I Live in the Interstellar Wilderness to Survive

Chapter 47

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Qi Guang lay in bed with his eyes open, unable to fall asleep. On the other side of the distant galaxy, there were also people who couldn't sleep at night.

But it has nothing to do with being nervous, I just can't sleep.

The room was lit with a faint blue light, and data cables were connected to the modified mechanical organs. When data was transmitted, the data cables would light up faintly, flowing into the lying body like a substance.

Gori remained lying flat on his back, silently counting the lights that came on as the data flowed by.

The room was filled with a light perfume, but one could still smell the odor of decaying flesh.

Gorey showed no signs of tiredness, a byproduct of his body modification.

When more than half of his brain was replaced by machines, sleep became a luxury for him.

He is not a machine that can be shut down and restarted. Once the mechanical brain that controls all body activities is turned off, 80% of the mechanical organs in this body will stop functioning, making this body completely scrapped.

Gori didn't know where to find a second body that completely matched his consciousness, although the remaining flesh and blood of this body would not last long.

He is indeed dead, and there is no loophole in the government's death penalty process.

There wasn't even any process to fulfill his last wish by having a good meal, perhaps because his past attempts to escape had left such a deep impression on the government.

The only mercy was to leave his body intact and bury him in the ground with his head and tail intact, instead of burning him cleanly.

After learning that his brother was missing because of him, Goree faced the day of his execution with extremely mixed feelings.

It’s hard to say how sad or painful it is, after all, Gore is a fool.

Yes, his brother Gore, the big-name space pirate who was at the top of the military's most wanted list, was a fool in the truest sense of the word.

Otherwise, he would not have been instigated by his subordinates to do something like hijacking a civilian starship, which had no benefit other than angering the government. Gore could guess who were fanning the flames in Gore's ears.

Although it was precisely because of Gore's childish personality that his subordinates did not dare to act rashly, making it easier for Goree to manage him.

Gori had become accustomed to hiding behind Gore's armed protection and cleaning up the mess made by his brother's hot-blooded behavior.

His brother was strong and impulsive. When he got excited, he would go crazy and no one could stop him. He bit their hypocritical pedophile parents to death, and it was Goree who was responsible for cleaning up the bodies.

Oh, it was usually him who was dragged into the small dark room by them. That idiot Gore was so strong and ugly that he didn't even look like a twin when standing next to him.

Thinking of Gore's stupid face, Goree twitched the corner of his mouth, and a little tenderness emerged in his remaining eye.

If it weren't for Gore, he might have been abused to death by his parents early on. So no matter how angry he was at Gore's stupidity and how many times he wanted to quit and hide his identity, Gore would still find a way to find that brainless brother.

No, now he won’t have a headache anymore.

Goree blinked, and the little warmth he had in him receded like the tide.

Non-mechanical species artificially replace mechanical organs with mechanical organs. Since they do not have the core receiving modules of mechanical species, the mechanical organs can only play the role of maintaining the functioning of the body.

Especially after his brain was replaced, his perception of emotions became increasingly dull.

If possible, Gori didn't want to become like this.

But when he woke up from the soil where he was buried on the seventh day after his execution, his consciousness was trapped in this decaying body.

He didn't need to breathe, didn't have a heartbeat, didn't feel tired, and didn't feel hungry or thirsty, so he was able to hide under the soil for more than ten days and use his own hands to dig a tunnel under the cemetery to escape.

As a result, his hands rotted away to the point where only bones were left, and he had to find a way to replace himself with a pair of mechanical hands as soon as he escaped.

Then there were the arms, legs, and internal organs. The smell in the soil that he thought was from other corpses rotting in the cemetery was actually from his own body.

His skin was covered with purple corpse spots, and as time went by, he looked like a highly decayed giant. His belly had exploded and his internal organs looked like rotten canned meat. Gori was extremely surprised that he was still "alive" despite his body being in this state.

