There is a kind of life that is enslaved from the date of its birth...

There is a kind of life that is not expected by the Creator, it goes against nature and ethics.

Cursed life.

A life that is despised.

Incomplete, unanticipated, without blessings and emotions, without love and the lives of relatives.

What is trampled on, used, and like tools, only has the value of use...

Those living tools, those humans without self...

Sephiros felt his body in a confused sense, not one, but sixteen,842 bodies suspended in nutrient solution, and he didn't know what kind of existence he was.

But he could feel that those ignorant consciousnesses in different bodies, as if they were young and fragile consciousness, and their own existence above them. This was a very wonderful feeling. The 16,842 consciousnesses are both themselves and not themselves, or in other words, they are themselves together.

Watching them communicate with each other, fight, embrace each other in the sea of ​​consciousness, taking advantage of the occasional opportunity to peek into the world outside the nutrient solution, and rejoice because of the little discovery that is not in memory indoctrination. In the monotonous and boring culture vessels, these new consciousnesses peek at the outside world curiously.

However, they are not the expected lives!

There is no emotion, only utilization! There is no communication, only command! There is no right to life, only the value of tools.

An imperfect experimental subject has no need for existence, a difficult tool, and no value for existence. Sephiroth's life is only given a meaning of existence, becoming that successful experimental subject, the only, the best one.

And the only fate of those eliminated tools is to be recycled.

The body melted little by little in the dissolving solution. Even before I could open my eyes, there were regrets, loneliness, and fear...

This is the memory of Safiros. It is also the memory of most clones!

Clones driving motorized armor in Moscow, clones working hard in New York, in Mumbai, in Egypt, in the Middle East. Clones made for fun purposes, with eight billion clones around the world, most of them in positions that humans disdain, they are tools and the productivity that liberates humanity.

A medical model clone, the organs in the body were removed.

The clones of military models kill each other on the toughest battlefield of death.

The clone of the entertainment model was abused, killed, and enjoyed.

The evil face of human beings is fully poured over these artificial lives with human faces.

Most of them have only three years to three months of service life. They have serious genetic diseases. They are "consuming" at any time and are "replenished" at any time. Silent tears slide from the corners of Sephiros' eyes. The gray memories of these artificial lives, those memories dominated by human evil thoughts, made his wings tremble.

Only the strongest feelings can shape the soul of a life.

Genova invaded the life of this planet. It followed the rhythm of the planet and silently lurked in the bodies of most lives. It even spread in the quantum probability cloud of the planet, causing the planet to be infected with viruses.

A weak viral consciousness is not enough to infect human consciousness, but for the blank clones in their emotions, there is no obstacle to the virus. The green light flashes on the clones' right hand, and Genova begins to weave their genes and repair their shoddy bodies. Those genes that are riddled with holes are recombined and updated under Genova's control.

On the side of Safiros' right half, a brilliant wing slowly unfolded from under his skin.

The seven-winged angel came here.

Wings that are brighter than the sun and darker than the abyss. Below the three pairs of light wings, a deep black wing and a brilliant black wing extend out from the ribs of Sephiros. At this moment, a black wing tattoo appeared under the ribs of clones all over the world.

"I, what did I create?" Warren staggered and took two steps back, looking at the winged angel that gradually became colorful in his eyes.

Chen Ang turned around and smiled, "Maybe it's an angel or a demon, who knows?"

"Destroy Him!" The command of the Human Command appeared in Bolivar's ear.

The silver-white metal body, with dense light, reappeared in front of Chen Ang, has long lost its original form and material. A robot covered with a completely unresolvable metal is not like an artificial intelligence, but like a life. It cannot be penetrated by the king, cannot be scanned and analyzed. This is the ultimate weapon of mankind.

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Bolivar couldn't help but show off his most outstanding works. He firmly believed that the perfect creation from his hands would definitely be better than all life. "Apocalypse, have you seen it? This is my creation!"

"Human creativity is not enough to reach the limit of creating perfect creatures, so we created it. The Sun Son is indeed the limit that humans can reach, but you are still not crazy enough and not bold enough. You still try to control your creation and control a perfect existence. This is your greatest weakness."

