631.Changed People·3
631.Changed People · 3 (Page 2/2)
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I was really obsessed at the time. Why did I do this in my laboratory? It was all Xiao Lumi’s fault! It gave me damn curiosity, and now it's dragging me to hell..”
Sister Cement lamented.
She is a strong-willed person who is also stubborn and confident..
She knew very well that her scientific literacy was nothing compared to the black technology mastered by Alpha Company. The device she made was just the poorest imitation of that incomprehensible method. Fortunately, she had some knowledge of quantum interference theory before. learn.
But she has no confidence at all whether the crap she made with her own hands is useful..
Although those who "protected" her repeatedly proposed "experimenters" who could bring her life, they were all rejected by Sister Cement. On the one hand, she did not want to get blood on her hands. If her junk was really useful, then Turning on your phone for the first time may very well be your only hope for freedom..
How can you give such hope to others?？
she is a scientist.
She hopes to prove her results by herself, and is eager to save herself when in crisis instead of waiting for others to descend from the sky..
“Start recording the experiment and prepare to turn on the computer. I pray that this thing will not turn my brain into a pot of pig brains..”
Sister Cement said something, then took a few deep breaths and started the thirty-second countdown to boot..
At the same time, outside the one-way glass of the laboratory, two tall Forboles were paying close attention to all this, and the taller adjutant whispered：
“Sir! Would it be too risky for her to try it herself? What if she kills herself?.”
“The drawings have been collected, and the new device is already being assembled. We have found many researchers to confirm the principle of this thing, and we have come to the conclusion that this thing is just like a suicide device. Of course, some people firmly say that this has never been done before. I have had fantastic ideas, but no one dares to give a confirmed answer as to whether it can really connect to another world..”
The chief said in a cold tone：
“This is most likely just a project to swindle funds, but our people have confirmed that "Real Alien" exists. We have sent many people to try to get the real thing. In the style of that mysterious organization, which has begun to recruit testers, It's just a matter of time before we get the real thing.
Therefore, this woman’s life and death are actually not that important..
She's just a backup.
Psychologists have analyzed her various behaviors and concluded that this guy is not a person who would commit suicide out of despair. She is probably not committing suicide in any way..
So let her try.
All the data she obtains will be recorded, and all her research results are ours..
Haha, a poor little yellow cat trying to escape from the hunter's clutches.
She can't change the world！
You can continue to watch here. I have to go back. The last report attracted the attention of many big people. You have to understand that whether another world exists is a very serious issue..
But now, we are seriously lagging behind our opponents. If the arrogant and stupid Congressmen don't approve more funds, it will be useless for us elite soldiers and generals to work hard..
Ha, what a good excuse！”
“beep”
Just as these words fell, the lights in the entire corridor and even the laboratory were extinguished in an instant, and the backup energy was activated in the next second. Apparently, Sister Cement's startup used up all the battery in the laboratory..
Sister Cement, who was lying in the instrument, felt countless light spots flashing in front of her eyes at this moment..
Like the snowflakes on a disturbed TV, she could feel that her consciousness seemed to be separated from her body for a few seconds, but because there was no accurate anchor point, she had no idea where to go..
At the moment when she felt that her consciousness was about to return to her body, Sister Cement shouted in her heart：
“Hello! No matter who it is! Be it aliens, gods or demons, if you can hear it, please help me! I'm stuck with a bunch of assholes, help me！”
“Swish”
She opened her eyes the next second, and then a sharp pain surged from all parts of her body..
The heartbreaking pain made Sister Cement let out a shrill scream. Her whole body shook and fell to the ground, but her hands and feet did not obey the command..
Apparently it was because of the lack of key "mental protection" in the process of consciousness leaving the body and returning, making her feel like a soul that had been roughly stuffed into a body. It was like a process of "taking over the body", the mind and body Her perfect adaptation was disrupted, making it difficult for her to even control her facial expressions..
Snot, tears, and even blood oozed from the ears and eyes..
This scene frightened the two Fobol officers who were watching. Immediately, medical staff rushed into the laboratory and carried Sister Cement onto a stretcher and sent her to the infirmary..
“Tsk tsk, the attempt failed..”
The tall adjutant looked at the stopped equipment in front of him with regret, turned to the commander and said：
“The little yellow cat played herself to death. It’s so miserable. She actually fits my taste..”
“fail? No.”
The officer squinted his eyes and looked at the device that had just "created" a useless person in front of him, and he whispered：
“It's just less than 100% successful. Send our people over and let them continue to study and improve this thing, and start recruiting experimenters.！
This country lacks everything except those worthless consumables. The pandemic is so serious, and the sudden disappearance of some people who are usually not noticed will not cause any problems, right?？
For the first phase of the trial, let’s recruit 300 people first. We won’t wait until it’s not enough..”
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“Um？”
At night in the swamp, Murphy, who had just completed a "double date" with Tris, suddenly opened his eyes on the comfortable bed. He glanced at the empty place next to him. Tris would definitely be in the exhibition hall. Somewhere trying to learn the knowledge of the Creator.
She is a standard vampire night owl and will not waste time resting in the wonderful dark night like Murphy..
But the Governor was touching his head in confusion. He seemed to have heard a woman shouting something in his sleep just now. Unfortunately, he was too far away and could not hear the content at all..
He stood up, walked to the control console in his pajamas, and ordered the curator's assistant Iron Beetle No. 1 to arrive.：
“Check the system to see if anything strange happened fifteen seconds ago.”
“Curator, please wait a moment.！”
The Iron Beetle immediately started the program of the monitoring station. A light curtain appeared in front of Murphy's eyes and began to go through the monitoring records just now. Murphy didn't expect to find any problems. He poured himself a cup of hot tea and just drank it. The tea in my mouth spurted out immediately..
A response message is recorded in the light curtain in front of you：
【External unknown call signal captured! The other party has a passive calling mode. It is determined that its technical capabilities are very backward and its calling method is very clumsy and has no research value.！】
“There actually is？”
Murphy wiped his mouth and ordered：
“Can I track the specific coordinates of the other party?？”
“Please wait, the tracer call starts.”
The picture on the light screen suddenly changed.
As Murphy watched in surprise, the data simulated the rotation of the sea of stars, and quickly narrowed the field of view to allow Murphy to see a "cosmic egg" with countless star points, and then the tracking arrow kept jumping in the ocean-like void and finally connected to it. In another "cosmic egg".
The screen began to zoom in, and finally a very familiar blue planet appeared in front of Murphy's eyes..
The perspective of the picture continues to expand until it finally locks on an island off the coast of the Windward Islands..
After a few seconds, the tracking program even outlined Sister Cement’s face and body shape, and projected all her life data..
“Um? Rapid deterioration of vitality caused by mismatch between mind and body? Is this guy dying? Is it so miserable? Tsk, isn’t this just another Afeng?？”
Murphy blinked..
He knows that the development team may have to "meddle" with reality again, and he will get an unwilling "Murphy's descendant".
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