On July 27, 119 years of the New Eden Era, Hong Tao woke up again after being unconscious by drugs, and when he woke up again, the whole person was already soaked in the life support cabin, the transfer of consciousness was completed, and it was very successful, he was still himself, but he was brand new.

From this moment on, even if the soul is sublimated, whether it is still the original Hongtao is still a very philosophical question. As is customary, and also to commemorate this momentous occasion, the date appears in the form of a tattoo on the small belly of each clone.

The new body feels the same as the original, but the tattoo on the back is gone. It's not that the integration department is too picky and reluctant to copy the tattoo to the clone, but that the previous tattoo pigments are too special to be 100% reproduced, and whether to use other pigments instead will have to wait for Hong Tao to wake up before deciding.

"What about my original body?" The mechanical monster was pacing back and forth outside the survival pod, and a sense of anxiety could be felt in the non-stop opening and closing of her five mechanical fingers.

It is a very happy feeling for someone to care about their own life and death, but it is a pity that Hong Tao has no talent for sensationalism, and he is not used to emotional exposure, and whenever he encounters such a situation, he will take care of him left and right.

This time he was looking for a very interesting topic, when he saw Claire replacing the clone before, he never thought to ask how the replaced body was handled, but now that it was his turn, he immediately remembered this question.

"How different do you think you are? Of course, it is sent to the treatment plant to be unloaded and ashes are scattered! After following others for a long time, she didn't get the corresponding feedback, which made Claire a little annoyed and her tone was very unfriendly.

"You're still reliable, if you count on Sanger, I'll have to go out naked!" doesn't like to expose emotions, it doesn't mean that you can't coax people, even if the other party is an enemy, Hong Tao can also make a big sound.

"It's ...... I'm a...... Oh my skin! Putting on the skin clothes brought by Claire, Hong Tao found that there were several layers of fabric underneath, and as soon as he got started, he immediately felt that it was not fabric, nor was it a high-tech material, but some kind of animal leather, and the tanning process was very good, delicate and soft.

originally thought it was a congratulatory gift from Claire, but as soon as the leather was opened, Hong Tao was not calm. The pattern on it is a little familiar, a mouse head with eyebrows and eyes, but the color is not the same as before, slightly dull.

"I think you'd be willing to keep it......" Claire added with the satisfaction of Hong Tao's expression.

“…… Come on, let's stick it in our escape pod to ward off evil spirits and exorcise ghosts! Holding the skin on his back in his hand, Hong Tao was not surprised at all, but felt nauseous. But you can't blame Claire for this, although she is a descendant of earth humans, she has long had nothing to do with earth civilization, let alone understand what it means to die without a body.

"It can also be exchanged for credits, and there will definitely be people who like this old style of painting, maybe the price is high." After listening to Hong Tao's arrangement, Claire felt that there was a better choice.

"Unless I'm dying of hunger, I won't sell my skins......" No, even if Hong Tao thought about it, he couldn't continue to discuss the topic.

"I'm really looking forward to the results of Sanger's research, why do you have such strange ideas in your head. Is there any difference between skin and bones and muscles? Or do Vault Dwellers have special beliefs, how come I've never heard of them? ”

But Claire was still chattering, trying to correct some of Hongtao's cognitive errors, which was something she usually did, sometimes a dozen times a day.

“…… Can my bones and muscles be sold too? Hong Tao was a little confused, thinking of the treatment plant that Claire said just now, and his heart couldn't help but tremble. The treatment plant, it sounds like a crematorium, but is there another possibility?

A few minutes later, Hong Tao finally vomited, and Claire said that he vomited, but no one saw it. In order not to be tormented by the mechanical monster after soiling the derivative solution while training in the escape pod, he developed a stunt called Symbolic Vomiting.

It's disgusting to say, it's really vomiting, that thing is controlled by autonomic nerves, it's an instinctive stress response, and the brain can't control it no matter how much it orders. But it's okay to keep your throat and eyes under control and not to let vomit come out.

It is true that the treatment plant is not a crematorium, and most of its functions are different except for the general direction of dealing with the dead. Dealing with the dead sounds a bit frightening, but the New Edenians have progressed, progressing to the point where they no longer regard death as the end of their lives, and no longer give it too much spiritual sustenance.

Or rather, the New Edenians degenerated, degraded to the point that, like the beasts, had lost too much human respect for death. Not only is it disrespectful, but it also includes the corpse in the scope of material recycling and waste reuse.

To put it more bluntly, the New Edenians no longer set up special rituals for the dead for a long time, but threw them into the treatment plant, like all living creatures and plants, and broke them down into basic raw materials through various scientific means, which were used to produce various necessities of life, such as nutrient solutions, nerve synergists, and clones.

"In the ancient language, there is a saying of phoenix nirvana, which is about destroying first and then rebirth, so that life can be further sublimated......" No matter how disgusting Hong Tao is, he has to admit that this method cannot be called a regression.

When human beings can no longer find a home planet that is completely suitable for their own reproduction like the earth, they can only abandon some customs and put how to survive in the first place. As the saying goes, one side of the water and soil raises one side of the people, the earth raises the earthlings, and the vast galaxy raises the New Edenians.

From a practical point of view, I can't completely avoid using these raw materials extracted from corpses, unless I can really give up my physical body for the sake of spiritual purity. So it's not just about accepting it, it's about finding reasons for it. Hong Tao is also an expert in this regard, isn't he just looking for a reason to forgive himself, there are many!

"Is that really the word?" Claire naturally couldn't understand Hong Tao's mood, but felt very novel about his statement.

"......" Because there was still vomit in his throat and eyes, Hong Tao didn't want to open his mouth to speak, and pointed to his head.

"Let's go, go to the V-2 space station right now, and move all the data and equipment that exist there to the space laboratory in Sanger!" Once Claire's research enthusiasm is aroused, no one can stop her unless she can be killed, including Hong Tao.

Even now it's a clone pilot, but this clone that comes standard with the Integration Department is really no match for Claire's haute couture, and the robot grabs it around the neck, and the chick is still a chick, no different from before.

"Will the Elders admit to the results of that fragment of the ruins?" In order to be different, Hong Tao also wants to customize a few clones of the awesome point for himself, not only to have a mechanical hand, but also to have the following one is also mechanical, with frosted barbs, can rotate and impact......

But that thing needs money, a lot of money. And it's not a one-time expense, in theory it should be forever, so money is once again the first concern.

"It won't be so fast, and the data and information we provide have to be reviewed and questioned repeatedly. But it's not without its benefits, as long as we pass, we can have a better laboratory, provided by the Presbyterian Church, better than the previous one! ”

Compared to miscellaneous things, this is the topic that makes Claire sincerely happy. Although she said it modestly and seemed to be very unscored, both her tone and expression were conveying another message, and she was not far from success!

"Oh, that's good......" Hong Tao's answer was the same, a bit duplicitous.