"Tie shackles and handshakes cannot create the most perfect work of art. Only by giving up all constraints, giving up all the factors that will cause obstacles, and completely giving up everything to create a perfect existence is possible!"

"You will lose, apocalypse! When you try to control your creation with your wisdom, you will inevitably lose to me. The sentry is free and extreme. It does not need to obey anything, nor does it require any principles or standards. The purpose of its birth is to be perfect."

Chen Ang shook his head and said, "It is a very magical alien life form, regeneration, evolution and absorption and replication, and its nearly immortal vitality and recovery power continues to evolve, adapt to the enemy's attacks, and even learn from the past. It is theoretically invincible and perfect. It can absorb and replicate the enemy's ability. The stronger the enemy, the stronger it can become, and always be stronger than the opponent."

"But theoretically, it's always theoretical!"

"Nothing is incomprehensible, and no attributes are absolute. I'm curious! Bolivar, do you know the deep reasons for the evolutionary abilities of this living organism? Have you studied and understood their abilities?"

Bolivar shook his head quickly and sneered: "It is absolute and perfect, and humans are not enough to understand it. When it discovers you, it is already stronger than you, and based on the results of the previous 36,000 experiments, it can show this. You are better than it, but when it discovers you for the first time, the ending is destined."

"This world is not a novel, there is no absolute attribute. The foundation of this world is scientific laws, not a setting, concept. There is no absolute concept in the universe. The attributes of any thing are concepts given by humans or other intelligent life. Concepts can only be close to reality." Chen Ang said slowly: "If you summarize the attributes and concepts of this life as its essence, your failure is destined."

"So, can you tell me the more scientific nature of this kind of creature? How is regeneration and evolution achieved, and what kind of ability is absorption and replication? Don't be as hard as a monkey dancing a big stick. If you treat this alien creature as a accumulation of concepts, it will be disappointing me."

Chen Ang walked past the sentinel robot, but these living organisms did not respond. Chen Ang said in Bolivar's ear: "Just like scanning and copying ability, conceptually, sentinels can be stronger than the enemy at the first moment of seeing the enemy. The scanning technology of the previous versions of sentinel robots and the evolutionary ability of alien living organisms seem to form this concept."

"But there is a very simple question. I want to ask you? Bolivar! How many generations of information technology in Skynet are higher than Earth's technology?"

Bolivar stood there tremblingly, and he shook his head and said, "Impossible! Why hasn't it changed yet, why?"

"It is 1.8 orders higher! This means that human civilization cannot understand most of the technology and information of Skynet. The same is true for scanning technology from human civilization. The overwhelming ability to master information has created a bug. How does an incomprehensible information evolve the corresponding ability?"

Chen Ang looked at Bolivar, looking at the man's clothes with sweat bit by bit, and sighed: "You designed a waste, at least for Skynet. You can guess, is Skynet cracking the secrets of alien creatures first, or does alien creatures first evolve the ability to restrain Skynet?"

"The speed of evolution is generally not as fast as scientific analysis, right?"

After saying that, Chen Ang saw Bolivar showing a dead-eyed expression.

In mid-air, Safiros' wings shone with the light of the sun, passing over the sentry robot. The body of the sentry robot was easily torn apart like a rag. The injudgment and incomprehensible attack caused the disordered probability of the sentry robot to cloud the quantum level, and then collapsed in a directional manner into a pile of scrap iron.

More than 7.1 billion clones around the world have recovered from the severe pain. They opened their eyes blankly, and for the first time they used their souls to touch the world, and reshaped genes, shattered the spiritual shackles set by humans, and broke the control at the genetic level. Seventy.1 billion "tools" have an independent will. From factories to living areas, from military to scientific research institutions.

The clone is liberated!

The power of the plague, for the first time, appeared in this world, not destruction, but reshaping. It gave a will to racial freedom, and it recreated the world of cloned people.

This is a plague on the planet and an evolution of life. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!