The National Treasure Is Actually Me

One day, the emergency call center received a phone call:

“If I bring home the latest lithography machine manufacturing manual from Windmill Country, is that a crime?”

The operator thought it was a prank and paid no attention.

But the next day, the Academy of Sciences received a mysterious email containing detailed instructions for manufacturing Windmill Country’s latest lithography machine.

All the academicians were dumbfounded.

Several days later, the call center received another phone call:

“If I accidentally bring home some artifacts from Little Eagle Sauce Country’s museum, will I be treated like an antiquities smuggler?”

The operator thought he was joking, but this time replied:

“If you really bring the artifacts home, you’re my god!”

The next day, Little Eagle Sauce Country announced that its museum had been broken into the previous night and precious artifacts had been stolen.

Half a month later, the call center received another mysterious call:

“Ahem, if I accidentally get my hands on the nuclear weapons manufacturing manual from Not-Beautiful Country, along with two warheads, will I be treated like an arms dealer?”

This time, the operator did not answer right away. Only after receiving approval did he say solemnly:

“Would you like us to dispatch an aircraft carrier to escort you home, my revered god?”