Chapter 955 [Natural Selection, Who is the Clone!] (Ask for a commuter pass)

"You're well prepared, it looks like you've got a lot of stuff in your body, I should call you a robot now, or a bloody slaughterer."

Alice walked forward seemingly unintentionally as she spoke, aiming at the objects around Dr. Isaac, the role of breaking ice picks, wine, and pens, and quickly thinking about how to move in her mind to kill him as quickly as possible.

It's a pity that Dr. Isaac has a battle prediction system!

Everything that Alice focused on was taken in by Dr. Isaac, and based on the information gathered, countless simulations and predictions were made in his mind.

Alice has a 67% chance to take an ice pick and stab her neck from the right side.

There is a 20% chance of splashing red wine into the eyes, and then taking advantage of the blink of an eye, take the pen and open the cap of the pen to quickly approach the blind eye, and finally insert the pen into the heart.

13% chance to hit the head with a wine bottle, followed by a splintered bottle in the throat.

With all this data collected from Alice's gaze, the battle prediction chip implanted in Dr. Isaac's brain began to run at a high speed.

Through hundreds of combat simulations per second, calculate every possible fighting process, so as to predict and calculate the most perfect solution accordingly.

In the end, the predicted battle result is obtained, and the probability of destroying the target is 100%!

With so much data being calculated at the same time, you have to memorize hundreds of predictions about the course of the battle, and even if a normal human brain can calculate it, the body will not be able to react.

However, the battle prediction system links to the cranial nerves, and the system can automatically identify which kind of battle is predicted without Dr. Isaac having to think about it.

In the shortest possible time, the control brain sends commands to the body, and finally completes the whole set of counterattack actions.

Strictly speaking, Dr. Isaac has turned into a "cyborg" after entering the battle, and all movements are handled by the combat prediction chip.

"Don't waste your efforts, you won't get any pens, crushed ice picks, wine bottles." Dr. Isaac took a sip of red wine, and the smile on his face grew stronger.

And Alice, whose mind was all guessed, paused as she moved forward, and her pupils were full of horror.

This feeling that you are completely seen through, and your every move is guessed in advance, no matter who you are, will be creepy.

"Back to the previous question."

Dr. Isaac held his glass and said with a smug smile on his face, "My answer is, yes, except for a few technical upgrades to my body, I am Dr. Alexander Roland Isaac...... Noumenon! ”

"Hehe, I've met several, and each of them says he's the essence." Alice saw that Xing Feng's eyes had been closed, guessing that he must be thinking of a way, so she simply relaxed and helped Xing Feng delay time as much as possible.

Dr. Isaac walked up to Alice, completely unaware that Alice would attack him, explaining, "Of course, that's what the memory implant program is set up to do.

As long as they think they are the original, they will fight to the death, after all, no one wants to know that they are just clones, poor replicas, useless replicas.

Just like you, I always feel that I am the essence, which is why I work so hard. ”

"No, it must not be true." When Alice heard that she was just a clone, it was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and she exploded with no head.

"Hahaha......"

Dr. Isaac suddenly laughed nervously, pointed at Alice and said with a smile, "It's so cute to see you think you are the essence and still quibble there, so cute that I can't help but laugh." ”

At this time, an old woman in a wheelchair slowly pushed the wheelchair from the direction of the gate.

"Even though you're a special clone, the only one with a flawless body, you're still not the real thing."

Speaking of this, Dr. Isaac raised his chin behind Alice, walked straight over and said, "Your ontological honor, I'm afraid only this one can hold it."

A dying 20-year-old man, the daughter of my old partner Marcus, co-owner of Umbrella Inc., and a thorn in my side, a stumbling block that I would very much like to get rid of.

I always thought you were going to die of old age, but you persevered, which really surprised me, and I have to say, your life is so tenacious. ”

As he spoke, Dr. Isaac had already arrived in front of Alyssa's wheelchair, raised his wine glass, and smiled in celebration, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Alyssa Marcus." ”

Ridiculed and ridiculed by Dr. Isaac, there was no expression fluctuation on Alyssa's folded, age-spotted old face.

Looking over to Dr. Isaac, he said to the rear, "Alice, he revised the slaughter order, and now there is only 1 hour left, you must kill him immediately." ”

At this time, Alice seemed to be unable to accept the reality that she was a clone, and looked at the old woman in front of her with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and her expression became extremely trance-like.

It seems to have entered into some kind of conjecture, and did not reply to Alyssa's words.

And Dr. Isaac, who had the initiative, saw that Alice became confused, and explained with great interest: "She has been suffering from senile diseases since birth, and there is no cure.

In order to save her, her father Marcus developed a drug that can speed up metabolism and restore the body to life - the T virus, but unfortunately...... And the virus is very effective against zombies, but the effect on her is very sad.

I've been waiting for her to die of old age and get her shares back, but she just wants to live, and you're just a copy of her, an Alyssa who hasn't aged early. ”

Hearing this full process, Alice's emotions began to become a little broken, and her eyes were fixed on Dr. Isaac, and she asked, "No, it can't be, I'm not...... You tell me, I'm not a clone, am I? ”

Dr. Isaac raised an eyebrow, returned to Alice, and said with a smile, "Have you been wondering why you don't have childhood memories before you were ten years old, and you can't remember your father and your mother? ”

"I just lost my memory." Alice argued with difficulty.

"No, you don't have a memory, it's because you didn't experience it all over again, and your template is just ten-year-old Elisa."

Isaac pointed to the old woman Alyssa, and continued: "And this old woman, your body, did not hand over the memories of childhood, so ......

When I created you, your memories from ten years ago were all blank, and you were just a marionette who thought you were a real person, and ran outside to hang out for a while.

And in my opinion, you're just a clone who is a little smarter, with a little change in your body, and a little accident in the middle, that made me lose control, a copy that gives me a lot of headaches. ”

"No, this must not be true, you are deliberately lying to me." Things are getting closer and closer to the truth, and Alice actually has almost an answer, but she can't accept it in her heart, and she is making a final struggle.

It can be seen that Alice's mood swings are very violent, and her expression is unusually painful.

"There's no specific distinction between clones and ontologies in the strict sense of the word, is there?"

Having come up with the restraint battle prediction software, the punishment wind that was not affected by it, smiled and walked up, and put Alice and I in his broad arms.

comforted: "Little wife, you don't have to care too much, whether you are a clone or not, you just need to remember that you are my wife of torture, a perfect female god of war, and the so-called ontological ...... in front of you"

Speaking of this, Xing Feng looked directly at the old woman in front of him, pouted and said, "Survival of the fittest is the law of nature, I'm sorry, Alyssa Marcus, you have already been completely eliminated."

And Alice has replaced you, and even surpassed you, so ...... In my opinion, Alice is the essence, and you are just a lonely old man who is about to grow old. ”