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Zuoji felt as if he had a long, long dream. (?(?(?(?(?(?((?((?(The horror and despair of the annihilation and the ecstasy that he was finally able to accurately calculate the distance from the earth of an unknown planet by the formula he had developed by himself, intertwined with the agitation that crossed the normal heartbeat of man, as if it were still going on until the moment when his life finally ended. At that moment, he felt that he had finally achieved his lifelong dream of perfecting the Left Planetary Formula.

This darkness seems to have lasted for a long time. It's so long that it makes people palpitate. When Zuo Ji finally opened his eyes, he even doubted that he had the ability to wake up. The light peeked through the gaps in his eyelashes, and for a moment his eyes couldn't focus. The buzzing noise in his head interfered with the reception of outside sounds in both ears. It's a blur.

Slowly he was able to see. But what I saw was a distorted blue medium. He tried to move his limbs, which seemed to be non-existent, and his reaction was sluggish, as if it were not his own, but his senses were awakening. In the moment when his vision was restored, his eyes widened in surprise. He recognized that he was naked and drenched in a column of blue liquid, completely enclosed. His body was covered in conduits and wires, a strange material that he had never seen before. The tubes attached to his subcutaneous tissue in a peculiar way, like blood vessels of varying thicknesses. He even found dozens of tiny joints that had sunk directly into his scalp. Left's eyes widened. Through that layer of blue medium, he clearly saw that he was not alone, outside this transparent glass tube, I am afraid that hundreds of columnar transparent tubes contained blue liquid in them. In the liquid, a naked human body was filled with countless connecting wires.

Suddenly, he heard a shrill chirp from something above his head, and then the entire dark space with no end in sight was illuminated by a blinding light. As his hearing from a radio, which seemed to be in the ambiguous area, gradually regained his hearing, he began to know that many creatures were coming in from outside. It is said to be a living thing, because the left trace does not determine whether it is a human or not. Because no human can make such heavy footsteps, with the sound of metallic rollers. Left traces quickly understood what was coming. A massive humanoid machine emerged from the end of the corridor and sprang towards it.

In layman's terms, Zuo Ji is a scientist, a gifted scientist with an IQ of 290, 40 points higher than Einstein. His brain is 5G heavier than that of ordinary humans, and this 5G gap has made him step into the world's top science at the age of less than 20, becoming the youngest and strongest of his generation. But at this moment, he, a human who has surpassed the level of Einstein, has to admit in frustration that he has never seen these high-end technical equipment. Left tried to move his fingers, but unfortunately he was only able to use his little finger. Instructions from the brain cannot be conveyed to the parts of the body.

The sensation of fingertip flow indicates that there is no problem with the afferent nerve, probably because the efferent nerve is wrong. Left trail of the road.

The giant machines finally came to the left. They formed a circle underneath the column on the left. Zuo Ji vaguely understood that it was his own awakening that caused this group of guys to rush here. Eighty percent of them are signals sent by these connections in their own brains. Although in 2020, the connection has not yet developed to the point where it can realize human-computer interaction, but it can also do some tasks such as reminders. So until now, Zuoji has been trapped in a puzzle that has puzzled him - how did he survive?

Zuo Ji swears that nothing has frightened him since he was a child. Even if he was trapped in a blue liquid like he was now. He was only interested in it, but what happened next made him let out an exclamation in his throat. The exclamation was strangely hoarse, not like his original voice, with only a small feeble vibration of the vocal cords, mixed with a mechanical cold sound. But what really shocked him at the moment was that the giant machines opened one by one, and more than a dozen "humans" jumped out of them. But it's a bit reluctant to say that he's human. Zuo has never seen a human with bat-like ears, an average height of 1.9 meters, long nail tips, and a variety of shapes! Three of them had dark red skin, and two of them had large enough fleshy wings growing on their backs. Even more frightening is that they may still be another kind of higher beings with higher intelligence, perhaps higher intelligence. Because the left trace saw that one of them pulled out a transparent information report in mid-air with his fingers. The left trace of the text on it had undoubtedly never been seen before, but he could clearly see the rapidly rising data next to a string of characters. He guessed that it might be the value of his physical state. Because as those data bars grew like crazy, he felt as if his arms could move.

The men had ecstatic and surprised expressions on their faces, and they talked excitedly to each other. Zuo Ji has gradually understood from a trance that this is probably not the earth controlled by the human beings he knows.

The creatures turned from conversation to heated argument, and then, in the exaggerated gestures, they seemed to agree, and out of the group of "people" came a pale-skinned, curly-haired guy who looked more like a person. As he stepped out of the ranks, Zuoji felt a pain in the back of his head as if he had been pricked by a needle. He seemed to feel strangely that one of the auditory centers and hundreds of speech centers in his brain had been subtly altered—rather artificially connected somewhere. Therefore, he was not surprised in the slightest when a strange soft voice appeared in his head.

