Reporting to the Motherland: I've Turned In Black Technology!

A question appeared on Bihu. [What would happen if I provided the technology to help my country achieve controlled nuclear fusion?] A flood of highly upvoted answers appeared immediately. [The country would discover a genius in its midst. You'd be guarded around the clock, and you could take your pick of honorary titles.] [The world's top scholars would line up to meet you, and wealthy celebrities would consider it an honor to take a photo with you.] [Your name would go down in textbooks, and children would look up to you as a role model.] [Your life story would become a hit web novel.] [The country would bring your parents to live in comfort, giving them the highest level of care. Your ex-girlfriend, who broke up with you back then, would come crying and beg you to take her back.] [The country would build statues and memorial halls in your honor, and might even name a city after you.] [As you lay on your deathbed, you'd see soldiers, scholars, and influential figures gathered around you, all saluting you.] Your legendary life would be far more than that... "But that's a shame, buddy. This is Bihu. It's all just a fantasy brought on by food poisoning after eating cheap takeout." After reading the answers, Shen Fei finally made the call. "Hello, I'm reporting to the motherland. I want to hand over controlled nuclear fusion!"