Along with despair, those voices are still echoing in the darkness.
Moreover, these sounds are getting denser and clearer, seeming to tell the collapsed experimental subject that he is still alive and that he still has hope to persevere.
Just when the man's soul was about to lose consciousness due to the struggle, these voices began to become coherent: "It is possible that after entering the container, many feelings will be lost. For example, the sense of taste... will be completely lost...
"
"What was lost at the same time was the related desire to eat. This was all mentioned in Frunzberg's experimental report..." At this moment, he could already tell whether these words were spoken by a man or a woman, and he could even listen to them.
Put on some accents.
"Then what's the difference between him and a vegetative state?" So he stopped struggling and just stopped where he was, listening to the voices of the gods who controlled his destiny.
He swore that if a voice said at this time, "We'd better kill him, he has no use value anymore," he would thank that voice from the bottom of his heart.
As for his daughter? Go to hell with her daughter! Let alone being sent to the demon world to comfort those soldiers, even if he was sent to the demon world to comfort the demon soldiers, he would never make such a stupid choice again.
Yes, if he is given another chance to choose, he will definitely choose to die immediately, whether it is to be hanged or shot, no matter what, it doesn't matter, he doesn't care anymore.
What he cares about now is that he can die immediately - death is really a luxury for him now...
"I can hear you! What are you talking about?" He shouted the craziest way, but no one seemed to be able to hear his hoarse shouts.
"He has a slight tremor... This means that he should be able to hear us... He can hear it! He can really hear it!" Those distant voices in unknown directions are still following their own dialogue content.
Continue.
In the darkness, he heard someone shouting excitedly again, as if it was a great thing that he could hear the sound.
This really made him dumbfounded. These people were not torturing him, but actually giving him a chance to live again?
Regaining hope in despair, he even felt a little moved. Just when he wanted to say something more, he heard someone else say among those voices: "Oh my god... let's just say, we
The experiment is at least half successful!"
"God bless you!" A woman's voice even sounded like she was crying, which made him want to shed tears.
It's a pity that he had no tears to fall, and he even realized at this moment that he couldn't find where his eyes were...
Without any reference, he didn't know whether his arm existed or whether his hand could touch his eyes. He couldn't even confirm whether he could really control his hand.
"I still..." Just as he was speaking, he suddenly found a light appearing in front of his eyes. For him who was used to darkness, it was like seeing endless hope.
He struggled to get closer to the beam of light, and then he saw a circle of technicians and engineers surrounding his bed.
At the beginning, there was one picture, and then countless pictures were overlapped together, and finally it became a three-dimensional real scene with some subtle changes.
At this moment, he saw the people surrounding him, with expressions of joy on their faces.
He tried hard to open his mouth, just like a baby does when learning to speak, and then in the next second, he heard a strange voice: "I..."
"Okay! He is learning to control his pronunciation... really good!" A technician looked down at his own masterpiece and said with great satisfaction: "We finally succeeded!"
"Ah..." Because the voice was so unfamiliar, the man lying on the experimental table was not even sure if he was speaking just now. So he ahhed again and found that his voice had become hoarse and hoarse.
There are mechanical edges.
"You... what on earth did you do to me?" The man felt the pain in his body, the pain that came from the depths of his soul. It seemed that every time he moved, he would be tortured millions of times and countless times.
bitten by ants and whipped with countless whips...
He tried to stand up, but found an arm suddenly appeared in front of him. He didn't know whose arm it was, because he saw weird metal materials and various gorgeous things on this arm.
Magic inscription.
These inscriptions are really beautiful, and even flash with a light blue light that represents magic.
However, he had no intention of observing this now. He wanted to sit up, so he waved his hands hard, hoping to find a decent support point.
Suddenly, he realized something. Using his already chaotic consciousness, he controlled his hands and stopped in front of his eyes.
Then he saw his hands, which were a pair of hands filled with metal parts and engraved with various inscriptions...
"This is not my hand..." He began to speak more fluently. It was obvious that his mental power, or his soul, had begun to adapt to this new body.
"This is not my hand! Where is my hand? Where is my hand?" he shouted, sitting up from the "operating table" where he was.
Because of excessive force, he even tore off a belt that was fixed around his waist. Next, he saw his legs, which were also a pair of mechanical legs engraved with runes.
"You took my legs away too... took them away?" He looked at his legs blankly, murmuring this sentence, and then suddenly realized something, lowered his head deeper, and observed himself
body.
In the past, he was a fair, slightly fat man. After all, he was once a wealthy aristocrat, so his figure was not very eye-catching.
However, after he was arrested for collaborating with the enemy and his country, he lost a lot of weight and had some scars on his body. But he still didn't expect that he would like that imperfect body so much.
The body in front of him was full of mechanical and magical inscriptions. He could even see some parts moving little by little, replacing his previous organs and driving the magic energy in the body.
However, even though this is a perfect body, it is not made of flesh and blood! How could he accept such a terrifying body as a replacement for his own body?
"I want to change back... I want to change back..." The man struggled to stand up, but his legs were not very stable and they suddenly became entangled with each other.
He fell heavily to the ground, and his exquisite and expensive body hit the concrete floor with a dull thud.
"Calm down! Your daughter is already on her way!" A technician stepped forward and helped the man who fell to the ground up.
On the other side, there were many wires connected to the man's body. At the end of the wires, a technician tapped twice on the keyboard in front of him, knowingly reducing the strength of this very successful experimental subject to that of a normal person.
half.
He didn't want this seemingly collapsed experimental subject to cause a scene in the laboratory and eventually trigger a series of hurtful incidents.
"What on earth did you do to me? What on earth did you... do to me?" The man roared over and over again, hitting the ground, not knowing whether he was venting or destroying his terrible body.
"Actually, we changed your body! A body that can make you almost immortal!" An experimenter excitedly explained to the man: "No disease, no aging! You can live like this forever..."
In fact, standing in this laboratory, more than half of the experimenters were thinking about something other than the simple task of extending Gurlo's life.
What makes them excited, what makes them tremble, what makes them tremble, what makes them so crazy, is actually a more ambitious and distant goal. Both magicians and mortals are pursuing the great goal tirelessly - "eternal life"
.
This is an infinite temptation for human beings. Being able to live forever is the lifelong pursuit of countless people!
Because of this, the people in this laboratory feel that they are completing the greatest experiment in human history. As long as this experiment is completed, mankind can embark on an unprecedented path.
There is a great "road" called mechanical ascension that they don't know yet, but Chris has known for a long time.
"I hope that when you see your daughter, you can have a better image!" A technician helped the "mortal version of the god puppet" lying on the ground and persuaded her.
Hearing the word daughter, the man finally calmed down somewhat. He had gone through a lot of hardships, and although he had given up in the middle, the most painful time was over now... So, his daughter has returned to a comparison for him.
in an important position.
"My whole body hurts...Is there anything I can do..." The man who was helped to a wheelchair and had become a puppet finally asked in his unique, hoarse voice.
"This kind of pain will last for a period of time, maybe ten days, maybe thirty days... In short, you haven't been feeling too comfortable recently." The leading technician answered, and then began to arrange his subordinates to detect this.
Is the puppet's status stable now?
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I don’t want to delay it any longer, so I have to stay up late to catch up on the update. Everyone will come back tomorrow morning and I will at least catch up on one update.
