The toilet seat reflects the face of the night shadow.

She only has one eye,

Visuals are, of course, indispensable. But two eyes are redundant, as long as you have the ability to detect foreign objects within range, such a thing as an eye, one is enough. However, under such a premise, "beauty" no longer exists. Nightshade's eyes are not clear and beautiful now, and there are no wonderful colors produced by girls who desperately crammed them with objects such as "contact lenses". It is an ordinary eye, which is wrapped, involved, and connected by many nerves and blood vessels, and captures information from the outside world in the most convenient and effective way. Nightshade even changed her pupils to resemble snake-like vertical pupils according to her own needs, which were mixed with many of the characteristics of frogs and lizard creatures. All of these are done in order to make more effective use of visual effects. The pupils can be transformed according to different needs, so that Nightshadow can't tell if he's a human. Or is it a alien?

The nose disappeared completely, and was replaced by a triangular olfactory organ shaped like a lotus pod with sixteen holes. The reason why the olfactory organ is located below the eyes, which is the original bridge of the nose, is because it is so close to the brain that it does not take much time for nerve transmission. The reason why humans evolved the nose is, of course, also due to environmental trends. We need to observe and contact the outside world more carefully, and we need to eat to maintain our own existence and reproduction. Under this premise, the meaning of the sense of smell becomes extremely important.

Night Shadow no longer pursues any beauty, all for the sake of practicality and a more efficient use of energy. She no longer thinks about whether her skin is smooth, her skin melasma, wrinkles and so on. A basketball-sized head with only one eye is chilling to think about. But what can be done? Now not on Earth, there are no plastic surgery hospitals, and there are not enough food sources. The reason why there are creatures of two different genders, men and women, in the world is that the real breeding ground for the word "beauty" exists. Nightshade was only one person now, and she didn't have to think about it anymore. Although the effect reflected on the toilet seat is terrifying, completely subverting the concept of human perception of one's own body, the word "horror" also has an equivalent interpretation of "beauty".

Terror arises only from something completely unfamiliar. If you see it too much and get used to it, you won't feel terrible.

Nightshade withdrew her gaze from the toilet lid and shifted it to the small jet in front of her.

There's nothing like doing it yourself. Absorbing the bodies of a large number of crew members, Nightshade also learned many secrets that were originally buried deep in everyone's hearts. A great deal of knowledge has been put into the creation of ejectors, and in these objects, which are entirely made up of pieces of disparate, Nightshade has gleaned a new route of technological civilization. This is due to the black particles. Their understanding and awareness of danger far exceeds that of Nightshade. It's no exaggeration to say that they manipulate their brains. Because, just half a year ago, Nightshadow discovered the wreckage of the main computer of "Explorer 1". At that time, the black particles actually deformed her body again, burrowing into it like a snake, disintegrating the entire computer wreckage, and firmly encasing the memory part with flesh and blood cells.

Nightshade felt like a sponge, frantically sucking on the data and information stored on the computer.

Sounds weird, doesn't it? Nightshade herself felt the same way. However, it is so strange that there is a resonance between the biological cells and the computer chip, and between two completely different substances, information begins to flow. Little by little, they were stripped from the memory core, and gradually became part of Nightshade's body.

This seems to represent a whole new evolutionary direction. Either way, this kind of thing has never been heard of on Earth, and it has never happened. Stories like the Electric Light Man are just fantasies, and Nightshade finds that this kind of comic book story has become a reality in herself, and she doesn't feel the slightest excitement, but more just calm, and with a very strong fear.

What exactly am I supposed to be now?

It certainly can't be human.

I don't have the appearance of a human being. No one would think that a monster with four arms and three legs is human. What's more, Nightshadow has a long tail trailing behind him. It's a collection of thousands of mechanical parts and a lot of flesh and blood. Nightshade's physical appearance is similar to that of snakes, and its tail becomes indispensable. It can maintain balance and can also replace the role of the palm when necessary. Even, capable of acting as a weapon.

Nightshade is always strangely familiar with herself. She was at a loss, and sometimes fell into long contemplation. She had never touched the current state of affairs in the past, nor had she ever thought about the connection between living things and machines. Although the cyborg, half-cyborg has become an evolutionary technology on Earth, it is here that Nightshade lives on its roots.

There must be some secret hidden in this field.

Nightshade was more and more sure of this, and she couldn't tell why, and there was a faint fear of the black particles in her body.

Yes, I never chose to inject them, but they chose to turn my wreckage into a new host at the most dangerous time. They resurrected me from my dead state, and I was blown to pieces, but they relied on a little bit of protein that could decay at any time, and they forced me to inject wisdom into me, so that I learned to think, so that I could drive my memory and create a new brain. Then, in the process of devouring the corpses of other crew members, it gradually grew and finally became what it is now.

