She? It's a Cat (Forty-One)

Half a year after Usu's death, I stayed with the sea in the museum.

Nominally we're making an elixir, but in reality we're doing what Usu said before he died, cloning the human body.

I said earlier that the owner of the museum is also one of the believers, and Lily acted the next day after she finished talking about the magazine. The museum issued a document asking for preservation in the name that the bomb magazine might be a cultural relic, and the state leadership had our believers, and they quickly agreed, but they also encountered difficulties from the zoo.

After discussion, the museum created a one-to-one model and exchanged it with the zoo. And a certain fee was given, after which the equipment was transported to the basement of the museum.

We're running away from the zoo, but we're filled with new pet people. Tourists are overcrowded every day and nothing has changed because of the absence of us.

The basement of the museum is not open, and the area is huge, and we and the equipment are arranged here. The museum is a building with three upper floors, while the basement is three floors lower.

When asked to ask why there was such a place, Lily said that the owner of the museum didn't know either. The owner of the museum said that he had taken over the museum for the country for almost 40 years, and was only responsible for operating and receiving the collection.

The basement was occupied by me and the sea, and all the instruments were transformed from the sea into usable ones. In the past six months, we have successfully cultivated clones without intelligence from the bomb magazine.

The first attempt to clone a human failed attempt, but the sea still laughed and said that it was a great success when it came to organ trafficking.

We really didn't have much time, and the sea soon had a second trial.

It is cruel that people without wisdom are executed by us in turn, but it is even more cruel to leave them in this world.

Time is really running out, and this is the first time I know that I have to do things for believers as a god.

In the past six months, I don't know how many cats, dogs, and other animals I have killed, from business to personal enmity.

I also gradually discovered the composition of the whole world, and all that I could be sure of were the mammals. I also asked if the dolphins had gained wisdom, but Lily said she didn't know that there was any creature in the sea that I had described. As for man, he has lost his wisdom and has become a pet in this world.

Of course, not everyone can afford to raise people, so most cats and dogs choose to watch people in zoos.

I've also asked chimpanzees and monkeys, but these animals are just as unintelligent. Thinking may be too similar to humans, and it has also been tricked.

The financiers seem to be a little impatient, and the owner of the museum is the most diligent.

Because the owner of the museum is really old, he will come to Lily almost every once in a while to ask when we will be able to finish the elixir. He said he couldn't wait, and Lily kept helping us lie.

However, the urging was just an urging, and the other party basically didn't say much when he saw that we could conjure a living person out of thin air from the basement.

Our excuse has also changed from a machine that can complete human immortality and needs to be debugged, to a machine that has been successful but still needs to be debugged by other species, saying that there is a generation gap between people and cats, dogs and other animals, and it is easy to have problems if it is messed up. When they see our laboratory, they will be suspicious.

The sea continues to educate itself while improving our cloning equipment, and the sea discovers that it is not only possible to clone people, but almost everything that can be simulated on the device can be cloned.

It's just that the cloned creatures lack a thing that the sea can say but can't provide, and the clones can't even eat their own food, according to the sea they don't have a soul.

It is equivalent to saying that the people we cloned are not as good as the subhumans or pet people that are now degenerated.