Washington, America-
Deep White Biotechnology Headquarters
D-13 floor
Non-relevant persons are strictly prohibited from entering
secret area
"The scariest thing about 'siren' is far from being biologically tough - what's really scary is their ability to learn..."
An overly young voice echoed in this overly spacious space.
The silver metal walls and the dazzling white spotlights at the top make the light here almost blinding, the temperature is very cold, and the air has a very faint smell of chemicals.
Simon sat on the suspended streamlined aluminum seat and spoke to the silent men in front of him. He was very thin, nearly below fifteen percent body fat, the skin stretched over his skull, and his cheeks were sunken. His eyelashes had fallen out from inflammation from a previous artificial organ transplant, and pink eyelids encased his eyeballs - looking like a dummy. He had completely turned into an ugly monster because of that accident, and the monster's eyes were now full of icy light. If he didn't say it, no one would think that he was still a teenager... Those innocence that remained in his body, belonged to the youth, had completely disappeared, and the only thing left in this body was the fear of that kind of name. For the deep hatred of the "Siren" monster.
The men in front of him had very uniform attire, a special black biological exoskeleton device, everyone was expressionless, and their eyes were as cold as machines. There is a special aura about them—the scent of a murderer.
"Poseidon" special operations team.
This is a group of special forces trained and cultivated entirely by the secret funding of Deep White Biotechnology - Deep White Technology has cooperated extensively and deeply with the federal government's Department of Veterans Affairs in the past ten years, and it has generously donated a large amount of Deep White Products produced by technology are used to help disabled soldiers better return to normal life. From simple biological prosthetics to artificial prostheses that can replace almost 60% of body parts... Countless soldiers have been spared the pain of physical disabilities. In this way, a large number of excellent soldiers, agents, and frontline staff of the secret department were recruited into the "Poseidon" organization.
According to official records, this is almost the top high-tech secret armed group in the world, and it is just a mutual aid group of a rehabilitation institution under Shenbai Biotechnology.
Before the Arctic incident, Simon never thought that one day he would have an intersection with such a secret army, but the moment he opened his eyes from the secret ward half a month ago-the trajectory of his life changed.
Now, Simon is the chief technical support staff of the "Poseidon" task force—and not just because he was the only survivor of that accident, of course.
"… 'Sirens' are more terrifying than we thought, with five times as many neurons in their brains as humans, and they also have a more developed memory system than any known animal. In a 'native' state They are arguably invincible at the bottom of the sea, which limits their evolution towards intelligence, but now—"
Simon clicked on a projection.
That's the recorded fragment of Subject 7371 who escaped before.
In the video, it looks through the transparent outer wall of the petri dish as the researchers switch between two different images per second, for ten minutes. Then, it placed those pictures in front of the researchers in exactly the same order.
This can be said to be an unimaginable scene, and the secret army members who had no expressions at first also showed their amazed expressions.
Although it was only a slight movement, it was enough.
"It just goes to show that their memory is very powerful."
Someone said indifferently.
Simon gave him a smile, with a strong sarcasm.
"Experimental subject 7371 is the most capable individual in the entire 'Siren' project. It can successfully solve advanced mathematics problems at the university level within half a year of its formation. The research staff at that time, like you, thought that This is an expression of rain-like 'conceptual thinking' rather than our exact 'wisdom', because it simultaneously exhibits extreme brutality in experiments, a deep thirst for meat and a pursuit of the thrill of killing—let it The bestiality belied its outstanding performance in intelligence. Later, some of this group of numb and unimaginative guys were killed in the research institute under the Arctic sea of ice, while the other can be said to be a failure. The Sirens, the individuals we call the 'Prince', killed the rest of the idiots."
He pointed at the questioning soldier, who was twice his height and was equipped with two high-energy pulse guns. The three blue wavy metal crests on the collar showed that he was the middle of the team. leader.
"If you still see them as animals for the rest of the hunt, then I'm sure you won't need that exoskeleton on your body any time soon - I'll warn you, they're very, very, very smart .And in the short period of time they escaped from the deep white, they may have acquired a more terrible evolution. You must deal with them with the highest degree of vigilance. Especially the experimental subject 7371, we have implanted a The parasitic egg that belongs only to red phosphorus. Before the accident, we believed that without drug control, Subject 7371 would soon die from the parasitic egg of that egg, and the parasitic egg that was not fully developed would also die. Unable to adapt to the external environment and died, all our data proves this, but in fact - we all know what happened to the dharma body. Subject 7371 devoured the egg in the body and was in a state of juvenile never before Escape... We still have a chance of catching it before it's fully metamorphosed from its juvenile state. And once it's fully grown—"
Simon pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a zombie-like smile.
"Then we are likely to face a nuclear bomb-level biological weapon."
He finished indifferently.
After that, no one objected again.
Then his watch emits a regular blue light and a slight vibration.
It's time for his treatment.
Simon followed his current medical officer, his former work mate (and the one he thought was an idiot), into the white medical bay.
Due to the secretive nature of the arctic event, he has been receiving clandestine medical treatment from Deep White rather than public medical treatment since he woke up - because few people can explain how those organs in his body were shattered to pieces.
Today, half of his organs are artificial, and the replacement of the heart and lungs makes him almost undetectable. However, the function of the artificial kidney is still not satisfactory, so every twenty-four hours, he needs to undergo a simplified dialysis to maintain the normal functioning of the body.
Simon watched as the medical officer pulled a tube out of the white box-shaped therapeutic apparatus and inserted it into the metal piston reserved at his waist.
