The Whole Empire Raises Me - Chapter 69

“There are 23,519 tombstones here,” Chi Yan said, “I killed everyone.”

Fireflies grow quietly in corners where no one can see. The scarcity of oxygen inhibits the growth of bacteria. Instead, the snow-white bouquets in front of the grave are suspended at the warmest moment of life, just like blooming.

“God-making plan.”

-Decades ago, in that chaotic era, a scientific research project called the “God Creation Project” was once popular.

“Gods” used to exist in reality. This can be seen in the history of many ethnic groups. In the legend, Gods are absolutely powerful, above all things, and able to overcome all disasters.

This is a world abandoned by gods, but the scientists of that era wanted to resurrect gods in the form of bionics.

This is simply a castle in the air blown out with soap bubbles, but there are still many people who fanatically praise it and support it, as if that way can actually hold a dream. Among them, the craziest, and the most notable ‘result’, was the underground laboratory located on Caryl Star at that time.

In that year, a large number of bionics were manufactured in the assembly line based on the design of Carrell Star Laboratory and Huangxing E15 as the base.

Wen Xingze once read in the knowledge card of “Desolation: Awakening of the King”:

“The bionics who are now completely extinct are the tragedy of an era. They have the same appearance, emotions, brain structure, and pain system as humans-the only difference is that their abilities in all aspects are far stronger than humans. Because they are’gods’.”

“During ten years of research, the God Creation Project has had very gratifying results. They even created individuals who are completely close to the’God’ in all aspects and can make a plane transition without the use of any media. It is a pity The thing is that the individual had a great defect in anthropomorphic emotions, and was eventually judged to be a failure to destroy.”

“And also in the past ten years, a total of 23520 bionics have been created, which have been put into use and quickly integrated into society. With their extremely high IQ and work ability, and an emotional system that is indistinguishable from humans, they are Get along well, and soon have friends, lovers and even family of your own…”

Those ten years were even better than utopias anyone could imagine.

Just like the bionics project itself, using dreams as fertilizer, slender poppies are drawn from the poor soil.

It wasn’t until 412 of the Galactic Era, at the same time that the sample closest to God was judged to be a’failed product’, there was a sudden murder of a bionic person. A female bionic person killed her cheating husband after three months of premeditating.

This obviously violates the three principles of robots.

These two things are combined, plus some problems accumulated over the years: such as the outstanding performance of the bionics in various fields, which has caused the unemployment rate of other races to rise, and the privileges that the bionics have obtained due to their special status. People are jealous and jealous.

The combination of all this quickly caused panic in the entire universe-it was originally an extremely chaotic era, without a stable government, and no matter how ridiculous things are said, some people will believe:

“The existence of bionics endangers the interests of all ethnic groups in the universe. They are too powerful and seriously disrupt social order!”

“They have already violated the Three Principles of Robotics. How can they ensure that they will not go too far in the future?”

“The God-making plan itself is wrong! This is blasphemous!!!”

Under the acquiescence of the Universe Alliance at that time, this kind of voice became louder and louder.

In the end, all the laboratories carrying out the god-making project could not withstand the pressure and announced to the outside world their decision to recycle all bionics and properly handle them.

Of course, the so-called “proper disposal” actually means centralized destruction, but it is not ordinary destruction. After all, it is a bionic person. The most cutting-edge technology in the entire universe has invested countless human and material resources. Not to mention, the parts, chips and centers of every bionic person are extremely precious materials.

Their plan to create gods has failed, and the funds they invested cannot be recovered. Of course, they have to plan for the future.

So the scientists decided to secretly recall all the bionics, then disassemble all their parts and chips, sell them or use them for other purposes. Bionic people will not die, their soul consciousness exists in every chip, and they can only endure endless pain in this way, completely deprived of their right to be a person——

After many discussions, this plan was determined to be carried out in secret on December 2, 413 of the Galactic Era.

