What would it feel like to have a bloody and fleshy woman's face pop up from behind your neck
Fear, horror!
No, although David is a cyborg, most of his emotions are just simulated by neurons to simulate human expressions and emotions.
He is the perfect combination of all the technological achievements of the engineering family:
The alloy skeleton enables it to withstand up to 1,000 pounds of pressure.
The processor composed of 1012 artificial neurons enables David to have a computing power of 200 quadrillion times per second.
David's almost terrifying ability to store memory also makes him a walking knowledge base.
David's computing ability enables him to detect, process, and respond to human words and actions immediately.
In other words, he is no longer a robot that can only passively complete mechanical instructions as humans previously believed, but can actively respond to human emotions.
David can accurately capture the changes in human tone, mannerisms and even micro-expressions, and give the best feedback after processing and analysis.
But simulation is just simulation after all, and he doesn't understand what fear is.
Faced with unexpected situations, the neural integrated circuits directed David's biochemical body to respond as quickly as possible.
David turned around suddenly, swung his right elbow behind him, and at the same time, holding a small device similar to a stun gun in his left hand, he shocked himself behind him.
The electric shock device, which looked like a miniature flashlight, suddenly shot out an arc of electric light more than two meters long.
In the crackling lightning, the red and white light left a burnt smell in the cabin.
David turned around and saw no one behind him, only a bloody skeleton not far away.
Whoosh…
The cold wind blew at the back of his neck, and it seemed as if something was blowing cold air next to his ears.
"laugh!"
It was as if a piece of cold human skin was pressed against his body, and the cold touch on his skin made the neurons in David's body run rapidly.
His vast memory bank instantly searched through thousands of years of human history for similar situations.
Although he is in this spaceship and wakes up once every hundred years, it does not mean that David is isolated from the world.
The interval between awakening every hundred years is the time for him to understand the development of mankind.
To the intelligent computer on board the spacecraft, most of the networks on Earth are basically undefended.
Compared to the open ocean of the Internet, David is like an insatiable sponge, absorbing and storing all this human knowledge.
In just a few breaths, David's knowledge base immediately searched out hundreds of thousands of pieces of information about this strange situation...
sly!
From the mummies of ancient Greece, to the vengeful spirits of Europe and America, to the zombies of the East, to the earthbound spirits…
In an instant, David made what he thought was the most correct judgment based on the information he searched in his memory bank.
laugh!
David turned the stun gun in his hand upside down and shocked himself severely.
Hundreds of thousands of volts of high voltage instantly penetrated his virtual body, and a burnt smell rose up along with white smoke.
Success!
The electric current burned nearly half of the neurons in his body, but David's almost burnt artificial skin could feel the cold chill instantly disappearing as the current passed through his body.
David turned his head stiffly, dragging his almost burnt body, and stared straight at the blood shadow floating in front of him.
The blood shadow shuttled back and forth in the cabin, flew around David erratically for a few times, and then floated down in front of him, transforming into a beautiful woman in a European court dress.
She was wearing a black court dress with a sapphire brooch on her chest. A black scarf hung down from under her hat, revealing half of her fair, charming and delicate face.
"Intelligent brain, turn on..."
David opened his mouth and was about to order the spacecraft's intelligent computer to activate the energy defense system...
Amelia waved her hand, and a blood shadow separated from her body and pounced towards David.
Swish! The blood shadow pounced and passed through his body. David only felt that the bionic fluid in his body was instantly drained.
Without the support of these body fluids, the body, which had been severely damaged by the electric shock, shrank completely, and countless neural components collapsed one after another.
"Uh uh..."
The damage to the original sound-generating component turned David's call to the intelligent computer into a blank sound.
“Pah, pah, pah…”
The blood shadow floated past and merged into Amelia's body. Amelia frowned, as if she had eaten something unclean. She waved her hand and a ball of dirty blood was thrown onto the wall.
"Why? Not to your liking?"
A voice came from the cabin door. David barely raised his almost burnt head and looked at Tang Song who appeared in this cabin at some point.
"Master, this guy is not a human. I don't know what's inside his body. There is no blood at all! It tastes terrible!"
Amelia didn't raise her shoulders or move her feet. A flash of blood appeared under her feet. Her figure floated in front of Tang Song and she pulled his sleeve coquettishly.
Tang Song was leaning on a cane in his right hand, smoking a cigar with his left hand, and letting Amelia hug his arm.
