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Chapter 30 "Why Me" Part Two

I froze in place.

The professor glanced at me and said, "What are you thinking? There was no problem with the egg extraction process, but we found out after we fertilized the eggs. The cells were aging too fast. We tried rescue measures, but they only caused the fetus to be damaged." Become deformed. Human beings should have no chance in reproductive science, but we have one last solution here."

"What can I do?" I asked, taking a sip of the coffee in my hand.

"That's why I asked you to come here, to show you the Experimental Subject No. [-] we just discovered." The professor said.

"Experimental subject? No. [-]?" I muttered and walked toward the interior of the prison with the professor.

"We were shocked when we found him, but he is mankind's last hope." The professor said as he walked.

I nodded my head. Since it was the last hope of mankind, I wanted to take a look.

Could it be a hermaphrodite?

"Xiao Wei, do you think a normal person can escape from this prison?" the professor said.

I looked around and said, "How is it possible? How else can I escape from prison here?"

"No, no, no, someone crossed it twice," the professor said.

"Twice? Impossible?" I asked curiously.

"Twice, and they were both successful. This was the second time after he escaped from prison, he was captured and given a separate room," the professor said.

Along the way, the outermost inmates wore black and white stripes and were kept in separate rooms.

There was a door past one point inside, and the prisoners' clothes turned orange.

After passing another door, there were only a dozen people on this floor.

All blood red.

I asked the professor: "The color of the prison uniform indicates the severity of the prisoner, right?"

"You are very observant, but I heard that the red clothes were originally white. They fought and mutilated themselves. Soon the clothes could no longer be washed clean, and then they slowly evolved into red," the professor said.

I nodded my head.

The last door opens.

A clean corridor.

The walls of the room are made of glass.

In the small room in the center, a man was doing push-ups.

There was absolutely no privacy in his every move.

I patted the glass wall and said, "Why glass?"

"Don't underestimate this glass. This is super-tempered glass. The glass cover during the president's speech is made of this. Even the most powerful laser cannot penetrate it," the professor said.

"Then the innermost one is our experimental subject? But it looks like an ordinary person?" I said.

"Let me tell you about his deeds. When I first caught him. He was stealing cars, and the conviction was very light. He was only locked up in black and white clothes, but he escaped the second week." said the professor.

"Prison break? How is it possible?" I asked curiously.

"Killed three policemen in one breath and ran out of the main entrance," the professor said.

"Didn't anyone shoot?" I asked curiously.

"That night, there was fog," the professor said.

"Don't all guns have thermal imaging?" I asked doubtfully.

"This is what makes him so awesome. He put a blanket in the toilet sink in advance. Then he put it on and left. The cold and wet blanket absorbed the heat from his body. In the heavy fog, it disappeared without a trace. Traces." said the professor.

"So you got caught again?" I said.

"Well, when I caught him the second time, he was killing people. He was directly put into the orange cell on the second floor. After careful inspection, I found out that he killed eight people when he was first imprisoned. One month after he escaped, A total of thirteen people were killed," the professor said.

"Oh my God? Thirteen people?" I said in surprise.

Murder is now a serious crime among crimes, but because humans are no longer able to reproduce.The relative death penalty has been abolished because humans can no longer die casually.

"So what happened next? He should have escaped from prison once, right?" I asked.

"Yes, his second escape can be said to have shocked the entire prison." The professor said.

"How did he escape from prison the second time?" I said in surprise.

"Within a month, he started a civil unrest in the prison. Taking advantage of the chaos, he killed the prison guard guarding him and hid the prison guard in the closet. Then he disguised himself as a prison guard and walked out through the gate," the professor said.

"It can't happen, right? It's so bizarre," I said.

"So this time he was held in solitary confinement. Of course I asked him if he had any accomplices. He replied that he did, but the prisoners who knew him in the prison all said that he was a lone ranger." The professor said again.

"This? I won't admit that I am his accomplice?" I said.

"What everyone thought at first, but when he started to report the names of his accomplices, the last one he reported was actually the prison guard he killed. And the names he reported before were also the people he killed. " said the professor.

"What is all this?" I couldn't figure it out at all.

"Later, the prison invited a psychiatrist, who told him that he had accomplices. Because he did have [-] personalities in his mind, and these [-] personalities were all his accomplices," the professor said.

"Oh my God." I couldn't believe it.

"We need him now to save humanity from extinction," the professor said.

"He? Why him?" I asked in confusion.

In the innermost room, I stood with the professor.

In front of him is a prisoner who killed fifteen people, and he is also a prisoner with these sixteen personalities.

He was calm and looked at me and the professor.

I think he knew he couldn't hurt us as long as the glass door didn't open.

The professor said to the prison guard beside him: "Anesthetize him, we brought the permission order."

The prison guard opened the gate and green gas sprayed into the prisoner's room.

The prisoner covered his nose to dodge, and even picked up the water glass on the table, soaked it in the quilt, and covered his mouth and nose.

