I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 177 175. The Soulless (4K)

When Greg was walking through the street, he could feel the eyes of the surrounding buildings cast towards him. Occasionally, there would be pedestrians in strange clothes in the street, but when he saw him from a distance, he took the initiative to hide in the walls on both sides. Building, as if he were some horrible monster.

Therefore, the only living things that Greg saw clearly here were various "creatures" lying on the side of the road. He saw several different unknown creatures, which only had a small amount of similarity with the animals that Greg knew, and their entire bodies There are not low degrees of mechanical transformation.

His ability to control metal has theoretical advantages when facing them, but considering the strength of those black brains and the huge size of these mechanical creatures, Grek doubts whether he can really persist in surviving in front of them.

But it also reminded him of one thing.

Although it can't be seen, Mira, who looks like a beautiful human woman, probably has a lot of metal transformation on her body, just like her father whose whole body has been replaced by mechanical structures.

When he was in that town, he also saw creatures with mechanical structures on their bodies.

And there are two different humanoid corpses there, one of which is a robot composed entirely of mechanical structures, and the other is a "human" with a highly mechanized part of the body. Mira and other residents here seem to be the latter.

Although the robots lying in the town look like humans at first glance, they are actually not specially made to be real—it seems that the purpose of the people who made them is not anthropomorphic.

With a simple touch, you can feel that they have a completely different material from the skin, otherwise he would not have noticed the difference so quickly at that time.

Although Mira was driving a mechanical armor when she appeared on the stage, she should still have a lot of flesh and blood on her body, which is completely different from her father. Greg suspects that this is because the latter wants to use this to delay himself. of aging.

Most of the dead in that town were not very mechanized either.

Mira led him to a building about 20 meters high. Gretel didn't tell the difference between the building in front of him and other buildings, but he could still vaguely feel its uniqueness.

While Mira looked over, the front door automatically moved to the sides.

The middle-aged male Antome, who had put on his skin, was waiting for them. He looked at Greg peacefully, with a kind smile on his face:
"You've seen our town, how does it compare to the city you used to live in?"

Greg replied honestly:
"I think there are some things here that I can't understand, but in fact, the world I lived in before is not as simple as it seems on the surface. If I want to say it, here and that are just two cities with their own characteristics."

Antom smiled and said:

"Our town here is just an ordinary rural place, and there are no new things that have been developed recently. If there is a chance, I can take you to the big cities to have a look. There are still many ancient artifacts that are unbelievable in my opinion. .

"However, it seems that a few decades ago, there was still a clear gap between your city and this place. Your progress is very fast."

Greg agreed:

"That's right, the changes in the past few decades may have caught up with the past few hundred years."

Antoum shook his head when he heard this:

"Don't you think that's weird.

"I have been in contact with outsiders when I was young, and the speed of technological development they talk about is quite weird in my eyes.

"Especially the fact that you no longer use technologies whose principles are not yet understood among the people. You only disclose those theories that are completely controllable, and hide magic, mind skills, and strange skills behind the scenes. Don't you know that using them can be harmful to you? What amazing changes have been made to the existing life?

"In fact, as long as you think carefully, you will realize that the development of many technologies does not conform to the laws of production. In fact, some smart people among you may have noticed this, and they may even deduce the reasons for it-you are not entirely developing technology.

"Many times you are picking up what you have lost. In the era when our ancestors appeared, many of the technologies you are using now have been eliminated for many years. The electrical age is a distant past. What you once mastered completely surpassed yours. imagination.

"But it's a pity that those ancient technologies were completely torn to pieces in ancient wars, and you only picked up the smallest pieces, and more were left on the land where you stand today. "

Greg looked at Antom expectantly, making no secret of his desire for the truth:
"What does it mean?"

Antoum also answered his questions:
"You must have heard of the gods, right?"

He nodded:
"Gods of the Confederacy, I live on the land where they stand."

Antoum asked without a trace:
"Is the Confederacy ruled by the gods?"

Greg quickly shook his head and said:
"Of course not. It is under the control of the federal government. The gods of the Southern Federation have their own people. I have heard of some strong sons of the gods, but they are far from being able to challenge the federation.

"However, they do have considerable power in the Southern Federation, because many human beings with secular and abnormal power are their believers, but this is limited to this land, and the gods have no excessive behavior. "

Antom was quite satisfied with his answer:

"In other words, the current federation and other abnormal forces can still restrain them?"

Greg nodded:
"That's right, is there something wrong with them?"

An Tuom raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder and said:

"I just said that a long time ago, you humans had a technological level that far surpassed today's. At that time, various disciplines reached a fairly prosperous era. Many things mentioned in their ancient books are like miracles in our eyes today. In our ancient mythology...

"Create an intelligent race."

Greg blinked, already somewhat anticipating what the other party was about to say.

Antoum didn't immediately get to the point:
"Your ancestors called me and my people Titans of Flesh.

"The word Titan means one who challenges the gods, and this is the truth of your technological backwardness today.

"By the way, have you ever been to Li Township?"

Greg asked:
"The town with the dead bodies?"

Antom nodded and said:

"Some of the dead there were our brethren, and others were mechanical titans who shared our fate.

"There was a war between humans in the past and the gods who are now trapped in the Confederacy, and we and them were born in that time.

"You created us and the Mechanical Titans based on your own templates. Although we have many subtle differences from you, and we all have a mental model that is highly consistent with yours.

"You may not be able to imagine how much those creatures of metal resemble you.

