"Tick-Tick-Tick-Answer-"

In the white sterile ward, the detection instrument emits a regular prompt sound, the old man leaning on the hospital bed wears a breathing mask, and many induction devices are also connected to his body to monitor the state of life, the retention needle on the wrist is connected to the medicine bottle, and the colorless and transparent liquid is slowly injected.

The room was quiet, no sound could be heard in the corridor outside, and the only glass window outside was not a pleasant natural scenery, but a rippling water wave.

Time passed quietly, the dust in the room slowly settled, and after I don't know how long it passed, a slight footstep broke the silence, came from the hallway, and then opened the door.

A girl with short light blue fluffy hair walked in, wearing a thin white long-sleeved jacket that looked like a researcher, but she didn't wear any professional badge pins.

Walking to the bedside, she first swept her eyes over the testing equipment, and then sat down, looking at the sleeping old man, letting time flow slowly.

After about half an hour, she stood up and pressed a button on the instrument, and then the upper part of the bed slowly lifted, and after a slight irritation, the old man slowly opened his eyes.

The gray pupils that had lost focus looked around, as if they were barely recognizing the girl in front of them.

"You're here." His voice was faint, and if it weren't for the silence here, I'm afraid no one would be able to hear him.

"Hmm." The girl gently stroked the old man's forehead.

"How long have I been asleep?" The old man continued to ask.

"35 days, 4 hours." The girl replied.

"So long, ahem." His body trembled, his withered fingers pressed against the hospital bed, and he tried to sit up, but he couldn't.

"I'll help you." The girl helped the old man to sit up, then tapped him on his vest.

"Thanks, this will be better." After the old man sat up, he slowed down for a while before he gradually spoke.

"Looks like I'm running out of time."

"No, I helped you customize the best medical plan, and you can stick to it." The girl comforted.

"It's useless, the limit of genes is there, and no matter how good the medical plan is, it won't work." He has lived for more than 200 years, which is almost the limit of human beings.

"If it's genetically edited......" the girl stopped talking.

"No, the Federation has long banned research in this area, and although I have fought fiercely in the past, but—" The old man said slowly.

"I've lived long enough, and there's no point in tossing it any longer."

He reached out and fumbled for a moment to grab the girl's wrist.

"You should be eighteen years old this year, you can go to the Central Star Domain to study, you don't have to stay here anymore, cough cough."

"But I ......" The girl bit her lip and tried to explain something, but in the end she didn't say it, probably because she understood that she couldn't convince the old man in front of her.

"I know, I know, hehe." The old man tried to make himself look like he was smiling, and stroked the girl's head.

"You're still as cute as you were when you were a child."

His words were filled with nostalgia, and he spoke slowly, and then there was a long silence.

After resting for a while, the old man gathered some strength and continued to speak.

"That's it, it's time to say goodbye, and now I have no regrets about seeing you grow up healthy."

"But ......" looked at the old man, the girl's eyes slowly filled with tears, she kept blinking, and then lowered her head and quietly wiped them away.

Slight sobs rang out in the quiet room, and it took a long time before they stopped.

"Me." After saying a word, the girl paused again, she closed her eyes, and slowly opened them again.

"I'll sing a song." With that, the girl hummed a melody softly.

This melody has no lyrics, it is quiet with a little sadness, loneliness is full of memories, and the light voice is mixed with a little sobbing, which makes people cry.

Listening to this song, the old man leaned on the hospital bed with peace of mind, slowly closed his eyes, and the prompt sound of the detection instrument on the side became weaker and weaker, and the interval became longer and longer, until finally he was completely calm.

After humming this melody, the room fell silent again, and the girl looked at the old man who was no longer breathing, and just sat motionless, and then lay on the hospital bed and began to cry.

Tears stained the sheets, and the back rose and fell in the stalk, and occasionally there were a few crying coughs.

After a few hours, the girl who finally came back to her senses slowly stood up, looked at the old man with a gray face, she carefully pulled the sheet up, and then slowly walked out of the room.

Leaning against the cold corridor, the girl looked at the reflection on the ground and was in a daze for a few more minutes before she got up again and walked towards the end of the corridor.

[Welcome, Miss Shui Yanqing, what should I do with the body of patient 11843]

A light blue projection screen appears at the end of the tunnel.

"Cremation is carried out and then the ashes are sealed."

[Roger, arrangements are underway for the self-regulatory unit to move the remains]

"Hmm."

