Lana Karroubi never thought that she would still dream.
She seemed to have just woken up from the pain of the disease. Her former flesh and blood body sat up on the soft mattress. Then with a depressed expression, she put the large and ill-fitting luxurious robe on the side on her still energetic body, and then came
He went to her dressing table and used cosmetics to erase the tiny signs of lesions that had begun to appear on her face.
As a noblewoman of the Mupekta dynasty, she must maintain her makeup at all times, both for the family and for her future husband.
Face is more important than life.
But in her mind, there were more important things than getting married or having offspring. Lana turned around and looked at her desk, where there was a pile of books piled high, all of which were the most complex mathematics and science classics, as well as
There is a projection ball that can form virtual images.
She has been a naughty and independent girl since she was a child, never constrained by the cumbersome and heavy aristocratic regulations, and has always aspired to become a true scientific technician, just like her cousin - instead of living a short life of despair and mediocrity, with a simple
Nobles who don't know each other get married, have children, pass on the cursed genes to the next generation, and then die in pain. They may not see their grandchildren before they die.
But her mother, who was old and about to come to the end of her life, told her that this was her responsibility and the fate of the Necrontyr race from generation to generation. Only in this way could the dynasty be guaranteed to continue, even though the body would wither.
However, every brick and tile of the dynasty is eternal. Whether it is the life of a noble or the life of a slave, its essence is the same, and it must be used to ensure that the cornerstone of the dynasty will exist forever.
But Lana still couldn't understand that a dynasty that had been cursed for a long time was continued in such a futile way. Is it a curse or a hope?
At least, while she is alive, she wants to live for herself instead of responsibilities and obligations, although this sounds a bit selfish.
Feeling something in her heart, she stood up and wanted to walk to the desk, but suddenly she felt her knees weaken, and then fell to the ground. Her heart seemed to be grasped by a big hand, and the colic might stop at any time, which made her let out a slight sigh.
Groaning in pain.
But she still struggled to crawl onto her desk.
Suddenly, the door opened, and amid urgent footsteps, a man grabbed her hand, picked her up, and held her in his arms.
"Quick, drink it."
A crystal bottle was handed to her mouth, and Lana immediately opened her mouth and sucked the light green liquid inside.
For a moment, the pain left her. This near-death experience made her shoulders tremble and her whole body was sweating profusely.
"Why are you so angry and not taking medicine? Because... uncle smashed your planner?"
Lana nodded vigorously while crying.
Then a pair of hands with several rings held her face, forcing her to raise her head and look at him.
This is a woman who is slightly older than Lana. There is an obvious disharmony between the left and right sides of her face. Her nose is also very depressed. Her appearance is ugly by the standards of the Necrontyr. She is also wearing a luxurious robe, but her neck is
Wearing a pendant composed of geometric patterns, she showed a very unique identity - a science and technology technician of the Advanced Technician Academic Community.
The birth of this organization originated from the first Schism War of the Necrontyr. During the civil war, a group of scientific and technical warriors who mastered advanced technology maintained a neutral position in the conflict, and then took the opportunity to sell weapons and war knowledge to the dynasty with the highest bidder.
Making a fortune, as the intensity of the war increased, the strength of the community also continued to grow, and it soon became the leading comprehensive scientific and technological group among the Necrontyr race that integrates scientific research, production and exploration.
At the same time, it is also one of the few Necrontyr organizations where men and women are completely equal, and there are many talented female scientific technicians in it.
But this community had been destroyed at this time. Before launching a war against the ancient enemy, the Necrontyr's Three Holy Council suppressed the science and technology warriors on the pretext that no organization had the right to control the transactions of key technologies and weapons.
(Both faced technological groups, King Silence chose Iron Fist, and Bacon chose compromise)
Under the strong suppression of the Trinite Council, the organization of the Academic Community of Advanced Technicians was completely shattered, and its surviving members had to scatter and swear to never establish a group in order to serve the Necrontyr race forever.
The person in front of Lana is her cousin Ah Hotep. The two of them grew up playing together. Shortly after the other party broke through many obstacles to join the academic community of advanced technicians, the organization was forcibly disbanded, but she still insisted on her status as a science and technology technician.
identity and became Lana's role model.
"Lana, you can and should express your dissatisfaction, but don't threaten your own physical safety."
"But..."
A Hotep sighed softly and held her in his arms.
"There are always ways, but no matter what you do, you have to protect yourself first, understand?"
"Um..."
"Okay, the ground is cold. Get up. I'll help you clean it first."
Ah Hotep stood up holding Lana's hand, and then they went to a small room on the side. It looked like a bathroom, but there were no bathing objects, only many pipes, crystal bottles and a huge
bath-like facilities.
The female technician selected a few crystal bottles, poured the liquid inside into the equipment, then controlled the raised panel and typed a few complex symbols, and soon the inside was filled with colorful colors.
Lana took off her robe and underwear, walked to the equipment, and slowly lay down. Then many small mechanical tentacles stretched out from the inside of the equipment and stuck tightly to her body.
The first thing every Necrontyr noble does when they wake up every day is to perform such a ritual, carefully cleaning their bodies and looking for rough patches or hard swellings, because these signs indicate the beginning of their life countdown.
When the ruthless death contained in the genes comes quietly, it will never let any Necrontyr die quickly and peacefully.
This is the curse that has enveloped the Necrontyr race for endless years. Although their technology has allowed them to smash the stars and conquer the vast stars, it cannot allow them to live any longer.
Even those doctors who can use all high-level technologies can be regarded as highly skilled in medicine if they can make a nobleman suffering from genetic blight cancer live beyond the age of forty.
"Well... because you didn't take any medicine last night, the disease progressed a little faster than normal, so it may take a little longer."
Although she was soaked in liquid, it did not affect Lana's speech. She also knew that she was being willful, so she said shyly:
"Thank you...cousin."
"Don't do such stupid things again, I've brought you a new one for the planning board."