There is much more to be said about this "memetic drug's human modification program in Africa and India".

The "Human Modification Program", which is about to be rolled out across India, aims to transform the "burdensome population" that is not conducive to India's development into a high-quality population.

The Indians at the bottom of the "Green-skinned Orc Transformation Project" are hard-working, mild-tempered, and submissive, and are industrial workers far beyond the qualified line;

The middle-level Indians who have gone through the "Space Marines Transformation Project" are all diligent, love their work, and are willing to shed their blood for the Indian nation, and are qualified builders;

The top-level Indians who have gone through the "artificial blood transformation project" have all turned whiter, their thinking has become faster, their life has been extended, and their appearance is closer to that of the noble "Aryans", except for the occasional need to eat and drink blood, there are no side effects.

These three human modification projects are unfair and can be said to be genetically dividing India into three classes.

However, India is a magical country, and since the people here can adapt to the special national conditions of "100 million people and 1.2 billion livestock", they can also adapt to human modification - after all, this kind of class solidification method that is stronger than the caste system has completely hit the cool point of the Indian leadership.

In short, it is the genetic version of "class solidification".

According to the map of the meme company in India and Africa, the children of farmers will be farmers, the children of workers will be workers, the children of white-collar workers will be white-collar workers, and the children of capitalists, bureaucrats, and warlords will only be the powerful.

The son of the farmer is always a farmer, the son of a merchant is always a businessman, and the son of a scholar is always a scholar.

Behind this monotonous statement, there is a truth that sends chills down Princess Diana's body.

The meme pharmaceutical group does not want to popularize and improve India's public health safety service system at all, but to nakedly divide Indian society and achieve permanent class solidification.

If acquired education may allow people to climb up the social ladder along the vines, then the genetic gap will no longer be bridged.

The upper echelons of India who have undergone high-level human body modifications will run faster, live longer, have less appearance, have more profound thoughts, and have more profound wisdom than low-level human body modifications—so how can the untouchables compete with the children of the powerful in the future? Who gave them the courage to compete?

The approach of the meme pharmaceutical group is to let the Indian bottom never have a bright day, so that the Indian upper class will always remain privileged, long live long live long live.

And this is the reason why Princess Diana, the demigod on earth, feels fear and anger.

Princess Diana is not stupid, on the contrary, this new-age woman with a broad mind and a compassionate and kind heart saw through the tricks of the meme company at the first time.

She came to the first conclusion.

Seeing the subtlety, the leaves know the autumn, if Princess Diana's talent and agility were known to Leon, I am afraid that she would also clapped her palms and praised "Wonderful, interesting." ”

She staggered to her feet, ignoring the pink shoulders peeking out from under her silk pajamas, and picked up the phone to reveal the news to the news organization.

News organizations such as Reuters, AFP, and CNN can help her to expose the evil intentions of the meme pharmaceutical syndicate, so that Leon, who is hiding behind the scenes, manipulating and fiddling with the international community, has nothing to hide.

However, just as the phone was connected, the newspaper caller on the other side asked, "Hey, hello?" Anyone? Diana hesitated again.

Could Leon be that simple man?

The answer is no.

Princess Diana silently hung up the phone and sat back on the sofa, her fingers scraping across the bridge of her beautiful nose.

She was thinking, recalling the scene she had met at the British Museum that day.

Leon's eyes are extremely deep, and what kind of soul is buried in those pupils full of narrow and playful meaning?

Princess Diana has been hidden in the world for a century, and she uses a false identity of a beautiful, elegant and wealthy antique dealer, who likes sculpture, antiques, classical music, and is a literary young woman above the standard, often haunting auctions, charity galas, and other venues, socializing with those who talk equally elegantly.

However, this long-term graceful and luxurious temperament that lingered on Princess Diana was quickly faded.

If she wants to see through Leon, and even fight Leon, what she needs is not the arrogant and lascivious way of thinking of the little bourgeoisie, but the way of thinking of a warrior and a fighter.

She was lying on the sofa, her face tense, her palms clenched into fists, and her pink forehead was constantly dripping with crystal clear sweat.

Seeing through the memetic syndicate's nefarious intentions, she could have leaked the news to the news organization and ignored the rest of the incident - a very good fit for Princess Diana's status as "Watchman".

However, she did not do so.

If you want to fight a supervillain, you have to be a superhero, even if the supervillain is not using a shoddy terrorist attack, but a higher level of social transformation.

Leon has superior wisdom, skill, and vision above mortals, and is enough to be called a "god", so only a "god" can fight against him.

Diana has an obligation, a responsibility, to protect humanity from Leon's manipulation, which is her consciousness as the princess of Paradise Island.

Leon, what the hell are you thinking?

Since he didn't like blacks and Indian brothers, why did he help them solidify their class?

What's in it for him?

Or was it her own mistake in her first guess?

Princess Diana stood up, walked over to the screen, and put her bare hand on the edge of the window, looking down at the ant-like crowd of pedestrians below.

The cool breeze blew her hair away, dissolving the sighs of the human deity.

The men and women who walked the streets of Paris still walked, laughing, noisy, and noisy, losing themselves in the materialistic Parisian society, and rejoicing in this loss, as usual.

These mortals do not have enough wisdom and talent to interfere with the fate of themselves, as well as the country and society, so they can only go with the flow, swept by the waves of the times, and run towards the unknown future.

Princess Diana's eyes were buried with a little sadness, and she vaguely felt the helplessness of those ancient sages.

Presumably, the same is true of Buddha, Jesus, and others, God loves the world, but the world is powerless to save itself.

She let out a cloudy breath, threw all the distracting thoughts away, and began to think again, trying to see through Leon's true purpose with all her might.

She carried out the second layer of reasoning.