble and erase the copied dolls every time.

So he made such an initial puppet model, and when he wanted to copy someone, he would modify it based on this puppet model. This not only saves energy, but also quickly builds a model of the target puppet. After use, just initialize it to restore it to its original state.

It would be exhausting for him if he had to build a puppet model from scratch every time.

This time the model he was building was not someone else's, but his own. In his opinion, as long as this method works, it is equivalent to having a clone of himself.

Under his control, the doll's appearance soon changed. An Alex doll was born. From the appearance alone, this doll was no different from Alex.

"There is still a problem, and that is the duplication of information energy."

Looking at his robot-like self, Alex knew that this was only half the work done. The most important thing is to inject soul energy into this puppet. In other words, input information data, copy information energy, and so on.

"In the past, it was copied by touching the target. Do I have to touch the puppet now?"

But now he is in the mental space, and the things in it are all virtualized by him, not real. He can't return to reality and touch himself.

“How can I replicate my own information energy?”

At first, Alex wanted to reach out and touch the spiritual doll, but when he got closer, he felt something was wrong. At the last moment, he stopped without touching the spirit doll.

"It's better to try the usual copying method first, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net If it doesn't work, try another one."

For safety reasons, he left the mental space first and touched his right hand with his left hand. It seemed that touching it had no use.

"If there is no sense of electricity, does that mean there is no replication?"

Returning to the mental space, I saw that the puppet was still in a daze and had not been activated at all.

"Forget it, let's try it and see! If you die, you will die!"

He reached out his hand and touched the doll's forehead. Something surprising happened!

"Crack!"

A flash of electric light flashed between him and the puppet, and the two of them seemed to have the positive and negative poles touching each other, generating a huge current.

Alex was shaking, completely out of control. A large amount of electric current bloomed with him as the center, illuminating the entire mental space in white.

After a long time, he woke up and found that he had exited the spiritual space and returned to the real world. I just felt like I had a splitting headache, let alone entering the mental space again to see if the puppet inside was activated.

"What the hell is going on! Ouch, it hurts me so much."

He held his head and cried out in pain. Not only did I have a headache, but there was a high-frequency sound in my ears, just like the "squeaking" sound of electricity.

After a week, he returned to normal and entered the spiritual space again. The interior was found completely destroyed, with the whole hut collapsed. As for that doll, it had been burnt black by the electric current long ago and lost the value of being used again.