- Sixty years ago, Earth.

"As you can see. ”

The middle-aged man in the white lab coat put on a humble and flattering smile, nodding his head from time to time, like an enthusiastic but crappy salesman trying to sell off a piece of garbage.

"This is the first batch of products, and according to the demand, we have reshaped the gene fragments, whether it is computing power, locomotor power or adaptability to nanomachines, which is much better than the regular civilian model. Based on this batch, we will continue to improve production based on the data from the experiment. ”

"The important thing is whether you can come up with results that satisfy the above, and the hard work and pressure experienced below, the big people above will not care. ”

Wearing the same style of white coat, the hunchbacked old man turned his face sideways, and his eerie face like a jailer turned to one side.

"What are those guys doing?"

"You're talking about...... Oh, it's the nurturing group. ”

Looking at the female nurses who were smiling with their newborn babies in their arms, the middle-aged man just breathed a sigh of relief, and the old man's reptilian voice sounded again.

"I knew it was the nurturing group. What I want to know is what's so funny about that kind of thing?"

"Maybe it's a relationship between women, after all, motherhood is human nature, and when I see a newborn baby, I ......"

Motherhood is a quality that only noble human beings have. The life born through the womb of a woman, the miracle of nature, this is the human being, this is the human being who deserves to be endowed with maternal love. Giving maternal love to domestic animals that have been mass-produced from artificial wombs and are not yet known to be put to good use? It is too imprudent! You can't tell the difference between humans and domestic animals, and you can't even figure this out, so it's better to get out of here as soon as possible!"

The cafes screeched against the metal floor, and the white coats hurriedly lowered their heads, and the laughter of the previous one disappeared. Only the electronic sound from the bottom accompanies the old man's hysterical speech.

Far from the upper layer of power and paranoia, the bottom layer is like a honeycomb stands a dense translucent oval-shaped container, filled with blue liquid of unknown purpose, the top of the container is neatly arranged on the screen, various waveforms, data, and text flash across the screen, and under the cold light of inorganic matter, the outline of a fetus emerges in the translucent container.

Carrying the cold light and the roar of the Creator, the unformed limbs swayed slightly.

- Forty-five years ago, Earth.

With empty expressions, the children lined up in front of the iron railing, both men and women, children with black hair and red eyes were dressed in hospital gowns that were no different from prison uniforms, and under their feet, the organic matter decomposition furnace was boiling and tumbling, and the same faces with huge wounds on their foreheads that could not be repaired gradually submerged into the decomposition fluid.

At a time when the earth's environment has completely collapsed, crematoriums have become an unattainable luxury, and if the mountains of corpses piled up due to failed experiments are not disposed of in time, the ecological circle in the base will collapse sooner or later. In order to maintain the ecological cycle, and to ensure the survival of the test subjects in the base, the failed products were used to the maximum.

All corpses are to be decomposed and reduced to basic substances, which can be used as feed and drinking water for other test subjects, and before that, all failed products are to have their brains removed and completely disassembled and scanned in the laboratory.

"Judging from the current data, the overall performance of the new products is stable, and the performance alone can basically meet the demand. The only problem was that in pursuit of computational performance and adaptability to nanomachines, most of the subjects developed affective cognitive impairment after repeated genetic manipulation. If you go to the front line as a consumable, it is no problem, but the military has asked for 'intelligence warfare capabilities'. Such an expressionless herd of domestic animals is really ......"

Compared to five years ago, the middle-aged man's waist is straighter and his voice is more confident, but the biggest change is the name of the test subject, who no longer has any resistance to the word "domestic animal".

"Even if they are taught what to react and when, what kind of etiquette gestures and expressions should be performed on which occasion. These animals still don't understand what feelings are, and they will definitely be exposed on the spot. There are many individuals who can express emotions like humans, but this group of pigs can't even fuse nanometals, even the lowest dose of injection fusion will be scrapped on the spot, and it can't be expected to be useful. ”

"If not, it can be separated from some individuals, scanned and stored and transplanted to other livestock. ”

The wrinkles on the old man's face deepened, as if the goosebump hanging from his face was mottled with old age spots, which looked even more eerie.

"Genetically speaking, they are all highly similar individuals, and it is not impossible to integrate memory and emotional knowledge with each other. ”

"But in this way, the loss rate ......"

The brain is a difficult object for any medical professional to deal with, and even with technological advances, the success rate of scanning and copying all the neural distributions in an emotional area of the brain into artificial intelligence and transplanting them into other brains is still quite low. Even if the operation is successful, for a life that does not know what joy, anger and sorrow are, and has been treated as a domestic animal since birth, can the congenital lacking part be able to cope with various situations perfectly by relying on one or two external emotional replication circuits, without revealing that he is actually emotionless?

"One or two is not enough, so increase the number to make up for it. Gather the batches of those defective products, thoroughly educate them on etiquette, tell them what joys, sorrows, and sorrows are, and when the results of education are ripe, they will harvest a large number again. After integration, it is then transplanted to individuals who have been found to meet the criteria for use. Don't worry about money, the boss is very happy with our progress, and has added a budget, no matter how many test subjects there are, we can produce them. Even if you die a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million, it's no problem. As long as we can finally build the military's ideal 'ultimate weapon', when the time comes, the orders will be piled up on the desk like snowflakes, and we will become heroes to save the planet and humanity, enjoying the money that will never be spent in a lifetime." Therefore, some waste at this stage is inevitable and tolerated. Those piglets should be honored to be able to contribute to the Creator Humans. ”

"You're talking about ......"

The stunned was only a momentary thing, and the middle-aged man quickly regained his humble smile.

- Thirty-seven years ago, Earth.

In this way, it is finally done, and the simulated emotion AI synthesized from nearly 100,000 emotional data is running well, and the rest is the trial operation of the retraction furnace. ”

"If you look closely, don't you think it's disgusting? It's obviously a murder weapon, but it has a human face, and it doesn't grow old with the skin of a little kid...... Now implant that thing again...... It's like a monster possessed by the undead. ”

"What does it matter. Because it is a weapon, it is easy to grow old and weak, so it has no value. Until the damage is beyond repair, it will continue to fight, which is the ideal weapon. Then again, if you don't have a family and don't have tomorrow's livestock, it's not a big deal if you don't grow up, after all, no one cares about livestock. ”

"That's right......"

- Now.

"Miserable, miserable, miserable - what's not good, it's because it's miserable...... It is only for this reason that he chooses to join the flames of war and become the enemy of the world. ”

As if the words condensed from murderous aura overflowed the air with the heat that stinged the skin, the silvery fluid mimicking the human face spit out an incomparably dim, heavy, viscous sound.

It was a voice of envy, hatred, and resentment—the voice of the dead.

Obviously still alive.

It's not like us.

Obviously, there is still a chance to regret and start over.

There's something we don't have - tomorrow.

"I don't admit it. ”

The undead cried out through the mouth of the silver fluid:

"Such a stupid claim, I will never admit it. ”