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Snow Generations are reactionary and speak to each other, and violence is the norm.

She looked at me with a frown, like a heartbroken sister watching her brother go to the end of her life.

I paused when I heard this, then reaffirmed my belief in my heart, and after receiving a fixed answer, I turned around and strode towards the operating room.

"Wood wanted to become stronger, so he wanted to change his body, but no matter how crazy he was, he didn't think about switching his brain to a machine. What are you doing that for? Putting something in your head that doesn't belong to you is a ticking time bomb that could kill you at any moment. ”

I stopped, "Nobody." I just don't want to live up to my life. ”

“......”

Yukiyo didn't stop any longer, and I heard her sigh as she tasted it.

I'm lying, what I don't live up to in this life, for me how I live in this life, whether I will get ahead or not, etc., no longer matters. So many comrades-in-arms died beside me, but I was the only one who was favored by God and was always on the verge of life and death, but I survived. Some people may say that I am lucky and should cherish this hard-won survival life.

But what I actually felt was guilt.

Why am I the only one alive? Good luck, so what is luck? If you understand luck from the perspective of physics, shouldn't those who are in the same space and at the same time as me have the same luck as me? Why doesn't it matter what kind of ability they have, whether they are good or bad, and what their personality is, it is always me who will leave alive in the end.

Maybe the problem is not their luck, but my presence.

I am a calamity, and disasters happen everywhere I go, and it is the bad luck that I bring to them, and I suck away their luck. Although reason keeps telling me that this idea is nonsense, there are no disasters and no lucky stars in the world, it is purely a matter of probability. But I'm relieved that I'm the only one who survives.

Over time, I wanted to make amends to those who died because of me.

How can I compensate them? Only to keep alive, to continue to exist in the war that is related to the life and death of the solar system. Because only I know their last moments, only I will remember so many people.

I myself am proof of their existence.

In a sense, I have the same purpose as Wood, who seeks to be strong and able to protect Yushiro from harm. I seek to be strong enough to survive.

No one else will feel like me. As Karin said, my life is not mine, and only by surviving can I prove that the death of those who died for me is worth it.

After making the decision to implant Mrs. Wall's 'mental shackles' in my brain, I asked myself repeatedly and got the same answer. I have no way out, only to become stronger and continue to survive in battle can I prove that everyone once existed.

Mrs. Wall does not have a dedicated operating room. The place where they actually do the transplant is the laboratory itself.

After going through multiple layers of disinfection procedures, we finally reached the heart of the laboratory.

Everything here is pure white, the décor is simple and bright, in keeping with the image of Wolfe, they are simple and direct, everything is guided by the purpose.

"Everything is working with the surgical equipment, and the specific process will be done by the robotic arm. I've double-checked that the so-called 'mental shackles' function has in fact lost its proper role due to the lack of controls on the peer. While the information here is backed up in Mrs. Wall's core database, given their views on these secrets, the chances of re-activating the 'mental shackles' are slim to none. After talking so much, there is only one conclusion, everything is normal. ”

"Then let's start the operation."

I don't want to wait any longer, now that I've decided to implement it as soon as possible, I can't wait to implant the chip in my brain, even if it turns out to be someone else.

"Although no one will control your movements, but because of the mechanical civilization, there is no anesthetic in the operating room. Even then, do you want to have a microchip? ”

Wood suddenly became a mother-in-law, and I knew he was feeling the pressure too. Although I have always emphasized that this is my own judgment, it is impossible for him not to care, after all, it all started because he changed his mechanical body.

"Don't talk nonsense, with your current body, you are so indecisive again, it's disgusting, you know. Besides, if you don't have marijuana, don't you survive it, I'm afraid of Shenma. ”

"Uh...... Well, I'll admit, I didn't figure out the situation before the surgery and almost died of pain during the surgery. If I had known that there was no anesthetic, I wouldn't have replaced so many body organs. ”

“...... I've made up my mind, do it! ”

I used a vicious tone to cover up my wavering.

With the buzz of small clicks inside the robotic arm, the operation is finally about to begin. The surgery is divided into three steps, craniotomy, implantation, and suturing. Thanks to the extremely efficient particle cutting prop, the amount of bleeding during the operation is very small, and there is no need to worry about blood transfusions.

As the robotic arm gets closer, the laser beam projects a mesh-like reference line. I think my head must have been split into smaller sections by the beam.

It's a feeling that's hard to describe.

It wasn't really painful, but it was felt by me as a bioelectric signal of pain.

It deprived me of all my feelings like a thunderbolt, but my consciousness was awake.

Before the surgery, I thought it would be a big deal to pass out in pain, and when I woke up, the surgery would be successful. But when I actually did it, I realized that I thought about the pain of surgery too simply.

The particle scalpel didn't cut it in one fell swoop, as I imagined. Mrs. Wall, who pursues extreme precision, has no concept of alleviating pain, and the speed of the robotic arm is actually super turtle speed in microns.

Just five minutes into the surgery, I regretted it.

In order to prevent me from moving, the surgical machinery took over all my movement control functions, and I couldn't even scream loudly except silently endure the pain of being slowly cut through my body by the knife.

"Damn Wood, you never told me it would take that long!"

Naturally, my complaints could not reach Wood's ears, but in order to let me know how the operation was going, his voice was audible.

"It's strange that my surgery wasn't so slow, because it was in disrepair and the clock in the center of the operation slowed down?"

Nima, didn't you say that everything was normal with the surgical machinery? Why did the clock rate slow down again, have you really checked the condition of the machine?

"Isn't this operating table the one you use?"

"Of course, it's not that I haven't used the operating table at all, and the limb replacement is as simple as assembling the machine, which is to take out the useful parts and stuff them into the mechanical body, and the whole process takes less than 30 seconds, except for the pain at first, and then there is no feeling."

"Then why don't you tell him. He wasn't prepared for such a long surgical ordeal. You see what it means that this part of the brain domain turns red. ”

"Oh, I was careless. But looking at his appearance, he is fully prepared, we should believe in his beliefs, and we will never surrender for the sake of mere pain. ”

Hey, hey, Big Wood, you're good to go. If I had known that it was painful, I would have stopped doing it a long time ago. Unable to make a sound, I could only hold the bitterness in my heart.

"You can see that the red area has turned gray, and there will be no problem."

"I'll take a look. I don't understand this either, looking at the notes of the system, it seems that the color represents the level of pain. Blue is an ordinary bruise injury, yellow is an open wound or severe internal bleeding, red is a limb that is torn off or disemboweled, and yellow is terrible, according to the system notes, it is like the ancient Ling Chi...... Wait, I'll see. It is noted here that if the area color patch is simulated above yellow, it is necessary to consider reducing the sensitivity of the pain nerve, otherwise the sample may be brain dead due to excessive pain......"

"Then you shouldn't lower your pain sensitivity!"

"Oh, okay, okay, I'll see how ......"

You Wood fork, this is definitely revenge, and it is Chiguoguo's fake public benefit.

My consciousness was still clear, but the inexplicable cold I had felt before began to reappear.

It's ironic, I obviously don't want to die, but I'm close to death because of Wood's brain-dead.

I don't regret it, and I don't really blame Wood, after all, he's not a professional doctor.

More importantly, this is my own choice, and I can't blame anyone else.

It's just that there are some regrets that I don't want to disappoint the brothers, but it backfires.