Tom's method of dealing with these Bluetoth prisoners was simple.

He would build a city specifically for them, provide an environment and various supplies for their survival, let them naturally multiply their population, and at the same time vigorously promote education, continuously training professional talents in various disciplines to assist his own technological progress.

Tom believed this was extremely necessary and beneficial.

The reason was nothing more than that no matter how many clones he could control, their thought patterns were consistent, fundamentally speaking, they were all his own thoughts.

This could easily lead to blind spots in thinking, severely hindering technological progress.

However, by introducing another part of a wise civilization with different cultural backgrounds and ways of thinking, this problem could be solved through the collision of different thought patterns.

These Bluetoth were just right for this purpose.

There was one extremely important point in this: ensuring the loyalty of the Bluetoth. Or rather, whether they were loyal or not wasn't that important; what was important was ensuring they didn't have the ability to be disloyal.

As long as you can continuously contribute to my technological progress, whether you hate me or love me in your hearts, whether you are loyal to me or wish you could flay me and pull out my bones, I don't care.

It doesn't matter.

To achieve this, Tom decided that all members of the Blueprint Clan would not be allowed to participate in the primary and secondary industries, only the tertiary industry.

The primary industry is agriculture, and the secondary industry is industry.

Tom would take on all the food, water, industrial products, medicines, and other materials that the Bluetoth needed, producing and supplying them himself.

Furthermore, education and knowledge related to agriculture and industry would only be open to the Bluetoth for parts of cutting-edge research, while knowledge at the specific application level would be strictly sealed off from the Bluetoth, strictly forbidden from learning.

In this way, Bluetoth scientists might be proficient in the knowledge of breeding high-end food crops, but completely ignorant of how to plant them in the soil.

The Bluetoth knew how high-end machine tools should be manufactured, but they completely did not understand the industrial system, power supply network, assembly line production processes, quality control, etc., involved in how to actually produce a screw.

Is working in a factory to tighten screws very tiring? Is controlling robots to harvest wheat at a planting base very troublesome?

These jobs, if you Bluetoth want to do them, I won't let you; just go to school obediently.

Those who succeed in their studies will become scientific researchers, and those who don't will work as waiters or chefs in restaurants, ticket sellers at stations, mascots at amusement parks, or makeup artists at beauty salons.

Thus, the lifeline of the Bluetoth was firmly in his hands, completely losing the possibility of disloyalty to him.

Tom did not pay too much attention to the Bluetoth who had temporarily fled due to the previous chaos.

Tom could accept those who were willing to return. As for those who were unwilling or unable to return, they would starve to death outside after their resources ran out; it was completely irrelevant to Tom.

On the other hand, if they dared to harass him, or tried to seize supplies from him through plunder, or gathered on certain planets to try to produce supplies to sustain themselves, that would be completely unacceptable, and Tom would directly send fleets to destroy them.

From now on, your survival, Bluetoth, can only depend on me. Surviving by your own abilities is the most unforgivable sin. Even thinking about it is a grave sin.

Having finalized the resettlement plan for the Bluetoth, Tom's attention converged on the intelligence extracted from interrogating numerous Bluetoth and from searching various electronic devices.

This made Tom fall into deep thought.

On the issue of the Mechanical Disaster, Tom agreed with the Bluetoth's judgment.

It indeed had a high probability of pursuing them to the solar system.

The Bluetoth's response was also the only one with a chance of survival.

Now, the Bluetoth were very likely to lead this Mechanical Disaster to the solar system, what should he do?

Destroy this Mechanical Disaster, just as he destroyed the Bluetoth Civilization?

Combining the Bluetoth's technological data, Tom conducted a comprehensive evaluation and ultimately concluded that it was unlikely.

The Mechanical Disaster, already a third-level Strong Nuclear Civilization, was simply too technologically advanced and too powerful in combat.

Even if he possessed the ability to connect clone consciousnesses, it was truly unlikely that he could break through technology to that stage in a short time.

The only path left for Tom to choose was one.

Run.

The Bluetoth had chosen to flee, and now he, too, seemed to have no choice but to do the same.

"Do I really have to leave the solar system?"

Looking at the familiar planets in the solar system, looking at the warm and hot sun, Tom's heart was filled with reluctance.

This was his hometown, the place that had nurtured Human Civilization and him.

According to the intelligence obtained from the Bluetoth, there were so many dangers hidden in this vast galaxy.

Not to mention non-orthodox intelligent existences, various disasters, even among orthodox intelligent civilizations, there was almost no possibility of peaceful coexistence.

A little more confusion, a little more fear, crept into Tom's heart.

It was like when he got into university, leaving his hometown to go to that strange big city alone to start his life.

But...

If he continued to stay in the solar system, besides his own danger, he would also bring disaster to the solar system.

The war with the Bluetoth Civilization had already almost completely destroyed Earth's ecosystem. In the future, regardless of whether he could win the war against the Mechanical Disaster, at least the complete destruction of the entire solar system's ecosystem was certain.

Since that's the case, let's go, let's go.

Always staying at home, staying in one's comfort zone, is also not conducive to one's growth.

To truly become strong, even strong enough to ascertain the truth of the disappearance of Human Civilization, truly save civilization, and venture into a larger world, is the only way out.

There are endless dangers there. I might also disappear silently in some corner of the universe, like the Bluetoth Civilization at this moment, but, what doesn't kill me will only make me stronger.

Tom made up his mind; there was no longer any confusion or fear in his heart, only determination and fearlessness.

Since he decided to leave, some things had to be done immediately, and they had to be done quickly.

That is, to fully digest and absorb the Bluetoth Civilization's technology, and elevate his own technology to the mid-to-high stage of a second-level Electroweak Civilization, at least first mastering interstellar navigation capabilities, only then would he have a chance to escape.

But Tom, who now understood the general framework of subsequent technology, faced a problem.

The general framework was clear, but the specific technological details still required a lot of manpower and brainpower to research.

His current population was insufficient again.

If that's the case... then let's first digest and absorb the Bluetoth's biotechnology.

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