Nightshade shuddered at the thought of this.

She can indeed make herself more beautiful. It can produce two eyes as before, with long, thick eyelashes, full breasts, a slender waist, and slender legs...... This qiē, which is not needed in the universe, is an obstacle to restraining one's own evolution and obtaining more energy and ability. There is no air here, and the black energy has also changed, and oxygen is no longer needed to survive. They passed on this trait to me, and I became free to live in the universe. But is it really meaningful to live like this?

After the resurrection, Nightshade once had thoughts of "suicide" or something. Strangely, the thought had just popped into my head and disappeared with great speed. Nightshade knew that it was definitely not his own subjective thinking, but the control effect of the black particles manipulating his brain. They have managed to find a new host in the universe and will not allow suicide to happen. Perhaps, they have developed a hatred for themselves because of this? But even if you do, the black particles still have to obey their own subjective consciousness.

It's really weird. They have intelligence, but they can't produce a body to match it. Black particles must rely on the host to survive, but cannot be the absolute control of the host. To put it bluntly, they are just a kind of cell, and the basic activities still depend on the host to carry out. Thinking consciousness is only a potential inducement, an asymmetry in ability, and they can only block certain consciousness at critical times. Like suicide. More often than not, it's still the host's own thinking that plays a role.

Nightshade is a lot like finding someone to talk to, and desperately needs help.

But a qiē can only rely on himself.

The most thing around me is the messy wreckage of the spaceship.

Attaching the finished small jet to his body, Nightshade turned around and stared at Yiqiē beside him with a huge one-eyed eye.

She began to understand the true meaning of the phrase "the future is a dream".

I'm alive. But this way of surviving is really not interesting.

What exactly should I do?

A very strange signal came to Nightshade's mind.

It was an unfamiliar coordinate, and it wasn't where Explorer 1 wanted to go. In this straight line between the Earth and the destination, there are many planets. Some are gases, some are suns full of light and heat, and some have formed entities, with rocks and soil like the earth, and a few have even produced microorganisms that are evolving in a more advanced direction. Of course, Nightshadow did not have time to explore these planets one by one, but at most he could use the guò space remote sensing device to do some simple spectral tests on the planets in his path, input the correlation numbers into the computer, and make tedious calculations and comparisons to draw an indefinite approximate conclusion.

In the direction of that distant coordinate, about 600,000 kilometers from here, there is an asteroid of small size. Eight months before the Explorer 1 rebellion, spacecraft observers discovered its existence. The asteroid is about two-thirds the size of the Moon, and the star it orbits is huge, but the distance between the two is beyond imagination. Although it had only an extremely faint attraction, the asteroid could not get out of control, and could only slowly rotate around the red point of light in the distance.

It moves very slowly, and the spacecraft has exploded so far, and the distance between the front and back is no more than 2,000 kilometers.

Nightshade was a little confused, she had never paid attention to the asteroid, let alone paid much attention to it. The reason why this information suddenly appeared in the brain is obviously the role played by the black particles in it. But why do they have to "think" of this planet? And not something else?

"What exactly do you want to sue me?"

Nightshade kept asking questions in her head, questioning again and again. The black particles appear to be asleep, with no answers to these questions. This kind of exchange has been repeated many times between Night Shadow and Black Particles. The latter's state of mind is obviously not as sharp as the former. Night Shadow is not Su Hao after all, and these black particles are not actively injected into her body according to her subjective consciousness. Under the repulsion of cells, the fit between the host and the host is naturally impossible to be as dense as Su Hao, and the connection with each other becomes blurred.

"Food."

Nightshade's mind quickly crossed these two words. Along with it, there are also scattered pictures of trees, soil, cattle, sheep and animals.

The concept of food has expanded. Protein is certainly the best source of nutrition for Nightshade at the moment. However, she had long forgotten the taste of the food on Earth that had ever been eaten. Nightshade doesn't feel disgusted by the corpses floating in space, she eats in a special state: grabbing the corpse with both hands, the skin on her abdomen or chest will separate, and the corpse will be stuffed directly into it, and then the skin will close and enter the body to digest, becoming part of her own accumulated energy.

"Food?"

Nightshade repeated the word in her head, her eyes filled with confusion.

She still didn't understand, what exactly did Black Particle want to tell herself?

The asteroid was so far away from the sun that it didn't produce even the most basic plants, let alone animals. There may be a few microorganisms there, but in any case, it has absolutely nothing to do with the word "food".

In the absence of mutual integration, the communication of consciousness becomes very difficult. Nightshade had to spend a lot of time waiting for the Black Particles to explain the problem. In the process, Nightshade captures another fist-sized corpse of the deceased. It had been frozen into ice, and it looked like a substance wrapped in some kind of crystalline rock, like precious amber.