The Bionic Man No. 4130125 is a failure without a name.

He was created in January 413 of the Galactic Era.

Every bionic person will have his own name, and at the same time imprint his own factory number on his body as a birthday-but 4130125 is not like this. He woke up in the ardent anticipation of the entire laboratory, but after he received his life Within half an hour, he was judged to be a failure.

“The anthropomorphic emotional system is seriously malfunctioning,” the scholar with the most discourse power in the laboratory shook his head and pronounced the death penalty for the bionic person. “All aspects of function are far beyond the standard and have reached the realm of’God’, but the feelings are extremely indifferent. Without normal values-this will be a great hidden danger and must be destroyed as soon as possible.”

——”He is a failure.”

——”The silver eyes… make people feel sick and trembling. When he stared at them, the bone marrow was chilling.”

When he first had individual consciousness, all he heard were these words.

No. 4130125 once thought that ‘failure’ was a name, because everyone called him that, so he called himself the same.

He was sentenced to death at the 30th minute of his life. There was no special feeling about the failed product. He is a failure. It has no value, and the existence of no value should be obliterated. This is a matter of course.

However, he did not die as everyone expected.

The scientist who created him, because he was not reconciled that his only masterpiece was completely destroyed, on the eve of the failed product being obliterated, he wanted to cut his flesh and blood and disassemble the central chip in his brain for further research. .

“Although it is a failed product,” the scientist said, his eyes were weird and enthusiastic, “but the hub and chip are still useful, and the failed product won’t hurt anyway.”

But he is wrong, and the failed product will feel pain.

It hurts.

He once heard other bionics say that scientists and bionics are like relatives. Scientists give them life, scientists are their creators, and bionics are willing to do their best to repay the scientists.

Is that so? The failed bionic man looked at the scientist in front of him, and had a similar mood of confusion.

… When the failed product reacted, the scientist had fallen into a pool of blood, and the alarms of the entire laboratory were sounding sharply.

The failed product had no intention of fleeing, but the little bit of desire to survive, which was engraved in the bionic human gene chip, coupled with this confusion, made him suddenly want to live longer—it didn’t take long, ten months, ten He will die by himself in a month.

December 25th, 413, the galactic era, was the date of death he chose for himself.

With the ability to be completely equivalent to the “God”, he easily escaped from the laboratory, escaped the wanted order, and started wandering aimlessly.

During the short ten months of life, the failed product went to many places. Among them, the planet that stayed the longest was a barren star very far away from Caryl’s Star.

At first, he just went to the garbage recycling station there to search for some supplies, and did not intend to stay long.

But on that barren star, there is a small…’country’.

Unsuspecting, overly naive young kings, a group of killing robots wanted by the entire universe, and dozens of gnomes expelled from their countries of origin. What a weird combination.

That king will die. The failed product thinks so.

Like bionics, killing robots are another tragic product of technology. They cannot live like normal people. Don’t mention what kind of ‘family’ and ‘family’ have been established with humans.

What’s more, there are dwarfs who are regarded as big troubles by the whole universe.

With an inexplicable mentality, the failed product stayed in this barren star for a while. Of course, he hid his whereabouts well, and even the most powerful killing robot was not discovered.

From May to November, for a full six months, Huangxing also passed through midsummer and late autumn, and entered the coldest winter of the year.

The failed product watched everything indifferently:

On July 12, in the midsummer with abundant resources and suitable weather, with the help of the gnomes, the king completed the overall repair of the robots. They will no longer feel pain and cold due to insufficient energy and irregular leakage in the middle of the night.

The killing machines learned housework, cooking… and many useless skills.

On October 24, in the late autumn, the little king saved enough money by piecing together and selling waste products. He took the robots and dwarfs to the bazaar on the neighboring planet to purchase supplies and eat. This group of wanted criminals was quickly recognized by the people around, and fled in embarrassment on a second-hand suspension.