His eyes turned to the teardrop-shaped gene modulation cabin in the cabin that was still running.
"It looks like our Mr. Weiland is not in good condition!"
Boss Tang didn't really care about Charles Weiland's condition. He just glanced at the gene modulation cabin.
Da da da!
Tang Song came to David with a cane and lowered his eyes to look at this android.
Due to the high voltage shock and the fact that Amelia had used Blood Shadow to devour all of David's bionic liquid, his body had shrunk severely. His height, which was originally close to 1.9 meters, now looked no more than 1.7 meters.
With protruding bones all over his body and skinny appearance, he looks more like the old Charles Weiland.
“Hohohohohohohoho…!”
David looked at Tang Song standing in front of him and made a hoarse sound...
But his vocal system was damaged and he couldn't speak at all!
"Um?"
Tang Song glanced at Amelia, and Amelia waved at David obediently, and a flash of blood sank into his neck.
Nourished by the blood, David's hoarse and silent throat instantly recovered.
"Mr. Tang, your friend is fine. The gene modulation chamber is running now!"
"I am useful to you. I have the control authority of the spacecraft. I can complete almost all the tasks you assign to me, assist your employees in their work, and help you manage the company. I can resolutely carry out any instructions!"
The moment his voice was restored, a series of words uttered by David.
"Are you afraid of death?!"
Tang Song was smoking a cigar and did not express any opinion on David's words of loyalty. Instead, he was somewhat curious about David's mentality.
If a bionic person knows how to fear death, then he has escaped the barriers of being a tool...
Tools are not afraid of death, but people are!
"Afraid of death! Maybe! I just don't want to leave this world. The records of the afterlife in my memory bank are all very scary. I am not afraid of death, but I am a little unwilling...
My creator, my father, his dream was to create Dickon, I want to live to fulfill his dream! "
There was a thought about life in David's voice. He raised his head and looked at Tang Song with a pleading look in his eyes.
Deacon, the god worshipped by the Engineers, is an alien-like creature.
In the religion of engineers, this type of alien can create new intelligent life. The engineer named this similar alien Deacon.
Long ago, the intelligent life forms in Deacon gradually decreased or became extinct.
Many, many years later, the engineer clan had problems with reproduction.
In the religious beliefs of the engineers, Deacon's flesh and blood could combine with the engineers to create new life, so the engineers' ancestors began to try to create their own god, that is, Deacon.
Because by creating Deacon, we can get their flesh and blood, and then use Deacon's flesh and blood to combine with engineers to create new life and solve the reproduction problem of the engineer clan.
Later, the ancestors of the engineering family believed that they had successfully created "Dicken".
But in fact, what they created was not the real Deacon, but an alien that looked like Deacon.
Then the ancestors of the engineers cut off what they thought was Deacon's flesh and blood, found the Earth, a planet suitable for engineers to survive, and began to conduct experiments.
Of course, there is not only the Earth, but also many other planets suitable for experiments. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, they were all used for experiments by engineers.
They have only one goal, to create the real Deacon and thus solve the problem of racial reproduction.
"Sir, I just want to fulfill my father's last wish. This is related to the survival of a race..."
After telling Tang Song the whole story, David, who considered himself the son of an engineer, spoke with pity in his tone.
“I can be of use to you, not just with this spaceship. My memory bank contains almost all the knowledge of the entire world. From now on, you will be my master!
"master
"Masuyu..."
Tang Song smoked a cigar and listened to David calling him "master" in more than a dozen languages.
"хозяин..." After saying the word "master" in Russian, David uttered an obscure syllable...
"Intelligent brain, turn on..."
Kacha... Before David could finish speaking the engineer's language, a cane hit him directly on the top of his head.
The vertebrae that could withstand a thousand pounds of weight were broken directly, and David's entire head was directly sunken into the chest cavity under the huge force.
"You're so naughty, damn it!"
Tang Song retracted his cane and glanced coldly at David's headless body.
"Master! How does he deal with it?"
Amelia held Tang Song's arm, and her eyes under the veil looked at the gene modulation cabin that was still in operation.
Tang Song looked towards the gene modulation cabin and stroked the beast head on his cane.
"Since you are my employer, you must do things thoroughly! My reputation as your boss is still valuable!"
Tang Song pinched Amelia's face and teased her.
… … …
“Boom!”
The huge muffled sound was like thunder, accompanied by smoke and dust rising into the sky, and spread over a dozen miles away.
