MTL - To Four Thousand Years Later-v6 Chapter 4 hallucination

"I guess I'm not late?"

The tone from the door was unusually gentle. It even made Carl think of how he looked like when his father taught him how to play basketball when he was a child. As for the person who pushed in, his appearance and voice gave people the feeling that he was wearing a white short-sleeved windbreaker, and his hands were covered with silky white gloves, reaching to the elbow. The trousers and boots completely covered his body, and the little skin exposed was extremely fair. Under the light, it emits a near-transparent misty shimmer. And on his face was a black-rimmed monocle with a simple shape, and a soft white light shone in his eyes. Her black fringed hair hung straight down to her waist, and her exquisite appearance gave off a neutral look, with a gentle and peaceful smile on her face all the time.

But Karl felt a very weird feeling keenly. If you insist on describing it, his body seems to give people a first sense of mixing motherhood and fatherhood, divinity and humanity. That is not the air that a living person should have. The field is more present in the sculpture. In addition, Karl noticed Dr. Zheng Fu's hair.

Carl raised his eyebrows and asked.

In this day and age, hair, eyebrows and even eyelashes are no longer necessary for the human body. Except for the first-generation body used by the children born to parents, which still inherit some characteristics of the parents' body at that time, the remaining bodies are all made by themselves.

In this way, there is no need to care about some bits and pieces of appearance.

For example, nails, hair, eyebrows, eyelashes and even skin - except for the large outline shape, it is too simple to replace other parts. And with the changes in fashion trends, few people will give themselves a fixed image. So except for the first generation of people, the bodies used by the reborn people basically have no hair or eyebrows. They will create a new image for themselves in the first week after rebirth. With today's technology, these implanted hairs are even better quality than native hair. It can not only replace all the functions of hair. Moreover, it is easy to maintain, easy to take care of, and the shape is more beautiful. And it will also have special functions according to the customized business of the manufacturer. For example, setting the hair to be dehydrated quickly after being separated from the body to become a strong steel wire or steel needle, or to make the hair invisible and change color. Or making the hair shake and controllable like a living thing is something that can be done. He could tell at a glance that although Dr. Zheng Fu's hair looked particularly good, it was indeed virgin hair. In this era, the only technology that can be called regressive is the other body transplantation technology. Because everyone's body is filled with their own active spiritual energy. This means that transplanting one's own internal organs or any tissue fragments into another's body may produce uncontrollable spiritual alienation. So if internal organs or skin transplants are really needed, they are also provided by clones that are backed up every time they are reborn. Of course, additional backups also cost money. It costs some money to create additional clones, and then there is a monthly maintenance fee. After all, it is not without cost for the consciousness transfer center to store these clones.

Therefore, the characteristics of primary hair and infectious diseases have become the biggest characteristics of "protozoa".

This means that Yizheng Fu never died once.

He's really only in his twenties

"Yes." Zheng Fu smiled and sat down on the chair opposite Carl, "This body is indeed a protoform. I just turned 28 the day before yesterday.

Twenty-eight-year-old protoform. so good.

What a wonderful time for such an immature young man.

Carl narrowed his eyes with nostalgia, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

He ignored Zheng Fujin's weird feeling before, and had a good impression of this child.

"I'm Carl."

He offered his hand. He shook hands with Zheng Fu vigorously. Show a friendly smile: "Happy birthday one" Thank you. Hearing this, Zheng Fu narrowed his eyes and smiled. His smile gave people a strong affinity and appeal: "My name is Zheng Fu, a doctor.

"This needs no special introduction.

Carl shrugged and made a joke: "After all, the one dressed in white to you is either a doctor or a ghost." He was referring to Ghost. A secret force belonging to the Earth Federation, the most elite psyker force. There are even gods from the old times in it-he means real gods, the kind of psionic beings who have lived for thousands of years and have been worshiped by people.

They are now the supreme commander of the army. It's a ghost agent. It is said that it was once a demon controlled by King Solomon.

"Don't say that, sir." Zheng Fu was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and laughed out loud, "What if I'm really a ghost?

"Then you should search my brain first. See if I'm right or wrong."

Carl shrugged.

That's the stereotype people have of Ghost—that they're the only ones who don't have to share their consciousness when they search for it. This particularity becomes their characteristic.

Zheng Fu did not answer this question.

He just smiled and said:

"Ah, yes. This is the seventh time."

Karl nodded, with some pride in his words: "I mean

He was born in 2123, which is written in his information and memory. this means. He is not even eighty years old now. Even according to the normal trajectory of life, he is still far from the time to die. And the reason why he died seven times can only be because he fought bravely enough.

If the fighters are too low for the fighters. To put it more clearly, those rookies who are sent over to give away human heads after repeated resurrection will soon be persuaded to retreat to the rear after a certain resurrection. Their chief will tell them clearly: Your talents and psychic abilities are not suitable for fighting on the front line, so just stay on the earth and find a new job. Another sentence is: Don't waste the beds in the consciousness transfer center and the resources for customizing the synthetic human body.

Karl can be resurrected seven times, which means that he has killed at least seven hundred Zerg. In fact, the number one is two thousand. Death was his honor, his most dazzling military medal.

"Seven times is really a lot. Zheng Fu praised: "You are an I engineer? Or military? "

"Both. I'm fighting those bugs on Pluto.

"Well, I can see it. Your body has also undergone military-grade modification, and it should be for fighting bugs." Zheng Fu replied.

Carl paused slightly, and asked tentatively, "Can you tell? Why don't you tell me?

"For example, Zheng Fu paused slightly, and said gently: You have implanted a microchip in your heart, which can confuse past memories."

He said, Carl suddenly felt his body could not move. It's as if the machine has received the task of "staying still". He just saw Zheng Fu stand up slowly and walk to his side.

His hands went across his chest

The beeping of the bomb that had been haunting Carl's head dissipated.

But immediately, he had an inexplicable feeling of "being pinched tightly"—at that moment, Karl finally realized something.

"I'm very sorry, but please wake up. I've saved this memory of yours, don't worry. Zheng Fu smiled and crushed the chip: "This technique is really clever but it doesn't work for me.

"After all, I am a doctor now. I said that people who can be saved will definitely be saved. Whether it is physically or socially, Zheng Fu is still talking about something, but Karl can't hear it anymore.

The moment he crushed the chip, he felt that everything around him was freezing and losing color. The whole world is gradually moving away from me.

It was as if he had experienced death again.

F is. Under Zheng Fu's calm gaze