There is a kind of life, from the day of birth, that is enslaved.

There is a life that is not expected by the Creator, which is contrary to nature and ethics.

Cursed life.

A life that is despised.

The mutilated, the unexpected, the unblessed and the emotional, the love and the life of loved ones.

What is trampled on, what is used, like a tool, has only use value......

Those living tools, those human beings who have no ego......

Sephiroth vaguely felt his body, not one, but sixteen thousand eight hundred and forty-two bodies suspended in the nutrient solution, and he didn't know what kind of existence he was.

But he could feel the ignorant consciousness in those different bodies, as if the immature, milky and fragile consciousness, and the existence of oneself above them, which was a wonderful feeling, sixteen thousand eight hundred and forty-two consciousnesses, which were both themselves and not themselves, or rather, they were gathered to be themselves.

Watching them communicate with each other, fighting, hugging each other as one in the sea of consciousness, taking the occasional opportunity, peeking into the world beyond the nutrient solution, rejoicing at the discovery of a little bit of indoctrination in memory. In the monotonous, tedious cultivation vessels, these nascent consciousnesses, curiously peeking into the outside world.

However, they are not the life that is expected of them!

No emotion, only utilization! There is no communication, only orders! There is no right to life, only the value of tools.

Imperfect test subjects, no need to exist, no tools that are not easy to use, no value of existence, Sephiroth is only endowed with a meaning of existence in his life, becoming the successful test subject. The only and best one.

And the only fate of those obsolete tools is to be recycled.

The body melted little by little in the dissolved liquid, and I didn't even have time to open my eyes, and I had regrets. There's loneliness, there's fear......

This is Sephiroth's memory, and the memory of most clones!

Clones in Moscow in mobile armor, clones toiling in New York, clones made for fun in Mumbai, Egypt, the Middle East, there are eight billion clones in the world. Most of them are engaged in positions that are despised by human beings, they are tools, they are the productive forces that liberate human beings.

A clone of a medical model, with organs removed from the body.

Military clones who kill each other on the toughest battlefields of death.

Entertainment model clones, abused, killed, enjoyed.

The evil side of humanity. It is poured out on these artificial beings with human faces.

Most of them only have a lifespan of three to three months, and they have severe genetic diseases. They are 'consumed' at any time and 'replenished' at any time. Silent tears slipped from the corners of Sephiroth's eyes, and the gray memories of these artificial beings, those that were dominated by the evil thoughts of humans, made his wings tremble.

Only the strongest feelings can shape the soul of a life.

Jenova invades life on this planet. It follows the rhythm of the planet, silently lurking in the bodies of most lifeforms, and even spreads in the quantum probability cloud of the planet, so that the planet is also infected with viruses.

A weak sense of the virus is not enough to infect the consciousness of humans. But for clones who are emotionally blank, the virus has nothing in its way. A green glow, flickering in the clone's right hand, Jenova began to weave their genes and repair their crudely textured bodies. Those genes that are riddled with holes are recombined and renewed under Jenova's control.

On the right side of Sephiroth's body, a brilliant wing slowly spreads out from under the skin.

Seven winged winged angels descended on Yus.

Wings brighter than the sun, darkness deeper than the abyss, underneath the three pairs of wings of light, a deep black wing, a brilliant black wing, protruding from under Sephiroth's ribs. At this moment, under the ribs of the clones all over the world, a black tattoo with wings appeared.

"I, what did I create?" Warren staggered back two steps, looking at the winged angel with color in his eyes.

Chen Ang looked back and smiled: "Maybe it's an angel, maybe it's a demon, who knows?" ”

"Destroy Him!" Bolívar's ears rang with orders from Human Command.

The silvery-white metal body, glowing with dense brilliance, the sentinel robot that reappeared in front of Chen Ang had already lost its original form and material, and the robot covered by a completely unsolvable metal was not like artificial intelligence AI, but like a life. Unable to be infiltrated by the Heavenly King, unable to be scanned and parsed, this is the ultimate weapon of mankind.

