"Whoa..."
In the icy artificial repair fluid, Vincent gently swayed his now huge body. His scales reflected a filthy light in the pure white light, and each scale was full of interlaced gaps, revealing the bright red throbbing muscles underneath, which didn't look like cuts, but more like his The lower body swelled and grew in an extreme period of time, and the tear wound caused by the flesh was opened.
The repair fluid became cloudy, as foul-smelling tissue pus drifted out of those wounds with every shake.
Its current appearance is reminiscent of the low-level monsters kneaded out of resin and gel from horror movies. Closed in a special confinement ball without any light and sound for a long time, the siren cells in its body have transformed it into a rather strange appearance - the skin is transparent, and you can see through its upper body. Muscle and fascia tissue, all body hair is lost, only sparse cilia with sensory organs are retained in the scalp part, the eyes have degenerated into two red fleshy balls covered with albuginea, vision is degenerated, and the redundant appendages are in front It had all fallen off, leaving only its head and smooth, streamlined body.
For example, it now looks like a giant meat worm with a humanoid head.
After trying to get out of that damn ghost place, Vincent even had to invade humans to see what he looks like now through their "eyes"—
At that time, it felt extremely disgusting and astonished even though it was quite sane.
Of course, it has struggled to get itself back to normal after that. For example, in order to restore his transparent skin as soon as possible, high-wattage incandescent lamps that can burn people's eyes are shining all the time in this main control room, even if this makes Vincent feel the huge pain of burning his skin every second.
In addition, some of the researchers who were retained by it have formulated a potion to stimulate its recovery in a very short period of time, but the effect is not very good. After so many days, the real change in Vincent's body is only the growth of thin and dumb lower limbs from the abdomen-they are like the calves of deformed babies, protruding from the left and right sides of its lower abdomen, respectively. The toes are webbed, and the skin is covered with rough, shapeless scales.
Why did he turn into such a sad appearance, tortured by great pain and terror - Vincent never forgot the process of his becoming like this.
After taking him to a military base, to train him, Pentagon scientists used a new formulation.
Surprisingly, it brought Vincent back to his senses bit by bit in a chaotic state - it tried to communicate with them, or rather, dialogue, it proposed that it could give up everything, and would give deep white, everything that the Siren experimented with, for free. The data and raw materials are handed over to the government, only hoping that they can restore it to its human identity and return it to Rand's side.
However, its request was ruthlessly rejected.
Possessing human mind and body of Siren, Vincent Sivers, as an extremely special test individual, has undergone terrible human experiments here that are unimaginable for ordinary humans.
Before this, even Vincent Sivers never thought that having human consciousness would be a terrible weakness.
They imprisoned and pressurized it into a hyperbaric chamber that was almost immobile, completely blocking light and sound, because they noticed the powerful physique of the Siren, they did not even give it any feeding.
Under extreme starvation, Vincent even devoured the dander and appendages he shed.
It's been a long time in this environment... maybe, not too long, just that the passage of time is always very slow and blurry in that situation.
And after the experimenters thought he had been completely overwhelmed by this more terrifying darkness and loneliness, fantasizing that when it was released, it would be tamed by fear like animals (and the humans they had dealt with in the same way before) when they fished it out.
Afterwards, Vincent Sivers solved it all with the Sirens.
After all, from the perspective of the deep white controllers before, these inexperienced newbies seem to have insufficient understanding of the dangers of sirens, and their protective measures are too weak.
He first ate the young recorder who always looked at it through the observation window.
After hollowing out the internal organs and putting in a small piece of his own body, Vincent found that he could manipulate the human body like a remote control toy.
He had the recorder call in the lab manager.
"What happened?! You said his vi value changed abnormally? I—"
The manager stuck his head above the sink in confusion and looked at Vincent, who was sinking motionless like dead wood.
Unbeknownst to him, the segregation net of the sink had been removed.
Immediately afterwards, he was extremely terrified to find that the man who was always submissive in front of him pressed him into the sink with terrifying force, and the experimental body, which had been motionless like a wet mummy, protruded from behind him. The icy forelimbs, then suddenly buckled.
... ah, how did it pierce the older man's head with its mouthparts, suck his brains, and hollow out his guts? Vincent stuck out his blue tongue, and his lips quivered for a moment.