"And there is only one decisive difference between you and us.

"That means we will not be parasitized by the gods."

Greg still couldn't understand:

"Won't be parasitized?"

An Tuom raised the corner of his mouth slightly:

"As I said, the gods are horrible creatures that exist in the minds of all human beings.

"So as long as there are people alive, they cannot perish. Every living human being is their source of strength. There are also some special individuals among the gods who can easily invade the minds of mortals, which troubled the human beings at that time.

"They need a strong army to fight the gods, but there are many problems with using human soldiers. The lowest level warriors are not equipped to fight the gods, and they can't fight the fear in their own minds.

"So humans created us and the mechanical titans, and dumped us to the front line like taking out garbage, to participate in this great and holy war as biological and mechanical weapons, to fight against the servants of the terrible gods.

"How evil are the gods, that they enslave innocent creatures to fight their enemies."

There was a bit of mockery on Antoum's face:
"Just like you humans."

The expression on his face didn't stay for long, and immediately returned to the peacefulness just now:
"In the earliest days, we and the mechanical titans were your slaves, instilled by you with the instructions to fight the gods, and were produced continuously like domestic animals, and then took the equipment and left the petri dish, and ran to the front line of the war to end Our short lives."

"But I can also understand what you're doing.

"In fact, your enslavement of us stems from a simple misunderstanding.

"Your ancestors thought we were not living beings. The reason why we and the mechanical titans are not afraid of the gods is that neither we nor they have souls."

Greg looked at him in astonishment:
"what?"

Antoum raised his hand to signal that he needn't be so surprised:

"The ancient humans called us flesh and blood Titans because we are purely made of flesh and blood. The scientists among you know very well that the so-called exchange of matter and information in cells can make a body move.

"Electrical signals and chemical transmitters can form an idea in themselves.

"And the consciousness of the mechanical titans is also a signal change within a few chips. The information technology experts among you have created a set of intelligent algorithms that can perfectly simulate human consciousness activities, so that they can respond to external stimuli in the same way as you.

"Even though we're just a blob of basic stuff that follows a certain pattern, we still smile and cry.

"This is the greatest thing your ancestors have ever done—creating two intelligent races that are not afraid of the gods."

Antom said:
"You mean, you who stand in front of me have no soul and spirit at all?"

Antoum nodded proudly:

"Yes, we don't have your flaws.

"Because there is no mind, the gods cannot interact with our purely informational heads, and we isolate them in the mind dimension.

"After several times of resistance and communication, your ancestors also realized that we are living creatures. We have reached a covenant and terms. We will still participate in this war to repay your kindness of creation, but we must be respected. due rights.

"In a situation like this, some of you wise ones immediately think of one thing.

"Actually, in a sense, we are your heirs, your continuation, and at the same time...

"We are you, but without a soul.

"At that time, the direction of our war with the gods was not yet clear, and the fear of failure pervaded all human beings. A great wise man proposed an idea that could defeat the gods.

"We and the mechanical Titans are basically similar to you in terms of consciousness, so the wise man thinks that we can actually be considered human beings. He proposed to transform all humans into flesh and blood or mechanical Titans through biochemical transformation or data transmission.

"As long as there are no human beings with souls, the gods will cease to exist."

Greg swallowed:

"This plan didn't go well, did it?"

Antom smiled and said:

"Of course, otherwise why would you still stand in front of me.

"The opponents among you think that although we are living creatures, we are no longer the same species as you. They think that apart from the memory and the particles that carry it, the existence of the soul is also an indispensable proof for your survival.

"The fear of death has put this plan on hold, and the outcome is obvious - your cowardice has kept the gods alive."

Gleick disagrees with him:

"Although I don't know what the soul is, I believe that my ancestors were not stupid."

Antom said noncommittally:

"Maybe."

"I didn't say it was a fault, but the fact is that the gods still exist, and these creatures that are far more evil and terrifying than your ancestors are still eyeing the whole world, and may make a comeback at any time.

"And your compatriots are the bodies they entrust."

Greg said cautiously:

"Perhaps I should carry the news back and let my people fight the gods?"

Antom showed a meaningful smile:
"No, no need.

"I don't think you can defeat the gods. If the current gods are as weak as they have been starved for thousands of years, then you and your ancestors are like babies and adults.

"You have no chance of winning. It is only a matter of time before the gods win."

The premise is that only humans enter this war.

Antom paused and said:

"Now that you know our origins and the truth about the gods, then you should be able to understand my excessive demands.

"First of all, I want to let you know the situation of the outside world through you, and you can survive, but you will never return to your original world in this life. We can't let our situation be exposed to the gods of the Southern Federation.

"Secondly..."

There was an inexplicable color in his eyes:
"You have to erase your own flaws in order to be eligible to survive here."

Greg looked terrified:
"What defect are you talking about?"

Antom replied:

"You have to become our compatriots. My purpose here is to protect this tower and the titan weapons in it, including a soul removal machine that can transform you into new humans."

Greg shook his head again and again:
"How can I be alive if all I'm left with are moving cells and particles?"

Antom looked at him and said:
"Look at me, the soul is not a necessary condition for you to live as a human being, there is only a slight gap between me and your body.

"Don't you think I'm not a living thing? Don't you think your flesh and blood head doesn't have its own will at this moment? No, it's just that the design of your body is flawed, and you need an organ called the soul to provide nutrients for survival.

"We are the same."

(End of this chapter)