MarkInvincible！

Bolívar could not help but boast of his most outstanding work, believing that the perfect creation in his hands would be superior to all life, "Apocalypse, do you see it? This is my creation! ”

"Human creativity is not enough to reach the limit of creating a perfect being, so we created it, the child of the sun is indeed the limit of what human beings can reach, but you are still not crazy enough, not bold enough, you still try to control your creation, control a perfect being, this is your greatest weakness."

"It is impossible to create the most perfect work of art with shackles and shackles, only by giving up all restraints, giving up all the factors that will cause obstacles, and giving everything completely to create a perfect existence, it is possible!"

"You're going to lose, Apocalypse! When you try to control your creation with your wisdom, you will inevitably lose to me. Sentinels are free and extreme, they don't need to abide by anything, they don't need to have any principles and standards, they are born for perfection. ”

Chen Ang shook his head and said: "Very amazing alien lifeform, regenerative evolution and absorption and replication are also very powerful abilities, almost immortal vitality and resilience, constantly evolving, adapting to the enemy's attack, and even learning from the past, it is invincible in theory and perfect." The stronger the enemy, the stronger it can become, always stronger than the opponent. ”

"But theoretically, always theoretically!"

"Nothing is incomprehensible, and no attribute is absolute, I'm curious! Bolívar, do you know the underlying reasons for this ability to evolve as a living being? Have you studied and understood their abilities? ”

Bolívar quickly shook his head and sneered, "It is absolute, and it is perfect, and human beings are not enough to understand it." By the time it discovers you, it's already stronger than you, as the results of the previous 36,000 experiments show. You're stronger than it, but when it finds out about you at first glance, the end is already doomed. “

"This world is not a novel, there is no absolute attribute, the foundation of this world is scientific laws, not settings, concepts, there is no absolute concept in the universe, the attributes of anything are concepts given by human beings or other intelligent life, and concepts can only be close to reality." Chen Ang said slowly: "If you take the generalization of the attributes and concepts of this kind of life as its essence, your failure is doomed. ”

"So, can you tell me about the more scientific nature of this creature? How is regenerative evolution achieved, and what kind of ability is absorption and replication? Don't be like a monkey wielding a stick. If you think of this alien creature as an accumulation of concepts, it will disappoint me. ”

Chen Ang walked past the sentry robot, but these lifeforms did not react, Chen Ang said in Bolívar's ear: "Just like the scanning and copying ability, conceptually speaking, the sentry can be stronger than the enemy at the first moment of sight, and the scanning technology and the evolution ability of alien lifeforms from the previous versions of the sentry robot seem to have formed this concept." ”

"But there's a very simple question for you? Bolívar! How many generations is Skynet's information technology higher than that of Earth Technology? ”

Bolívar stood trembling as he shook his head, "Impossible! Why hasn't it changed yet, and why? ”

"That's 1.8 orders of magnitude higher! This means that human civilization cannot understand most of the technology and information of Skynet, and the scanning technology from human civilization is the same, the overwhelming ability to grasp information has produced a bug, an incomprehensible information, how did it evolve the corresponding ability? ”

Chen Ang looked at the trembling Bolívar, looked at the sweat soaking through the man's clothes little by little, and sighed: "You designed a waste, at least for Skynet, you can guess, is Skynet the first to crack the secrets of alien creatures, or is the alien creatures advanced to restrain Skynet?" ”

"The speed of evolution is generally not as fast as scientific analysis, right?"

After speaking, Chen Ang saw Bolívar's expression like ashes.

In mid-air, Sephiroth's wings, shining with the brilliance of the sun, swept over the sentry robot, and the body of the sentry robot was easily torn apart like rags, and the unjudgmental, incomprehensible attack caused the disordered probability cloud of the sentry robot at the quantum level, and then collapsed into a pile of scrap metal.

More than 7.1 billion clones in the world, recovering from severe pain, opened their eyes blankly, touched the world with their souls for the first time, reshaped genes, broke the mental shackles set by human beings, broke the control at the genetic level, and 7.1 billion 'tools', with independent will. From factories to living quarters, from the army to scientific research institutions.

Clones, liberated!

The power of the plague, which appeared in this world for the first time, was not destroyed, but reshaped. It gives a race free will, and it recreates the world of clones.

This is the plague of the planet and the evolution of life. (To be continued......)

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