The three icebreakers sped away from the area at full speed to avoid the volcanic ash rising into the sky.
On the deck of the research vessel, Charles Weiland, who looked to be no more than 40 years old, held the railing and looked at the volcanic ash gushing out in the distance with some regret.
If it weren't for the sudden volcanic eruption, that alien spaceship would be enough to make Weyland Industries one of the world's top industrial groups.
“What a pity!”
Charles Weiland touched his face, which looked decades younger. Fortunately, the genetic modulation he had dreamed of was finally successful.
Looking at the smooth skin of his hands, Charles Wieland thanked West from the bottom of his heart.
If West hadn't insisted on asking Tang to come and help, let alone genetic modulation, he might have been buried in the spaceship.
"After we return, it's time to hurry up with the recommendation for the Holy Shield Brotherhood!"
What Charles Weiland did not notice was that deep in his eyes, there was a barely visible golden light flickering, faintly composed of countless tiny swastika lotuses.
These golden lights exude a peaceful mood all the time, affecting Charles Weiland's judgment and subtly changing his perception of someone.
Eventually causing him to take the shape of someone.
… … …
In the heart of Antarctica, some steel structures are faintly visible on the huge icebergs.
The snow was waist-thick, and several snowmobiles were speeding on the ice.
When the snowmobile arrived in front of the glacier, the heavy frozen gate rose up directly, revealing the huge space inside.
Several snowmobiles drove straight in.
After parking the bikes, several riders brushed the snow off their bodies, and a man wearing a cotton coat and earmuffs came over, rubbing his hands.
"Hey, Henry, are you sure what this vibration is?"
The bearded man named Henry took off his snow-proof cloak and picked up a dry rag to wipe his beloved car.
In an environment like Antarctica, a snowmobile is far more important than a Hummer.
"Just like what the monitoring department detected, the seabed vibration caused by the underground volcanic eruption, but considering the distance and vibration intensity, it will not have much impact on Target Zero!"
"That's good! If there really is a big earthquake and the iceberg of Frozen Zero shatters, I don't think we can fly over its big wings!"
The man half-jokingly said to himself: "But even if it thaws out of the ice, it may not look down on us. Compared to it, we are too small!"
"The melon seeds are very small, and I haven't seen you eat less!" Henry wiped the snow from the tires and glared at the hooded man unhappily.
"Come and help me. I think Zero wouldn't mind eating some melon seeds after he gets out of this predicament. Take good care of my baby for me. If something really happens, we can run faster!"
"If it weren't for the extra $200,000 a year, I wouldn't come to this damn place. It's minus 40 degrees Celsius, and there's not even an entertainment venue. I really miss bars and strippers!"
The hooded man was wiping the snowmobile with a rag while complaining.
"Just bear with it! In two years, we can rotate and return to the inland!"
Henry looked around to see that there was no one around, took out a small flat wine flask from his cotton coat, unscrewed the lid, and took two gulps.
shashasha
The strong alcohol went down his throat, as if a line of fire was burning him, and Henry couldn't help but take big gulps of cold air.
"By the way! Don't you need to go back to the monitoring department to check the situation?"
"I've already reported via radio on the way back!" Henry was enjoying the warm, drunken feeling brought by the wine.
Across the Mimi Lake, he seemed to see a figure walking past him, and the figure seemed to turn around and smile at him.
Huh? Henry rubbed his eyes. In the parking lot in front of him, there was no one except a few of his colleagues and dozens of snowmobiles.
This wine is good, and has a strong aftertaste!
Henry took out the wine jug, touched it with satisfaction, and secretly took two more sips.
In the heavily guarded base, soldiers wearing cotton coats and holding assault rifles can be seen everywhere.
There were no epaulettes, nor any representative symbols, but judging from their behavior and neat steps, these people were veterans with at least five years of service.
The base was built from top to bottom, and security becomes stricter as you go down each floor. The elevators are equipped with special iris scanners and identity cards.
There are at least four armed guards with real guns and loaded ammunition guarding the elevator entrance on each floor.
Even if the supervisor of the base wants to enter the lowest level, he must go through at least five security checks.
"drop!"
After identifying his iris, fingerprint and ID card, Lance, who was over fifty years old, finally reached the bottom of the base.
The two sealed doors slowly opened, and Lance walked out of the elevator accompanied by two guards.
A shadow like a line followed behind the three people in a dignified manner, with his hands behind his back, looking left and right from time to time as if he was visiting...