After that, the girl sat down on a horizontal chair on the side of the hallway and continued to be in a daze, until half an hour later, when the hemispherical cylindrical self-discipline unit moved in front of her and handed her a silver-gray metal box.

The box is sealed with lines of letters that record the name of the owner of the ashes and the time he was alive.

{Newman Vonkel Ivanovich, 1037.10.05-1255.07.14}

Fingers gently stroked the letters engraved on the metal box, and the girl fell into the memory that it should have been a day more than forty years ago.

……

Under the dim sky, the world full of ruins was dead silent, littered with abandoned building wreckage, bare mechanical debris, and the powerful war machinery of the past was torn in two, half buried in the earth, half covered by smoothies, and only a few edges and corners were still erected in the wind.

This is a cold and forgotten world, the wind and snow have lasted for nearly a thousand years, the water vapor on the planet has turned into ice crystals and snow sand because of the cold low temperature, and the sky is forever shrouded in dark clouds and snow sand, no light can be seen, dim and depressing.

The extremely low temperature not only makes it impossible for the planet to see living life, but also makes it difficult for even the most basic microorganisms such as bacteria to survive. This planet is an ancient battlefield left over from the Fifth Age, filled with extraordinary poisons and all kinds of strange radiation pollution.

If anyone else wants to come here, it's probably archaeologists who are willing to risk their lives with passionate curiosity.

Dressed in thick protective exoskeleton armor, Newman walked slowly through the cold wind and snow, the searchlight on his head and the scanner looked around for possible clues, and beside him, there were several self-discipline units that walked close to the ground to assist the scholar in his search.

A few minutes later, Newman found a cavity in the ruins, scanned it and found a road deep underground, and began to clear the debris of the buried passage.

With the help of the exoskeleton armor, he slowly moved the wreckage of the building that had overwhelmed the passage, and then asked the autonomic unit to assist in the excavation, and it took about 11 hours to clear a viable passage.

However, at this time, his physical strength was almost exhausted, and after entering the tunnel, he leaned against the wall and slept for six hours before resuming his actions.

Five days later, Newman made his way down the passage intermittently, encountering various obstacles of collapse and blockage, but fortunately he was well prepared, and finally passed one by one, and as he continued to descend, the temperature gradually rose, at least the water no longer froze.

Fingers scraped across the walls, and the greenish-glowing moss fell, catching the clear box Newman was keeping, then carefully sealing it and placing it in the collection box, he stood up and continued to move on, his gaze scanning the walls around him until he landed under a billboard.

The paper on the bulletin board had long since faded, but due to the harsh environment, there was no microbial corrosion, and it was still not degraded, allowing him to analyze the original handwriting on it with the help of a scanner.

[Safety* items, please **keep it low* state, the magic will make**discover, do not go out private*, all actions are**comply**, if found**please control**, do not ......]

At the bottom is 'Hydrofoil Rescue Seal'

According to the analysis of handwriting molecules, this should be the end of the Fifth Age, when wars were rampant, civilization was regressing, and delicate electronic products such as display screens were far less convenient than ancient paper notices.

(The term "Rescue Society" should have appeared about 4000 years after the Fifth Age, when most of the inhabited planets were occupied by 'nascent races', and the remaining proto-humans and branches had to hold each other together, while avoiding war, hunting, and struggling to survive on the polluted and radiated planet, so various forms of rescue societies were born.) ）

Newman looked up the information in the database, and then went further, this was what used to be the medical facility of the Rescue Society, and many of the remaining hospital beds and treatment tests could be found, and even some dried corpses could be found.

Although the intense radiation and poison damaged the environment, it also made it difficult for many microorganisms to survive and did not degrade these corpses, which is excellent research material for today's scientists to probe the situation of that era, and even extract the genes of extinct 'new races'.

After collecting several genetic samples and sampling data, Newman felt a sense of excitement and satisfaction, this expedition, although dangerous and life-threatening, but also worth it, his life was short, and he came here with the intention that if it failed, he would be buried in the ground and leave his body as some kind of sample for future generations.

But now it seems that he seems to be lucky, not only did he not die, but he was lucky to find this undiscovered place in the ruins.

Continuing to explore, he found many corpses one after another, and even many traces of battle along the way.

(This is ...... ）

He bent over to scrutinize the wreckage on the ground, and in the scanner's filter, the cheeks of the corpse had a bright red mark 'Non-Native Human'.

