Chapter 1462: Thirty. What makes people (5)

?Sixty years ago, the earth.
"As you can see."
The middle-aged man in a white coat put on a humble and flattering smile, nodding his head from time to time, like a passionate but crappy salesman who wanted to sell a piece of trash.
"This is the first batch of products. According to the demand, we have reshaped the gene fragments. Whether it is computing power, sports ability or adaptability to nanomachines, it is much better than conventional civilian models. Next we will use this Based on the batch, continuous improvement production based on the data fed back from the experiment."
"The important thing is whether you can come up with satisfactory results above, the hard work and pressure experienced below, those big people above will not care."
Wearing a white coat of the same style, the hunched old man turned his face sideways, and his sullen face turned to the side like a jailer.
"What are those guys doing?"
"You're talking about...oh, it's the caregiver."
Looking down at the female nurses who were holding their newborn babies and smiling, the middle-aged man had just breathed a sigh of relief, and the old man's voice resembling a reptile sounded again.
"I know it's a caregiver. What I want to know is what's so funny about that kind of thing?"
"Maybe it is a female relationship, after all, motherhood is human nature, seeing a newborn baby, so..."
"What a fool! Motherhood is a quality that exists only between noble human beings. Life born through the womb of a woman, a natural miracle, this is the human being, and this is the human being worthy of maternal love. I’m not sure if you can use useful livestock to give maternal love? It’s too cautious! You can’t tell the difference between humans and domestic animals. You can’t even figure out how to get rid of them as soon as possible!"
The crutches knocked on the metal floor and made a harsh noise. The white coats lowered their heads, and the previous laughter disappeared. Only the electronic sound from the lowest level accompanies the hysterical speech of the old man.
Far away from the upper layer of power and paranoia, the bottom layer is like a honeycomb. A dense translucent elliptical container is filled with blue liquid of unknown purpose. The screen is neatly arranged above the container. Various waveforms, data, and text Flashing across the screen, the outline of the fetus emerged from the translucent container under the cold light of inorganic matter.
Carrying the icy light and the creator's roar, the unformed limb swayed slightly.
Forty-five years ago, the earth.
Children with empty expressions lined up in front of the iron railing, regardless of gender. Children with black hair and red pupils were wearing uniforms that were no different from prison uniforms. Under their feet, the organic decomposition furnace was boiling and rolling, one by one. The same face with a huge wound that could not be repaired on the forehead gradually submerged in the decomposing fluid.
When the earth's environment has completely collapsed, the crematorium has become an unreachable luxury item. If the mountains of corpses piled up because of the failure of the experiment cannot be disposed of in time, the ecosystem in the base will sooner or later collapse. In order to maintain the ecological cycle, in order to protect the survival of the experimental body in the base, those failed products were made the maximum use.
All corpses will be decomposed and reduced to basic substances, which will be used as feed and water for the survival of other subjects. Before then, all the failed products will be removed from the brain, which will be completely decomposed and scanned in the laboratory.
"From the current data, the overall performance of the new product is stable, and it can basically meet the needs only in terms of performance. The only problem is to pursue computing performance and adaptability to nanomachines. After repeated genetic operations, most of the experiments Emotional cognitive impairments have appeared in the body. If it is no problem to go to the front line as a consumable, the military has asked for'capability of intelligence warfare.' Such a group of expressionless domestic animals is really..."
Compared with five years ago, the middle-aged man's waist plate was straightened and his voice was a little more confident, but the biggest change was the title of the experimental body-now he has no resistance to the term "domestic animal".
"Even if you instill relevant knowledge, let them understand when to react, what kind of ceremonial actions and expressions should be carried out on what occasions. This group of animals still don't understand what emotions are, and they will be exposed on the spot. There are some failures. Many individuals can express emotions like humans, but this group of pigs can’t even fuse nano metal, even the lowest dose of injection fusion will be scrapped on the spot, and it can’t be expected to come in handy.

"If not, separate them from some individuals, scan and store them and transplant them to other livestock."
The wrinkles on the old man's face were deeper, as if the chicken skin hanging down from the face was matched with mottled old men's spots, and it looked even more dreadful.
"In terms of genetics, they are highly similar individuals, and it is not impossible to merge memory and emotional knowledge with each other."
"But in this way, the loss rate..."
The brain is an intractable object for any medical expert. Even if the technology advances, the nerve distribution of the emotional area in one brain is scanned and copied to artificial intelligence, and then transplanted into other brains, the success rate is still quite low. Even if the operation is successful, for a life that has been treated as a domestic animal since birth, the part that is congenitally lacking, can rely on one or two external emotional replication circuits to perfectly cope with various conditions, Isn't it true that you don't expose yourself?
"One or two is not enough, then increase the number to make up. Collect the batches of those defective products, thoroughly implement etiquette education on them, tell them what is joy and sadness, and wait until the education results are mature, and then harvest a lot. Integration Afterwards, it is transplanted to the individual who has been found to meet the use standard. Don’t worry about the money. The above is very satisfied with our progress. The budget has been added. No matter how many experimental bodies, we can produce it. Even if a thousand deaths, Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million is no problem. As long as the military can finally produce the ideal "ultimate weapon", the order will fill up the desk like snow flakes, and we will become heroes to save the earth and humanity And enjoy the money that will last forever. Therefore, a little waste at this stage is inevitable and allowed. Those piglets can contribute to the creator human adult, they should be honored."
"You are talking about..."
The consternation was only a momentary thing, and the middle-aged man quickly recovered his humble smile.
Thirty-seven years ago, the earth.
"In this way, it's finally done. The simulated emotion AI, which is synthesized by combining nearly 100,000 emotion data, works well. The rest is the trial operation of the retreat furnace."
"Look closely, don't you think it's disgusting? Obviously it's a murder weapon, but it has a human face, and it's not going to grow old with the skin sac of a little ass...now implant that thing again. ......It's just a monster possessed by the undead."
"It doesn’t matter. Because it’s a weapon, it’s easy to grow old and weak, and it’s worthless. Until it is damaged until it can’t be repaired, it’s going to fight. This is the ideal weapon. It’s no big deal if you don’t grow up, after all, no one cares about livestock."
"That's right..."
--just now.
"It's miserable, miserable, actually miserable-what's bad, actually because of miserable... just for this reason chose to join the war and be enemies with the world."
It seems that the words formed by the murderous condensate overflow the heat that stings the skin in the air~EbookFREE.me~ The silver fluid of the mimicking adult face spit out a very dark, heavy and sticky sound.
It was full of envy, hate, and resentment—the voice of the undead.
Obviously still alive.
Obviously different from us.
Obviously there are opportunities to repent and come back.
There is obviously something we don't have-tomorrow.
"I will never admit it."
The undead shouted through the mouth of silver fluid:
"I would never admit such a stupid claim."
Dear, click in and give a good comment. The higher the score, the faster the update.It is said that the beautiful wife was found at the end of the new full score!
Mobile phone station new revision and upgrade address:, data and bookmarks are synchronized with the computer station, no ads fresh reading!