Three hundred and seventy-five chapters have ideal research
There is a huge incinerator here, and the core of the inner core is actually a tiny rotating star.
There was a controller at the door. After seeing the new garbage arriving, he touched two buttons without raising his eyes.
Swipe and pull... A transparent guide slot stretched out and wrapped them all in with a swipe. The next second, the waste materials had been transferred to the swaying and rotating star core. In an instant,
It was turned into powder by the high temperature.
'Scrap No. XXXX has been processed...'
The corresponding information was entered into the database shared by the Alliance of Advanced Races and the Sanctuary.
In just these two steps, the basic information of this incinerated race has been collected.
The form and composition from birth to death are all clearly marked, waiting to be consulted by higher races and institutions interested in this race.
But in most cases, no one is interested in a race that fails too quickly.
This manifest race discovered from a small galaxy will be completely forgotten and continue its life quietly.
Of course, this is normal.
Even the alliance of advanced races, which has the right to monitor the safety area of the shelter, did not notice that the moment this race entered the incinerator, there was actually a corpse of a creature that was pressed at the bottom. Bang, it was actually the body of another creature.
A secret absorber was taken away.
The corpse jumped two or three times in the space node, and finally landed in a vast white space.
In this space, there are many, many more samples like this.
Everyone was suspended in transparent grids, quietly waiting for something.
Not long after, a mechanical voice sounded.
‘The new sample No. XXXX is in place and the basic biological element inspection will begin.’
Then the new sample fell into a testing vessel marked with strange symbols.
If Mai Fan were here, he would recognize at a glance that this symbol is the symbol of the research center where he went to conduct biological testing this morning.
It turns out that this research institute is not only collecting genetic information of various races on the surface, but behind the scenes, they are also using all means to obtain biological data that they cannot obtain on the surface.
Due to the vigilance of organisms, only a few can go to the research institute to provide samples.
And the cost of exploring species in the wild is too high.
Activities such as the exhibition column can bring together a large number of species and creatures at one time...
It is really suitable for the research institution in the shelter.
And their purpose of providing protection, as well as the wasted cost, in the face of readily available specimens...
Not worth mentioning at all.
At this time, the specially stolen sample fell into the analysis room of the shelter's research center.
A complex and sophisticated instrument starts its analysis after sensing that the sample is in place.
By this time, it was already late at night in the shelter.
The person responsible for monitoring on duty just glanced at the monitor and stopped looking at it.
Because they know that after these races settle in, it will be the peak period for them to collect samples.
And this kind of life will continue until these people leave.
How can such a dead sample be alive and actively extracted?
In their research institute, on the first day, even the actively collected samples were not analyzed.
I haven’t seen the researchers in the institute. Are they still working overtime?
Well, right now, the researchers in the center are complaining about the workload tonight.
One of the people holding a blood sample was complaining to his instructor.
"Teacher, what do you think we are looking for?"
"Have we not done enough research over the years?"
"Tissue replacement between different species, the possibility of communion between non-same races, as well as extending the life characteristics of a certain species and replicating successful cases of ethnic groups..."
"We have all of these."
"But why is there still such a huge workload, researching, extracting, extracting, and researching day after day..."
"It can't really be like the legend. Someone is studying the possibility of eternal life, right?"
"Are these people crazy? In the vast universe, is anything permanent?"
"Even stars will fall, right?"
But his teacher had a serious look on his face: "Don't ask so many questions that you shouldn't ask."
"What was my original intention when I brought you here?"
The student solemnly said: "In order to study the deepest mysteries of life..."
The teacher sighed, wondering why his students were still so innocent.
For the subject they are researching, they are already wanted by no less than two or three advanced races.
His research philosophy dedicated to racial equality and homogenous development will not be tolerated by higher species at all.
Just when he was desperate, the boss behind the shelter accepted him, not only gave him a place to live, but also gave him such a high-end research environment.
No matter what the person behind this wants to do, at least it has no conflict with his current research.
He believes that the so-called superiority of higher races can be completely defeated by his current research.
This expressionless and very casual-looking old man looked towards the distance.
He seemed to have seen the tragic past of his own race, which was almost exterminated after provoking a higher race.
Those scenes of struggling in the mud are still vivid in my mind.
Is there anything different between them and higher races?
No, their clan's IQ can be considered top-notch in the vast universe.
Just because the development history of these advanced species is longer than theirs, just because their race is a little immature, just because, before this, they never thought that there would be vicious genocide and invasion...
Just because of their high moral standards, they have forgotten the evil of competition between species...
That's why the current situation has arisen.
He stood in the research room, attacking the lower races.
But he knew that these sacrifices were temporary and necessary.
As long as his research makes breakthrough progress.
Then from now on, racial equality will not be a dream.
Having said this, he looked at his student, and his student seemed to remember the unpleasant past. When his eyes met his mentor's, he became firm.
The people in the room were once again engaged in intense work.
Just at this time……
"Huh? Teacher, look at this."
"Look at these two samples, are they from the same race?"
"But the species characteristics presented have been clearly distinguished."