He carefully removed the graded scales of the silver powder with tweezers, put them in a small sealed bag, and then searched and analyzed them with the help of the records in the database, and finally found the description that matched.

[The Lightscales, one of the extinct 'newborn races', belong to the Dark Sun Erepers, named after the few shiny scales on their bodies, which are genetically modified products that allow them to efficiently induce the Aerica particles and generate special signals that can sense and connect with each other, and even resonate with each other, building networks and forging the throne of the gods.] ]

Compared to the original human races, the 'new races' always have various characteristics and strengths, which is why they were able to quickly replace the original humans in the early Fifth Age.

After carefully collecting this rare material, Newman continued to move forward, and there were more and more corpses along the way, and there were also many traces of cutting, burning, and piercing in the passage, and finally he even found the corpse of a Sequence 7 transcendent, such a high-level transcendent should also be a big man in the Fifth Age.

Dragged the corpses away, and then carefully scraped off the dried bloodstains, he looked at the closed door in front of him, a little hesitant and expectant.

There is no doubt that the two sides should be fighting for things behind the gate, one attacking, the other defending, but it is not known whether there is an escape channel behind this door, or if there is some treasure hidden.

(Let's do it, it's all here, if you give up for fear of some kind of danger, you really regret it.) ）

Anyway, he didn't live long, so he might as well take a gamble, Newman took out the hilt from the side waist of the exoskeleton armor, and then injected his own magic power, and with a 'buzz', the blue rushing lightsaber appeared in an instant.

He sliced the door slowly with the hilt of his sword, and the melted metal liquid and strange smoke filled the air, and if he hadn't been wearing a good protective suit, he might have been poisoned here in no time.

After a tense cut, the door finally fell, kicking up a puff of dust and rust, Newman put away his lightsaber and took two steps forward, feeling extremely weak and having to lean against the wall to catch his breath.

(I'm old, and the lightsaber can't swing anymore.) ）

He took advantage of the break to look around the room, and was slightly pleased to find that this was not an escape route, but some kind of high-end research laboratory, and the various equipment left in it had remained roughly unchanged to this day, and it seemed that the protection here was exceptionally good, even if the poison and radiation on the planet did not interfere with the inside of the laboratory.

He rested for a while and continued on, constantly examining the equipment in the area, hoping to find something resembling a memory chip or other recorded information, and finally his attention lingered on the outside of a closed dormant chamber.

There was a strange sensation that he hadn't opened yet, and he thought there should be some kind of living life inside.

However, this is indeed not an open place, and if there were any living creatures inside, I am afraid that they would die quickly from exposure to poison and radiation.

Holding the heavy dormancy chamber, Newman tried to move it, but found it still too heavy, so he summoned an auxiliary self-discipline unit and simply built a simple trailer on the spot before putting the dormant chamber on it.

After doing all this, he pulled the heavy dormancy chamber and walked out of the passage, but this time the return trip was not as easy as when he came.

In order to get the dormant chamber out, he had to stop dozens of times along the way to clear the passage, and it took him a full twelve days to return to the surface, by which time he had little supplies left with him.

There was still a long way to go from the ship's docking point, and in order to make a smooth return, Newman had to choose to abandon some less important specimens and supplies, and then calculate what was needed to return.

After that, he began the hardest part of the expedition, in the last half month, he ran out of food, and the water was constantly recycled with the help of a purifier, and finally his consciousness was close to blurring and trance, if it wasn't for the assistant AI to help him correct his direction and guide him to avoid a big blizzard, I am afraid that he would have been buried in some ruin.

Fortunately, the journey was finally over, and he returned to the ship's docking point, and took the heavy dormant chamber with him to the ship, and began the return journey.

After about 6 years of dormant faster-than-light travel, the spacecraft finally returned to the nearest federal space station, and everything on board was strictly sealed and monitored.

Three months later, after being reviewed and tested by a panel of experts, Newman and the dormant chamber were sent to a special research space station in another uninhabited space, where they were opened under surveillance.

"This is ......" Looking at the girl lying in the dormant warehouse, the people present couldn't help but be surprised, and then excitedly and expectantly launched various testing studies.

About a year later, after many innocuous examinations, analyses and studies, researchers were able to identify the girl.

"She's supposed to be a hybrid of a 'light scale' and a human adaptor." The genetic analysis chart is shown like this.