Sometimes he suspected that he had actually mutated from the human species into a new species that had never been discovered.

A rotten body would become difficult to move, so in order to ensure body functions, he replaced all the rotten organs with mechanical ones.

However, the continuous decay of his body was difficult to stop. Now, only half of the skin of one eye and one-third of his brain were left on his body. He was sleepless and ugly, looking very much like a mechanical slave that had only appeared in the darkest history of the human race.

"No news yet?" Goree asked. His entire vocal system had been removed and replaced three days ago, so his voice was dry and he spoke word by word.

"Please wait a moment." His smart butler responded, "We are confirming with Mr. Rawlsen."

"Tell him I'll give him three more days at most," said Goree, staring at the flickering ceiling without blinking.

Three days is the limit for the remaining one-third of his brain to rot. If there is no news after three days, he will have to consider fully mechanizing his brain first.

Replacing other parts with machines would not affect his thinking too much, but the structure of the brain was too complicated. In the past, every time a part of the rotten brain was replaced, he would clearly feel that something was leaving him. When his brain was completely mechanized, Gori did not dare to say that it would be himself who woke up from the operating table.

"Understood." The intelligent butler responded calmly, and after a moment, he said, "Mr. Rawlsen requests to speak to you."

"allow."

Two seconds later, Rawlsn's voice rang out in the room.

"I'm sorry for the delay in responding to you." Rawlsn's warm tone was as insincere as usual, and it sounded as light and unfounded as a lie.

"Yeah." Gori couldn't say "It's okay" to such a tone, so he just responded coldly, indicating Rawlsen to get straight to the point.

"Okay, okay." Rawlsen sighed and put away the more pleasantries in his mind. "We did get some information about the whereabouts of your brother, Mr. Gore."

Goree lay on the operating table, his eyes unconsciously turning in the direction of the sound.

"Do you know the host named Yuying?" asked Rawlsen.

Of course Gori knew that the news of Earth's return was a hot topic. He could hear some of the news even when he was lying on the operating table.

Especially since he is a human, even though he is a space pirate, as a human he is still very concerned about the news about the return of the Earth.

"so?"

"This is a confidential project related to the human species. Forgive me for not being able to reveal more to you due to the confidentiality principle." Rawlsen answered tactfully, "If you are interested, you can do some research on this..."

"Space windows always appear with storms and rain."

The hint was sufficient to be close to being explicit, and with Goree's intelligence, Rawlsen had no doubt that he could immediately think of what he wanted to say.

Rawlsen destroyed the disposable optical computer in his hand, and waited until the starship left the area before he waved to Feifei, who was on standby, and asked him to remove the signal shielding in the room. He then listened to the progress of the voice simulation outside the room, and after turning off the voice simulation, he chatted with Feifei along the topic. His tone was natural and there was no flaw at all.

This kind of thing can only be done by mechanical and insect species like him and Feifei who have no emotions. Beast species like his deputy captain do not have enough psychological quality, and it is easy for the group of people who are monitoring them to hear that their tone is wrong.

Ten minutes later, Rawlsn received one-third of the payment from Goree - the code for the safe deposit box of a well-known interstellar bank.

Doing business with pirates is risky, and payments are often in kind, so the charging model is different from that of ordinary business.

When doing business with a serious businessman like Xifa, the deposit and balance are divided into two installments, and the specific proportion is negotiated. However, when doing business with pirates, half of the deposit is paid first, and the payment is made gradually as the mission progresses, in case the pirates are arrested halfway through the business, wasting their hard work.

Rawlsen threw the safe code to the deputy captain to deal with the follow-up. He hummed a tune, took out his leaf-frying insects, ate them with a crunch, and supervised his subordinates' work.

After each contact with Gori, all traces left behind must be cleaned up without leaving a trace.

Now everything related to the Earth can touch the sensitive nerves of the human race, and every starship of Rawlson's team is under close surveillance.

