Rebirth 2009: Synthetic God

At the same time, Hong Kong Kowloon, World Trade Building.

The entire skyscraper above the 103rd floor belongs to the Le Carlton Hotel.

But the middle two floors of the hotel have been sealed off six months ago.

Half a year later, most people have forgotten this change. The elevator numbers were changed from the 103rd floor to the 116th floor, but the top floor of the building was actually 118.

Except for regular guests who often come and stay, few people would notice that two floors were missing, but even if they did, they would not think about it in detail and would just treat it as some kind of planning change.

Here is the location of Zhou Rui and Omar's secret deal, a "life extension treatment center" that is unknown to others.

Zhou Rui originally gave Omar five places in exchange for some things that were inconvenient to be valued in "money".

After the 100 "commercial life extension" rules were announced a few days ago, the value of these five places is still increasing.

In addition to many people in this world who can spend billions but are not known to the world, there are also many people who "cannot" spend billions because they are known to the world.

The things they master are more complex, and their desires are more greedy.

Putting "public power" in a cage is the best system.

So, who is outside the cage?

A week ago, fifty scientists with meritorious service and unlimited potential on the secret front who were detained by the United States had returned to their motherland on a flight.

Zhou Rui also kept his promise and approved the Xiangjiang Center to conduct life-extending treatment for five people.

Zhou Rui doesn't even know the names of these five people, and he doesn't care. He only knows that the longer these people "outside the cage" live, the better, and the more energy they have, the better.

Even these people have tasted the sweetness and will contact him to show their identity and loyalty.

Xiangjiang also held many celebrations for the New Year tonight. The skyscrapers were full of tourists and citizens, colorful and different from the human fireworks in Shanghai.

A white woman who looked less than sixty years old, wearing a bathrobe, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, shaking a red wine glass in her hand.

She prefers the night view of New York, but it's not bad here either.

Of course, what's more important is that the life-extending treatments here make her want to stop.

A week ago, she was a 70-year-old woman with greatly degraded functions. She was furious because she lost to the fat blond man in last year's "big competition".

But now, her appearance is closer to what she looked like when she was just sixty years old, and the changes in her body have recovered even more.

Organ function, hormones, hormones, digestive capacity, metabolism.

Even my brain is much clearer.

She even regained some functions that had been extinct for twenty years and acted like a normal woman.

No one can resist aging, and no one can resist youth.

Regaining the feeling of youth is enough to make anyone crazy. It has been a long time since she experienced the joy of sex.

Fortunately, she had the foresight to bring her "playmates" to Xiangjiang, two handsome blond guys in their early twenties. After receiving the life extension, she never left the hotel again and was indulged in happiness every day.

She drank all the red wine in her glass, and her slight drunkenness further aroused her greed.

Omar really did the right thing this time.

Whoever wants to sit in the "director" position in front of the stage can take it. Anyway, he can't command anyone, and he will even be unable to move. The failure of the lunar exploration a few hours ago was just the most insignificant part of the mess he faced. His There will be a lot of trouble...

Now she wants to work hard for another thing.

She also wanted to live longer and even escape death.

As long as that magical young man is still alive and can break through various magical technologies, and as long as people like himself still have interests in which he is interested, it is not impossible.

Under this premise, everything in the "cage" is a bargaining chip that she is willing to exchange.

If the young man needs it, she can even put all the information about the Ministry of National Defense on his desk.

Of course, the other party doesn't need it anymore, but it doesn't matter, there are still many things in the "cage". It is the once majestic body of the overlord. Although it is no longer healthy, it is fat enough.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

A figure hugged her from behind, and the woman turned her head. That was her partner in interest, or her husband in the legal sense.

"Looking at the night view. This city is really nice. I heard before I came that the C** had some bad plans to implement here."

The husband behind him frowned and said, "It's best not to do so. It might affect the life extension center and even make that young man unhappy."

"Of course, I have found someone to put pressure on, not only this, but also the few but existing conspiracies against this country. That person has enough bad feelings towards the West. We should enhance friendship and make up for our mistakes. Instead of continuing to be enemies."

Unfortunately, she did not get in touch with the other party directly. Omar took this relationship very seriously.