"Hello, beautiful ancient elves." The man said so. Zuo Ji knew what he must have used to make sure he could understand what the other party was saying. Because to him, that kind of pronunciation is absolutely unfamiliar, but it can make people understand each other clearly. Maybe the Belloga area of his cerebral cortex has been altered. Of course, when he was taking such an academic question, he couldn't help but curse in his heart: So describe a man.

Zuo Ji opened his mouth again, trying to make a communication that he didn't know if it would work to a certain extent. As a researcher, Zuo Ji understands the other party's mood very well. The dark blue liquid poured into his mouth, but it did not affect his breathing or vocalization. That's a surprising point. But the problem was in his throat. Was that strange string of unmechanical syllables really what he was trying to make?

"Please don't try again. We haven't completely restored your vocal cords. It's going to take a while before we're able to replicate that part of your body through the DNA strands in your brain. The man said more kindly. But it still inevitably touched the left trail. He looked up and tapped against the glass wall, pointing his finger at his throat and head, and it was clear that the other party understood so well that he didn't have to worry about it at all. After a brief look of amazement, the head researcher quickly said, "We know you're confused, and we think you know everything. He looked at the others and said, "But that won't be until you're fully tuned." The only thing we can explain now is that your resurgence is the culmination of thousands of years of 'subhuman' type of scientific research. And our biggest achievement in thousands of years. Your brain was miraculously preserved during the catastrophe, and the missing parts are regenerated for you using cutting-edge technology. Just like the rest of your friends—"

Only then was Zuo Ji shocked to find that the human bodies in the jars next to him were actually quite a few familiar faces. That lengthy memory instantly returned to his eyes, as if it was speeding through countless nerves, and the scene continued to be generated...... Debris burned through the atmosphere, and the sky was full of Mars, and a huge flame began to burn at the edge of the earth......

The feeling of suffocation kept coming up, and the overused brain consumed a lot of oxygen. "Note, note, there is a large fluctuation in the data of the test subject......" The alarm on the left trace went off, "Oxygen consumption has increased by 70%, and the short-term energy is insufficient......" The left trace suddenly realized suffocation in a trance, his eyes widened, he pinched his neck with his hands, and opened the lobes of his lungs. His body twitched.

"Enhance oxygen delivery! Expand the oxygen content of the lung lobes! "The people below panicked, and under the order, the procedure was carried out quickly and methodically." Warning, warning, subject falls into a severe coma. The estimated duration of the coma was 312 hours, 8 minutes and 3 seconds...... "If the left trace could still hear this sound, he would have been shocked again, but now he has returned to the same initial state as the test subject, floating in a huge glass tube. Naturally, Zuo Ji didn't know what kind of explosive shock his awakening had brought to this new world.

Slan angrily stepped out of the holographic chamber. A burly man who had been waiting outside the door quickly followed his hurried steps: "What do you say?" Si Lan snorted coldly and stepped on the breath skateboard floating in mid-air. As soon as the thing carried the weight of the two of them, it flashed green and headed towards their destination. "The stupid guys at the institute are going to get that awakened test subject out of the embryo vat!"

"What?!" The burly man exclaimed, "A fragile body like a subhuman simply can't adapt to the structure of the atmosphere!" Hearing this, Silan became even more angry: "They're going to tamper with his physiological respiratory system without permission—modify his genetic chain!" "This is undoubtedly the most unforgivable and tolerable for a Slan who adheres to the rules of the primitive species. The burly man was equally resentful and slammed his fist into the control panel. The breath skateboard chirped and issued a warning: "Damage to public facilities, a fine of 50 Noah ......" The burly man couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

The breath-through skateboard quickly flew away from the metal complex that had been assigned to it.

Slan is also a biological researcher. But unlike the Institute of Biology, he worked for the state in his personal name. He has been involved in this subhuman resurrection program for one hundred and twenty years. This is a long enough time even for them "human beings" who have a lifespan of more than 300 to 500 years. Few researchers are as faithful to an unattainable ideal as he is. The Sub-Humanity Project has been progressing too slowly since it began thousands of years ago. There are three reasons for this: First, the number of sub-human bodies that have been discovered and preserved so far is too scarce, and even if the number of human brains found is much greater than the number of sub-humans that have been restored so far, they are too damaged to be regenerated. Second, the body structure of subhumans is too fragile. In the early stages of their research, they lost hundreds of precious "remains" due to an overestimation of the viability of subhumans, and finally found the "embryonic fluid" that allows these fragile "ancient creatures" to survive in a sleeping state. Third, subhuman brains are so complex that they have spent hundreds of years figuring out how complex they are in the brain.

The study was even more difficult than their own physiology. Even if their brain structure has been restored, how to work is another difficult problem to solve. For example, they only know, but they don't know how it works. And a large part of this "" still relies on luck to regenerate the majority of self-regeneration.

The biggest difficulty in the study is how to restore the original form of subhuman beings through the recognition of memory cells according to the information stored in the brain—all cell compositions, all tissue structures, and physiological phenomena. Subhumans are smaller than regular humans, so their work is like carving a delicate work of art.