Allie had to push me off the seat. I walked to Dr. York as smoothly as possible, and despite the fact that I was suffering, I was careful not to look like the perverts in that terrible video. But I still can't do anything about my gauze-wrapped neck. I believe this inspired them.
"Ms. Fan Fan is a resident of Nashville and one of three death surrogates serving the Davidson County area." People applauded. I think Ellie provoked it. "Captain Gloria Jackson also works in Nashville. She has worked with several Federal Bureaus and local authorities to resolve the case."
I'm talking about what Dr. York taught me. I try not to make myself sound too mechanical. "We are here to answer any questions about replacement of agents or general death management."
Almost everyone was hit. marvelous. Gloria seemed to cheer up, so I took the initiative. "Uh, you." I pointed to the person closest to me, a black woman, with beautiful curly braids on top of her head, but terrible neon green nails, curled like weird claws.
"How do you decide who will live and who will die?"
"I didn't," I said. "Someone told me who to save. The Federal Bank for Reconstruction and Development requires our managers to ensure that all our replacements comply with federal regulations. I come to work like everyone else."
I chose another person. "What about the people in the burning building? Won't you save them?"
"I don't walk through burning buildings at will," I said. Allie made a face and said that I didn't grasp the point, so I tried to answer him again. "If I meet someone who is dying, yes, I will save them, if that's what you mean."
Next is an Asian man with glasses. "My wife has cancer and I was told that she cannot be saved. Why can't you save her?"
I try to avoid the individualization of this problem. If I don't do this, things will soon become very bad.
"Unfortunately, alternative potions can’t cure people. If I sit with your wife until she passes away and replaces her, then she won’t go—no matter where—but she will still be trapped in a one that will kill her. In the body. Once she is replaced, she will die again."
He wet his lips. "I know this can only buy more time, but..."
"This is why health care substitutes are not allowed," I said. "This is a waste of time."
This sentence is wrong. I knew it as soon as I said it. The air burned on my face.
"I mean, because I lost a day or two, you know, death. During that time, I might miss the chance to save others." I wet my lips and chose the woman who was crying in the video . I also expect her to treat me better. "Yes?"
"I don't understand how it works," she said.
Several people raised their hands to indicate that this is a hot topic, although it is not an easy topic to explain.
I gestured to Gloria, and her first reaction was to barely squeeze an awkward smile. "Once Zhèng Fǔ excluded NRD as exposure to infectious diseases or biological warfare, those with NRD were protected and detained. During their detention, military scientists conducted a large number of experiments and they discovered the ability to replace death. Some researchers believe that, There is a current transfer between the magnetic fields around human beings. Their magnetic field reverses, it prevents the customer from dying, but replaces death with the life of the agent."
Now everyone is leaning forward, I think we should prepare flashlights and toasted marshmallows for this story. "In view of this discovery, Zhèng Fǔ sees unlimited possibilities in terms of military development, but since there are few cases in NRD, they tried to replicate this phenomenon. This is the production process."
I turned to Gloria, trying to recall all the things she told me about her experience of becoming a soldier. These experiences were not many--just enough to show how terrible the suffering was. Of course, if you ask me, anything with needles and medical tests is torture.
Gloria hasn't completely eliminated the painful expression on her face, so Dr. York decided to intervene and help with medical treatment. "The most significant difference in the brain is the NRD and the brain without magnetite. They have a large amount of magnetite in the cerebral cortex."
"What is magnetite?" a man asked.
"This is a ferromagnetic mineral. Some animals are in their bodies. It can help them perceive magnetic fields. Birds contain this substance in their beaks and are used to fly between north and south magnetic poles in winter. It is basically It's a natural magnet."
The military came up with a good idea and stuffed a large cloud of magnetite into the minds of their soldiers. In most cases, it kills people or severely damages their brains. The survivor became. They can't resurrect or anything else, because they don't have real NRD, but magnetic materials help them read the magnetic field and make predictions. This skill is further improved through a trick called remote observation. This seems to be the only real result of these experiments. They can read patterns in the world and know what will happen based on the development of things.
Doctor York gestured with his hands. "We think that we can read the earth's magnetic field and the magnetic field around people, and this is how they help the replacement agent lock on the target of death. Death is a measurable disturbance in the magnetic field."
"But how do you read the fields?" a woman insisted, licking the gum like a cow with a grass dangling.
Gloria didn't look up from the polished shoes. Oh my God. If she hates it so much, why would she agree to it? "In the 1990s, the military conducted telepathic research to see if they could develop jīng god wars. Like me, I was taught to use remote observation. This is a skill established in research. I personally use drawing as a The medium for delivering images."
Doctor York said my name softly, as if to divert people's attention from Gloria. "Can you explain to them how your rd wakes you up?"
"Of course." I took a breath and tried to remove the growing pain in my muscles. I hate standing in one place. "Did any of you wake up when you were about to fall asleep? You know, it's as if you dreamed that you missed a step, and then you *** and wake up?"
Several people mingled in unison with soft whispers.
"This is the so-called muscle**. Your body will twitch, because your brain will mistakenly think that your breathing slows down and die, sending an electrical pulse through your body, causing your muscles, including your heart, to contract. This vibration means awakening you. With NRD, that’s it. Once we die, our brains start to wake us up by the bombardment of electrical impulses from the body. That’s why we need the brain to be resurrected. Without a brain, it’s the same. There is no pulsation. Neuroscientists are not sure why our brains do this, but this has not stopped them from naming it aplastic disorder."
"How long are you going to die?" the green-haired woman asked.
"It depends on the situation. The degree of damage the body suffers during death determines our response to impulses in our system-circulatory system, respiratory system, etc."
"Why does the church hate you?" someone asked.
Partial questions, a lot
I grinned. "I think they are jealous that Jesus is not the only one who has come back from the dead these days."
This makes me feel funny. Unfortunately, it didn't last long.
A man lying on a chair, with his arms on his knees, spoke with an accent. "Last night, two children were shot and killed near 11th Street. Three days before that, a woman was forced and stabbed to death. I can hardly believe that the replacement agent is making such a contribution to the world. Like this one. Things keep happening."
"There are only three of us," I said. "I can't be everywhere at the same time. Not to mention that when I die, I will lose a few days of my life. Therefore, even if I remain dead at any possible moment, I can only make it every year. About a hundred substitutes, I will be completely crazy."
That Jǐngcha doesn't seem to care about my jīng state at all. He grabbed the edge of the table. "You account for% of the world's population. This number is about 100 million people. Together, you can save millions, even a billion people, every year."
"It's not like this."
"Why?" he said. "Because you don't want to become stiff in a few days?"
My voice is getting louder and louder. "No, because your math is poor."
He opened his mouth and said another stupid thing, but I stopped him.
"I don’t have a% of the population to support me and gave me a brave goal in life. It’s not like some glorious Jǐng police forces, where we trade war scars. During my seven-year replacement period, I and about six The replacement agent talked. You base your numbers on the world’s population, but this is not accurate. In most Middle Eastern and African countries, once they find out that you have NRD, your head will be cut off."
I took a deep breath.
"Rìben and China are the only other countries that have a death-replacement system similar to ours. So you need to reduce your number to those groups. Then reduce your number, because most people in NRD do not know that they have NRD, and those who have NRD, fewer people become agents. Do you want to know why?"
I will define a rhetorical question for him in the future.
Dr. York raised his hands to me, as if to calm a crazy animal. Okay, maybe I'm a little frothy, but I don't plan to do it now.
"Do you know what sacrifice is?" I asked him. "You are a white American. I bet no one has ever treated you as a different person." (to be continued) (end of this chapter)