To this day, it can remember how the warm, soft meat and sticky blood filled its parched abdominal cavity, giving it both appetite and spiritual satisfaction.
Vincent Sivers deeply and completely realized that human beings are actually just a kind of food, and the hatred that accompanies them makes them taste extremely delicious.
It took control of the entire base more easily than expected, and of course, a considerable number of humans died in the process, and their bodies became food for the sirens. But Vinson still retains the necessary researchers to keep the whole experiment going, and he needs more of his kind... More siren subjects, whether they're successful or unsuccessful, come back After the United States (yes, Vincent doesn't plan to stay in this damned place for a lifetime, it will definitely return to the human world), it needs enough of its kind to fight the government and the military, in such a In the imagination, Vincent controls the base controller that has just begun to rot, a certain naval commander, and asks for more and more human soldiers from the mainland.
The secret laboratory far away from the homeland is its best barrier, and the Pentagon, which has reported great hopes for the Siren test, has no doubts at all. After all, the commander and the coordinators they sent in the past have given this test quite good. evaluation of. Of course, they wouldn't know that under Vincent's control, it was impossible for the entire base to say a word beyond Vincent's script.
Everything is under Vincent's control.
Just a little more time, more time to get it back to normal, and it can go back to Rand and protect him to live a happy, happy, undisturbed life...
"Whoa..."
Vincent turned over again in the sink, the pain of the wound, and the long-term and wide-ranging activities of the Siren experiment in the entire base made Vincent always in a state of extreme mental exhaustion.
Just like being drunk, or the feeling after staying up late for a long time, sometimes he feels that he is in a dream, and sometimes he feels abnormally awake.
Just now, it thought that it might have seen Rand.
Oh, is that just an illusion brought on by thoughts
In fact, from the perspective of a bystander. Vincent Sievers' mental state is not normal - Siren cells have been eroding his human consciousness to some extent, and his human consciousness has also been close to insanity in previous experiments. It can't actually plan things, and it can't really plan things, just like it can't distinguish between reality and illusion now - the flame burning with the soul as the raw material is nothing more than the surging hatred and delusion. In Chaos's consciousness, there are only two thoughts, revenge, change back to the original and then return to Rand's side... Even if there is only a hint of sobriety, I am afraid Vincent Sivers will realize that this is impossible.
However, it has to be said that Vincent Sivers was very lucky.
The isolated nature of the floating island base, as well as the Pentagon's ignorance of the Siren program, allowed it to maintain its illusory control for quite some time.
Until the arrival of Simon and others—
Dr. Sean, who had been pretending to be crazy and selling fools and escaped, and a few human soldiers who were in charge of controlling the operation of the entire base, finally found the opportunity to contact the outsiders headed by Simon.
If we can unite them and the soldiers who have not been tested... The real situation of the base is likely to be passed on to the outside world.
…
In the researcher's lounge, Simon read the numbers and letters on the note word by word.
tafsir260000z260624
wsrwy14
It's a lot like a weather code - and from the letters on the note Simon got, it's a normal airport forecast (taf), but it's a super incomplete one , and, arguably, an error-ridden forecast.
The airport code should be followed by taf, but in my impression, no airport uses this code - it is more likely to refer to the -2 floating island base, and 260000z260624 refers to the validity period of this forecast from 0600 UTC to 2400 on the 26th. Universal Time - Information on customs and visibility that should be after is missing. In its place is a nondescript windshear warning message—
wsrwy14, according to normal understanding, refers to the occurrence of wind shear on runway 14.
So in summary, this information means... Between 6:00 and 24:00 on the 26th, there will be a wind cutting edge warning on the Floating Island Runway 14
Under what circumstances is there a windshear warning? This situation only needs to be considered when an aircraft is landing or taking off. And Simon remembers that the top of the floating island did seem to have built a runway for small planes to land...
With the Siren experiment already occupying the base, is Dr. Sean planning to escape by plane? !
Simon lowered his eyes, tore the note, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it bit by bit with saliva.
26th... That is, 1 day left...
"Damn!"
Simon cursed in a low voice.
He got up quickly, pulled out his USB flash drive, and then used the low light to pry open the charging port on the side of the wall, and then pulled out two wires...