"Although she has inherited some of the specialties of the 'Light Scale Species', because of the genetic mixture of the adaptor, she cannot use the Light Scale to resonate with her thoughts, which means that she can cut off the 'network vein' and cannot become the basic node of the Throne of God."

"In order to prevent the 'nascent race' from being genetically contaminated by native humans, there was some kind of reproductive isolation at the beginning of their birth, and the birth of this girl broke this taboo."

"It is very likely that she is not the product of normal reproduction, but the experimental product of the original humans at that time in order to fight against the 'new race', that is, the product of genetic compilation, so that she can not only have the advantage of the 'light scale species', but also not become the nourishment node of the dark sun."

"It's no wonder that this rescue was wiped out by the 'Light Scale Species' at that time, probably because their plan was discovered and exposed."

"What should this girl do now, according to the current federal law, she is not qualified to be a 'person'."

"If nothing else, she may have to live in the laboratory for the rest of her life, or we can make her a living specimen of eternal sleep without waking her up."

Originally, the tone of the arrangement was set here, but when the excavator Newman woke up, he strongly opposed the decision.

"Why not bring her back to life? At present, she does not pose a threat to the existence of the Federation at all, and her birth is not the wish and miracle of those pioneers, who found another path back then, and if they follow this path, they may be able to end everything in the Fifth Age. ”

"I'm sorry, Dr. Newman, your idea is very dangerous, since the establishment of the Federation, all attempts to modify the genes of adaptors have been forbidden, in order to avoid a repeat of the scourge of the beginning of the Fifth Age."

"As for the possibility you mentioned, I don't agree that even if humans at that time could use this technology to gain the same advantages as the 'new race', but without the singer who connects everything, it will still be difficult for us to fight against the dark suns, and this is the greatness of the throne of the gods."

"However, humanity has been resting on its laurels for nearly a millennium, and since the end of the Fifth Age, all techniques for genetic modification of human beings have been banned, which has resulted in a limited lifespan for individuals and some remaining diseases and disabilities that are difficult to cure. I understand the dangers of modifying my genes, but if it stays like this, it's undoubtedly a stagnant stagnant thing. ”

"The current Federation is safe enough and strong enough, why can't we slowly restart these studies and find a way to avoid the birth of the dark sun and allow humanity to continue to evolve!"

"Dr. Newman, it's useless for you to tell me this, if you really want to change, then convince the big people in the Central Council, those representatives from many star fields, leaders in various fields, singers who represent the will of the people, with the permission of the Central Council, it is possible to change the federal constitution to realize your idea." The researchers pushed their glasses and rejected Newman's proposal.

"I'll do it."

For about 20 years after that, Newman campaigned on this matter, but his influence was undoubtedly like a pebble thrown into the sea, without any reaction, and the conceptual tradition of the Federation since its establishment made countless people choose to ban genetic modification, even if the human lifespan is limited.

As his body ages, Newman, who has all kinds of means, gradually feels that he has reached the limit of his life, and his time is running out.

This former Sequence 7 transcendent can only lie in a hospital bed for most of the future, slowly waiting for death to come.

However, just as he was about to give up and regret his death, fate played a joke again, and the sleeping girl woke up, and was also detected to have the talent of a singer.

The discovery shook the entire lab, and all news was then blocked, and after constant analysis, discussion, and even several heated debates by top scientists in the upper echelons of the Federation, the girl was finally granted freedom as a singer.

"Since she is a singer, it is Isenisa who will manifest, and we cannot stop her awakening and freedom."

"Give her a name, Dr. Newman, it's your honor."

"Name......" Newman thought weakly as he lay in the hospital bed.

"Because she was found in the Hydrofoil Rescue Society, she is also the conceptual heritage of the Hydrofoil Rescue Society, so she was given the surname Shui."

"She was born to fight against the dark sun, so she was named 'disgusted with the sun', and she hated the scorching sun on a sunny day, like a downpour that extinguished the flames."

"Okay, now officially register the identity of this singer, whose title is 'Wind Calyx Fruit' Shui Weiqing."

"The fruit wafting in the wind, grasped by the hand that was accidentally outstretched, is really a legendary singer, and her birth probably represents some kind of invisible will."

"The dusty sword of genetic compilation may gradually unseal because of her appearance, and whether it can be realized in the end depends on her influence in the Federation in the future as a singer."

After writing this sentence, the researcher slowly closed the notebook.

(End of chapter)