Then it was attached to the ground in order to at least inhale these gases.

I watched his actions and thought about what the professor had described to me.

Sure enough, it's too dangerous.Watch the prisoner until he faints on the floor, dying.

The professor pointed at me and said, "Go in, carry him on your back, and we'll go back to the laboratory."

"This? Professor. Is it safe?" I asked in a panic.

The prison guard said from the side: "Elephants will sleep for a whole day and night after smelling it, and people will be paralyzed after smelling it. It will be impossible to move for three days, so don't worry. If you are worried, I will give him a shot of diazepam."

I nodded immediately.

The prison guard opened the door and took out the syringe.

Just as he was about to bend down to inject, the prisoner covered the prison guard with a quilt.

Then, before anyone could react, he broke the prison guard's neck.

I almost instantly pressed the switch that the prison guard had opened the door just now.

I slapped it hard, hoping the door would close quickly.

But the prisoner jumped at me and choked me.

The other prison guards reacted and raised their guns, and the prisoner immediately raised me up in front of him.

I saw the syringe on the prisoner's leg, halfway inserted.

I immediately squeezed the needle in.

In an instant, the prisoner collapsed.

I lost my mind looking at the prisoner's appearance.

The professor hid behind the prison guard and said, "Okay, Xiaowei. Take him away."

I shook my head helplessly, calming myself down and carrying him.

I carried him on my back, just as the professor said. .

A week later, in the underground laboratory of State B.

I received an invitation from my professor to participate in the final step of the experiment.

Super tempered glass exactly like the prison.

Surround the prisoner in a small circular vessel.

The hands and feet have been amputated, leaving only the neck as a movable area.

I looked at the professor and said, "Why is that?"

"The purpose of cutting off the limbs is to give him less space to move, which reduces physical exertion. It makes the organs age more slowly, which makes it easier for us to complete the Deep Blue Project," the professor said.

"Deep Blue Project?" I said.

"We don't have the technology to make the whole world immortal, but we still have the technology to make one person immortal," the professor said.

"You mean you want him to live forever?" I pointed at the prisoner and said.

"Yes, the second step of the Deep Blue Project is to use a computer to simulate a human world and a nuclear bomb button. Then put a VR device on the prisoner to make at least one of the prisoner's personalities [-]% believe that the button was actually pressed," the professor said.

I thought about the professor's logic and let him kill the whole world in his mind.

Then he has a personality all over the world.

"But can he have so many personalities?" I said.

Everyone present looked at me in surprise.

"We don't know whether we can succeed, but the potential of the human brain is unlimited," the professor said.

"Is this the last hope for mankind? But? Can the infinite personality in a person's mind be regarded as the continuation of mankind?" I said.

"Scientifically, because he is a human being. Of course the people in his mind are also human beings. The start button of this program is now in front of us. Originally it was the president who pressed it. Of course he does not support this plan but he is not opposed to it either. So we The only choice is to have someone press it for him, and I give this opportunity to you now," the professor said.

"Why me?" I said.

"Because no matter how you deceive prisoners, it is more real than truly destroying all mankind. And it is most appropriate for you to bear the crime of killing all mankind." The professor said, grabbing my hand and placing it on the button. .

Press gently. . .

Afterwards, explosions came continuously from above.

"Is this a real nuclear bomb button?" I said.

But people around me have begun to commit suicide one by one.

and many more.

Make at least one of the prisoner's personalities think that he has destroyed the world.

Make at least one of the prisoner's personalities think that he has destroyed the world.

Make at least one of the prisoner's personalities think that he has destroyed the world.

I closed my eyes, my mind racing.

I opened my eyes again.

I was soaked in a blue petri dish with all my limbs amputated.

In front of me is the laboratory, which is already covered with dust.

There are still several skeletons in front of me. I don’t know how long they have been dead.

This dream seems to have come to an end again. Who will be given the first perspective this time?It seems like everyone has done it more than once. It’s really hard to choose.

Music rang faintly in my ears again.

"Someone is looking for a deserted subway station.
There is someone walking on the sidewalk in destiny

Someone is cooking in the middle of the kitchen

There were people arguing and fighting on the edge of the bedroom.

How is it different when you look at others than when you look at yourself?

Does it hurt sometimes?
Maybe these people have different processes and the same goals

Maybe we are among them. . . . "

(Today is November 2017, 11. I saw a female reader on the Tieba forum after reading my story. She thought that I hate women and that women are just reproductive tools. She also over-interpreted some plots and pointed out that the author’s human nature is distorted. Here is a comment You can't apologize. I'm sorry. It's my fault that you have such strange thoughts. I love my girlfriend very much. And I was also raised by my mother. I have never hated anything. I also wrote about the demise of mankind. No fewer than ten times. If you think I am anti-human because of this, then it is really the writer’s misfortune. Thousands of years ago, the Literary Prison implicated nine ethnic groups. Nowadays, online public opinion is not as good as before...)
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