We had watched Cane burn the notebook at Navi’s base, so how did we still have it?

Atlas smirked. "I wouldn't actually burn George's life's work, of course. We burned a replica. We just made it look old."

Oh.

"You still have it? That's great." My dad couldn't contain his excitement. "That’s fantastic, but it wouldn't be a loss even if it had been burned. All that data has been deeply ingrained in my mind. Besides, there's a lot of unpleasant stuff in there. We’re better off without it."

"You're mistaken, George." Atlas countered. "I want to develop an antidote against those toxins. It's a promising venture and an urgent global project."

"Do you have any ideas?" George asked immediately.

"I do. Several top research teams across the world are working on this, but there hasn't been a breakthrough yet. Your data and formulas are already in a leading position. If we succeed, it'll be a project that will benefit humanity and rescue those people. You'll be remembered throughout history.