This was his initiative, otherwise his team would still be stuck in rounds of review, not knowing when they could fly to the free sea of stars.

"If you know you are being monitored, you shouldn't take this kind of job." The deputy captain secretly complained about him, but still worked hard to deal with the shameful proceeds from the safe.

Ninety-nine percent of the things collected by the star pirates are stolen goods. The ones that Rawlsen likes are secretly brought back for him to enjoy, and the rest are put on the black market through various channels and exchanged for large amounts of resources and star coins without getting involved in the matter themselves.

The second-in-command was adept at these things, and sometimes he felt that he and Goree had a lot in common, both of them had the job of cleaning up the mess of their willful and reckless superiors.

But this did not stop him from complaining in a low voice.

"Hmm..." Rawls thought for a moment and said, "But this is more interesting."

He is not an emotional beast or human, and ordinary stimulation has no effect on him. However, this kind of tightrope-walking adventure can excite him more.

If not for this, Rawlsen would not have come out to be an interstellar searcher, but would have stayed in the insect nest honestly. With the influence of his atavism on his fellow tribesmen, he could have indulged in luxury and debauchery as he wanted without any problem.

The deputy captain stared at Rawls silently for three seconds, then smashed his favorite cup and left.

Rawlsn shrugged as if nothing had happened, grabbed a handful of leaf insects and snapped them, wondering how Gori would react after getting the information.

The space window area was tightly sealed by humans. People outside could not get in and people inside could not get out. Gore's body was kept in the innermost starship.

—In order to conduct research better, humans cleaned up all the "debris" around the space window. Whether it was corpses or starship wreckage, they were all salvaged from the undercurrent vortex.

The innocent civilians who were caught in the vortex cannot be notified to their families for the time being due to the confidentiality of the project. Their bodies will be sealed and kept for subsequent processing. However, space pirates like Gore who have committed numerous crimes and will be sentenced to death if caught will be sent to researchers to study the various impacts caused by the space window.

In any case, if Gori wanted to take his brother's body away, the only way was to enter the most heavily guarded area of the human race and steal the body out of the most core laboratory.

This is not an easy thing to do.

Rawls is very interested in what actions Goree will take next.

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On the other side, human researchers were sitting together discussing Gore's cell analysis report.

Some of Gore's cells are mutated cells that are different from those of ordinary humans and are abnormally active. Even after the person is dead, they still maintain considerable activity, like dormant seeds that will immediately take root and sprout as long as the conditions are right.

After discovering this, they immediately froze Gore's body in a vacuum freeze, but no one of them could come up with a convincing reason for this abnormal phenomenon.

"It's definitely the radiation mutation of the space window!" One side argued, "It's impossible for a normal human body to maintain cell activity after death. It must be a mutation caused by radiation!"

"But these cells are not formed by radiation," the other party retorted. "These are special cells that are produced by the human species itself. It's just that the number of them in Gore is much greater than ours, even tens of thousands of times higher than the pathogenic amount."

He believes this is the real reason for the extraordinary activity of Gore cells.

—Humans have extremely small amounts of these special cells in their bodies. Although the specific effects of these cells on the human body have not yet been studied, if there are too many or too few of these cells, serious consequences will occur.

Too few special cells is an incurable terminal illness that almost always occurs in newborns. Once the newborn's body is too weak, this possibility must be suspected. It will not take more than a month from onset to death from organ failure.

Too many special cells, such as Gore's, often mean genetic emotional control disorders and IQ defects. The patients are like violent, bloody and powerful naughty children, and many of them have a history of eating pets and even cannibalism.

Both sides insisted on their own opinions and once again almost got into a fight in the conference room.

If you can't force someone to do something, then use force. This is a glorious tradition of the human race.

The author has something to say: Today is the StarCraft home game.

The manuscript box is exhausted, tomorrow's update will be sent on time as much as possible qaq

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