The black particles looked a little anxious, and they kept touching the central nervous system of Night Shadow, and it took more than thirty minutes for two new words to be produced.

"Evolution."

This makes Nightshade even more confused.

She really didn't understand what the black particles were trying to say. The connection between food and evolution is certainly clear to Nightshade. However, when it comes to one's current situation, this statement seems absurd. She currently has very little food and little production.

The purpose of the black particles seems to be to get themselves out of here and to the asteroid?

As soon as the thought popped into his head, Nightshadow immediately felt a wave of excitement coming from within his body. This is the consciousness of the black particle, indicating its recognition of the brain's subjective thinking, as well as approval.

It's ridiculous.

Nightshade thought in silence for a long time, slowly developing a vague understanding of the words "food" and "evolution". Connecting with his current state, this is equivalent to when an infatuated man pursues a girl he likes, the first concept in his mind is not love, nor is it a collision of passions between men and women together, but beyond normal logical thinking, seeing the distant future, thinking that after the woman marries herself, gives birth to a child, the doll grows into adulthood, and then the husband and wife divorce, the continuous extension of various problems in the division of property and the family, as well as various possible joint effects.

The so-called reality is limited, imagination is infinite, this is the truth. The arrogant girl who was being pursued by the little boy would never have thought that the guy who would blush when she stood in front of her didn't even touch her own hand, and actually began to fantasize about it, and planned all kinds of life in the future, and even the property problems caused by divorce were also calculated. It can really be said that thinking and imagination are completely beyond the time limit, and dreams are flying in the endless void.

This contrast is the best portrayal of black particles.

Despite the doubts in his heart, Nightshadow still had to admit that when it came to survival, Black Particles did have much more understanding and knowledge than he could. They do have a knack for tempting their hosts in a variety of ways, inducing themselves to do one action after another in their favor. But it must be admitted that no matter what kind of approach you do, while helping the black particles, it does have the desired effect on yourself.

Things are in their current state, and Nightshade no longer has any unrealistic fantasies. There was only one thought in her mind: to find Wang Qinian, to find Su Hao, to find her man, and to find her friends.

The black particles became agitated again. This has happened before, not out of anger, but on behalf of the Black Particles' approval of Nightshade's thoughts.

"It's weird! I'm going to find my man, what does it have to do with you? ”

Nightshade muttered to herself in her heart, full of sarcasm and ridicule, "Are you all females?" Why is it that when you hear the word "man", you are so excited that you can't help yourself? ”

These black particles are obviously very different from the black particles in Su Hao's body. They have some kind of barrier to consciousness communication, being able to sense consciousness from their host, but having difficulty responding in their own way. Nightshade waited for a long time, but there was still silence inside her body.

"Do you want me to go to that asteroid right now?" Nightshade asks a new question.

The feeling of excitement returned, but not as strong as before. Black particles are very capable of learning, and they know how to control the intensity of the zhì "agitation", which is equivalent to a rating of approval for different questions. Either ordinary consent, or cheerful hands in approval.

Nightshade continued, "What's there?" ”

The black particles fell silent again. This question is beyond the limits of their answer. It's not that they don't know the answer, it's that the black particles don't know what to do to make the host understand.

Nightshade thought for a moment and asked another way, "Where is the food?" ”

The black particles send a signal of identity.

"It can't be."

Nightshade instinctively produces negative thoughts: "I've read about the asteroid, it has only been condensed for a short time, and even the most basic traces of life have been produced. Without living things, without energy, where can we talk about food? ”

The black particles fell silent. This represents two attitudes. One is negation, and the other is that it cannot have an explanatory effect on a certain issue.

Although it was only one of the two options, Nightshade didn't know what to choose. She thought about it for a few minutes, and decided to choose the latter, referring to the information she had already communicated.

A new question arises: "What exactly is the food where?" ”

This is important. Nightshade could not have decided to travel to an asteroid hundreds of thousands of kilometers away based on a single word from the black particles. The universe is filled with so many unknowns that Nightshade can't predict what will happen to her if she leaves here. The black particles send a signal of identity.

"It can't be."

Nightshade instinctively produces negative thoughts: "I've read about the asteroid, it has only been condensed for a short time, and even the most basic traces of life have been produced. Without living things, without energy, where can we talk about food? ”

The black particles fell silent. This represents two attitudes. One is negation, and the other is that it cannot have an explanatory effect on a certain issue.

Although it was only one of the two options, Nightshade didn't know what to choose. She thought about it for a few minutes, and decided to choose the latter, referring to the information she had already communicated.

A new question arises: "What exactly is the food where?" ”

This is important. Nightshade could not have decided to travel to an asteroid hundreds of thousands of kilometers away based on a single word from the black particles. The universe is filled with so many unknowns that Nightshade can't predict what will happen to her if she leaves here.