When they returned to the barren star, they saw the mysterious, vast and magnificent arc of the green aurora in the high magnetic latitude area-the failed product personally thinks that it is not so rare and special, and it is not particularly beautiful in the definition of humans, but small The king, the robots, and the gnomes looked extremely happy.

The little king happily embraced his subjects, and then took out the brewed wine to drink.

The temperature fell that night, and the robots and dwarfs did not sleep all night.

On average every half a minute-29.27 seconds to be more precise, a robot or dwarf sneaks past the little king’s window to make sure he has the quilt covered.

November 1, the first snow in winter, is also the country’s light-giving festival. They held a banquet. The little king quietly put gifts under the pillows for everyone. When he came back, his nose was red with cold, but he looked very happy.

He is obviously not wearing enough clothes. The failed product was suddenly a little unhappy.

It was also on this day that the failed product decided to set off to return to Caryl Star, the time he set for his death was getting closer and closer, and it would end wherever it started.

When he left, the Guangci Festival banquet had just begun. At the last glance, he saw the dwarfs handing out the hot thick cream soup to everyone, while the little king looked sideways, listening to the robots awkwardly telling some silly jokes.

The failed product has no discernment on the appearance of human beings, which is related to his lack of anthropomorphic emotion, but at the last glance, he suddenly remembered the appearance of the little king.

——It was a small house on a deserted planet, the window frames were covered with green vines, and the light of the setting sun shone in. The little king’s skin was very fair, his pupils were distinct, the clear brown fainted a little gold, and the mole was pale red. It’s as pretty as a fondant doll in a cupboard, but more vivid than that.

very nice.

Not knowing what the robot said, the little king laughed quickly, like a star. The failed product suddenly didn’t dare to look at it again, turned and hurried away.

Later, he checked the dictionary and felt that his emotions at the time could be defined as envy.

But later, he remembered this incident again, and felt that it was not envy, but to be more precise, it was ‘jealous’.

He was jealous of the little king’s subjects, jealous of all those who could stay by his side.

Go crazy with jealousy.

The bionics who only existed for just ten years were born vigorously and died silently.

Today, only very, very partial history books can record this period of history, and there are only a few lines of cold words.

——On December 2, X901 laboratory tried to recall and execute all bionics. The bionics and their families resisted fiercely and attempted to start a cosmic war. Although the X901 laboratory suffered heavy losses, it still successfully implemented the plan.

——On December 3, at ten o’clock in the morning, the removal of bionics and the recycling of chip parts will officially begin. The bionics will maintain self-awareness throughout the demolition process, so they are opposed by some human rights organizations. But the whole universe passed with a 97% approval rate, and the demolition plan continued.

—— On the same day, the failed experiment that had escaped returned to the laboratory, blocking the recovery process. The failed product killed a total of 23,519 Bionics, leaving no parts and chips, and the entire universe was furious. The X901 laboratory issued a high wanted order, and the failed product fled.

……later.

After getting rid of the chasing soldiers, the failed item supported the last trace of strength for a spatial leap. Not intentionally, but when he was dying, the last place he could remember was that barren country with a less beautiful aurora.

He didn’t plan to live, but just wanted to look at the little king again, thinking that even if he could leave a little bit of a trace in the other’s memory, it seemed not bad.

Later, at the far end of the universe, the garbage recycling station of the deserted planet.

The oxygen is thin here and the moonlight is cold.

When life was about to come to an end, the bionic man heard footsteps. Someone dug him out of the ruins. He was the little king. The bionics immediately confirmed this, even though he couldn’t even open his eyes.

His eyes, or visual system, have been completely destroyed.

At the last second of the remaining consciousness, he heard the voice of the little king, a little nervous, a very nice voice——

“Are you okay? Can you hear me, save you now, don’t worry,” the little king quickly observed his wounds, and after a moment of silence, he bluffed, “It’s just…a fatal wound.”

Failed product: “…”