In a certain dark room, cold nutrient solution leaked from the gaps of a life-support pod's transparent hatch, carrying a peculiar scent of ionized ozone mixed with disinfectant.
The young man sat up abruptly, coughing violently several times, as if trying to completely dispel the residual virtual pain brought by that intense explosion from his lungs.
"Tsk, the sensory feedback of self-destruction is... absolutely terrible."
He rubbed his throbbing temples and complained in a low voice.
Once his consciousness was fully clear, the lingering discomfort on his face was quickly replaced by a sense of extreme excitement and greed.
"That old fool Dr. 062..."
The young man sneered, his fingertips unconsciously tapping on the edge of the life-support pod.
"To actually mark C-137 and C-136 as 'uncontrollable failures'? Truly blind!"
The final images transmitted back via synchronous consciousness replayed in his mind—
That black symbiotic substance was actually able to forcibly invade his mechanical prosthetic body, briefly seize control, and even... change his body's structure!
"Biological characteristics... yet capable of interfering with or even mastering mechanical consciousness... and that near-perfect biological plasticity..."
Dr. 077's breathing quickened slightly, a fanatical light shining in his eyes as if he had discovered a new continent.
"How is this a failure? This is simply... the perfect direction for evolution! A living, walking treasure trove of biotechnology!"
What was originally meant to be a routine observation task for the 'Resurrection' phenomenon had unexpectedly hooked such an unimaginably 'big fish'.
Just then, the room's sealed door slid open with a hiss; just then, the room's sealed door slid open with a hiss.
A sliver of cold white light suddenly cut in, briefly dispelling the darkness in the room.
By the flash of light, one could clearly see—hundreds of identical life-support pods were densely and neatly arranged in the room.
Like some cold metal graveyard, they stretched silently to the end of one's vision, filled with a suffocating sense of order and inhumanity.
The light outlined a figure standing straight at the doorway.
"Dr. 077, you have awakened. Number 32 is at your service at any time."
The uniformed Number 32's voice was steady and emotionless, but in the eyes looking at 077, there burned an absolute loyalty, like a fanatic looking up at a deity.
Dr. 077 didn't even look up, directly ordering:
"Go to the warehouse and retrieve S01 Unit One to Modification Room Three. Immediately."
"Yes! As you command!"
The young man codenamed Number 32 turned around without hesitation.
But he had only taken one step when he stopped abruptly, a very slight, human-like uncertainty appearing on his face.
"What is it?"
A hint of imperceptible impatience entered Dr. 077's voice.
"Doctor," Number 32 turned around, his tone carrying a sense of seeking instructions, "S01 Unit One is..."
Dr. 077's movements froze instantly.
He slowly raised his head, looking at Number 32's face which was filled with 'absolute obedience' but clearly lacked certain 'common sense,' and took a deep, extremely helpless breath, as if bearing a mental exhaustion beyond his years.
Gritting his teeth and with reluctance, he repeated almost word by word:
"Go and bring the 'Terminator T800' model to Modification Room Three. Is it clear this time?"
A look of sudden realization immediately appeared on Number 32's face, as if some blocked circuit had instantly cleared:
"Yes! Understood!"
"Everything for the evolution of all mankind!"
He saluted smartly and turned; the sealed door quickly closed behind him, returning the room to a darkness suitable for thinking.
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