She actually hopes that it is herself who stands in front of that person to negotiate. She can provide many "cage" meeting gifts.

"Where are those kittens of yours?"

The two of them have always played their own roles. What binds them is interests, not feelings, let alone loyalty.

The husband behind the back smiled: "They went to Disneyland, and I want to talk to you tonight to recall the feeling of being young."

The woman turned around and hugged her husband: "Then you have to work harder. Charlie and Brighton are very strong."

The husband smiled: "Please, I'm only twenty years younger. Don't be too harsh."

"Cherish tonight. When we return to the United States tomorrow, we will have to restrain ourselves. We will even have to put on makeup in public to deliberately look older so as not to be seen."

The two hugged each other and kissed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

At some point outside the window, fireworks appeared, and the time had reached 00:00.

The old year has passed.

It seems like the old times too

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Across the ocean, Florida.

In a hospital, Hanson Doyle slowly woke up.

The first thing you see is a strange ceiling

His body was covered with tubes, and he was surrounded by dripping instruments.

Hansen turned his head. Next to him was a fat man with naturally curly hair. He looked tired and the lipstick on his lips was a little smudged.

This makes the other person's lips look thicker than sausages.

"Hansen, wake up! I'll call the doctor for you!"

"No, you don't need to wake me up first. What time is it now?"

The naturally curly fat man said: "January 1st has just arrived. Although the time difference varies from place to place, it is already the next morning in the Eastern Hemisphere, but we have just passed midnight. Happy New Year, Hansen."

"Really? I was unconscious for more than ten hours. What happened after that?"

Fatty Ziranian hesitated for a while, but still said:

"The 'Eye of Artemis' has basically been confirmed. It cannot open the warehouse door due to physical deformation. It is 380,000 kilometers away. Apart from issuing instructions one after another, there is nothing we can do. Even if it is just to pull it, open level.”

"NASA has not announced it yet, but the media has already determined that this lunar exploration failed. But today I mean yesterday's time was quite special. Soon everyone's attention was focused on the New Year's Eve."

"In addition, I heard that the person in WH is extremely dissatisfied with this and wants to completely reorganize the aerospace field, deconstruct NASA and shut down all ongoing projects."

"I'm sorry that others don't have time to come. Everyone is so worried. In fact, I came here ten minutes ago. I always feel that if there is any hope, it must be with you. Dawson, is there any backup plan that others don't know about? Maybe we can And can open that damn door.”

Hansen sat up and said tiredly after digesting for a while:

"No, every gram of mass of the 'lunar probe' is precious. There is not enough mass redundancy and complexity redundancy to deal with a small probability event that should not happen. The power of 'Cerune' If it’s not enough to break open the door, there’s really nothing we can do.”

The naturally curly fat man suddenly felt that Hansen was a little different.

He is paler and more depressed than before.

"What did the hospital check on me?"

The naturally curly fat man said: "I just asked. At first they thought you were just old and malnourished, but you didn't wake up after several hours of routine treatment. They conducted a comprehensive examination and are waiting now." Result: Do you need me to call a doctor? Although it’s late, there should be someone on duty at the end of the corridor.”

Hansen shook his head: "No matter my body, I know very well that I have no time to waste in the hospital anymore. I have to get out of here."

Looking at the wide and leaky hospital gown on his body, Hansen had a headache. If his physical condition was discovered, it would be difficult to leave.

He didn't want to waste an hour as he had to do one last thing.

So he turned to look at the naturally curly fat man.

Although he has strange lipstick and an almost long hair style, he is wearing real men's clothing.

The naturally curly fat man had a bad premonition. He covered his chest and said, "Hansen. I just announced that I came out, but my orientation has not changed. Do you remember? I told you."

Half an hour later, several doctors rushed into the ward anxiously.

"Oh my God! It's a miracle that he is still alive! He must be transferred to the ICU immediately!"

"Was the person who checked before a pig?"

However, when the door opened, there was only a frightened, fat man with curly hair in a hospital gown.

The fat man smiled awkwardly, as if he was wearing a low-quality tights.

The doctor roared:

"Who is this pig with the lipstick on! Reports show the patient weighs only 94 pounds!"