His seat was slowly lowered, and a low hum signaled the start of the session.
"So, how are you feeling today?"
The medical officer spoke to him, and he gave him a service smile.
Simon raised his eyebrows.
"What do you say? I thought I wasn't going to get my life until I was sixty. Just ten days ago I had a catheter in and now I have to work every day, chasing the kind that easily kills you ten thousand All kinds of biological weapons. If you think I really think I'm having a good time every day?"
The medical officer's smile froze on his face. He looked at Simon and fell into an obvious overwhelm.
"Well, it's already a miracle that you're still alive..."
"That man... that CIA," Simon interrupted, "how is he?"
The medical officer's expression became more subtle, he hesitated for a while, then put his head to Simon's ear and whispered.
"The situation has stabilized -- that's all we know, the people in the Pentagon have been by his side, and I don't think those people would have even allowed us access to him if it weren't for the fact that only we had the ability to stabilize him."
"That means he hasn't woken up yet..."
Simon muttered to himself.
"You care about him... why?"
"I... I just... "
Simon's voice got stuck in his throat, and there was an unprecedented confused look on his face, as if he didn't understand why he was acting so concerned.
The medical officer seemed to want to say something, but Simon's communication machine rang at this moment.
Simon pressed the white button beside his ear.
"I'm Simon... new orders?, I'm ready to receive." He waved, and the medical officer automatically left the treatment room. As the door closed, the special partition shielded the entire space into a secret room, and only the information of a special band could be transmitted to the communicator beside Simon's ear.
After dozens of seconds, Simon's eyes widened in shock.
"What? Change the primary pursuit authority for Subject 7371? No, I don't think it would be a sensible enough decision... Yes, I've seen the power of the 'Prince', but that's why I absolutely can't accept it Command: Experimental 7371 is several times more dangerous than 'Prince'. If the primary pursuit authority is transferred to 'Prince', Experiment 7371 is likely to evolve directly in which corner of the gap we are chasing 'Prince'... "
Simon was almost unable to control his voice. He couldn't believe that the stupid woman across from the communicator would make such a decision.
She even asked everyone to focus on searching for the 'Prince'...
No one would consider the "Siren" to be an ordinary experimental object after being attacked so terribly.
After Simon woke up from a deep coma, he almost reorganized all the data from the entire experiment since its inception.
Even with Simon's level of genius, it is extremely difficult to fully understand the entire Siren plan in such a short period of time. But that didn't stop Simon from realizing the two anomalies in the whole plan.
"Prince" and Test Subject 7371.
The "Prince" - which is actually essentially different from the traditional "Siren" - is not so much a "Siren" as it is a human clone doped with the "Siren" gene. He can't even maintain the stability of the "transformed species" (the state where the upper body is human and the lower body is a fish tail), most of the time, it even looks exactly the same as a human, he has very high language learning ability, smart , handsome, likes to read, and even had a relationship with its female breeder.
It seems to be perfectly disguised as a human if it hadn't had to stay in the water for long periods of time and could transform into a native species. It is precisely because of this that its attack power is not even comparable to that of the ordinary 'Siren', and its outstanding performance in intelligence has caused concern in the Pentagon after this. It's been destroyed on paper, when in fact it's at the bottom of a floating island laboratory in the Arctic...
Simon closed his eyes, and the records about the "Prince" were played back like a slideshow in his mind. Although there is no evidence, Simon instinctively felt that the purpose it was cultivated was probably not in the direction of biological weapons, but in another way that was more contrary to humanitarianism...
Experiment 7371 is another huge mistake.
The red phosphorus parasitic egg implanted in it was discovered fourteen years ago in a deformed red phosphorus body. That is a very, very rare native species of red phosphorus that lives in the temperate waters of the northern Pacific Ocean.
However, it has very pronounced external deformities, hypoplasia presumably due to marine pollution - insufficient cellular activity to divide into viable blue scales, and abnormal development of the vocal cords and bones and scales.
It is so ugly and fragile that it was even mistaken for an ordinary deep-sea fish when it was first discovered. By the time Deep White Technology got the news and rushed to the scene, it had already died from a large number of unknown cuts on its body.
However, researchers were shocked to find a viable fertilized egg in it.
A red phosphorus egg.
Deep White has cultivated it in the laboratory for more than ten years, but has not been able to successfully activate this extremely defective parasitic egg, and its activity is gradually disappearing.
Under such circumstances, in order to save this possible red phosphorus, the researchers finally chose to transplant it into the brutal blue scale-Experimental Subject 7371.
And the last thing no one thought of. Experiment 7371 devoured the egg, and now no one can confirm whether it is red phosphorus or blue scales. The only thing that can be determined is that it has become extremely dangerous because of this mutation.
"... Experimental 7371 is far more dangerous than the 'Prince'! If it is left alone, it is very likely to cause an irreparable situation in the end!"
Simon took a deep breath and tried one last time to get the man to take back the ridiculous order.
"I do not care."
Caroline stood in front of a huge transparent observation window and said expressionlessly.
On the other side of the observation window, dozens of the world's top medical experts were rescuing the man on the operating table with pale faces. On the pale green operating table, the man's pale, bloodless body was as lifeless as a corpse.
"I'm going to get the damn 'Prince' back for me before you guys - at any cost... That's an order!"
"boom-"
In front of Caroline, the doctor picked up the pacemaker and pressed it on Vincent's chest.
"boom-"
The man's body bounced, and then fell heavily.
"boom-"
…
Tears poured down Caroline's cheeks unknowingly.
Looking at the hustle and bustle on the other side, she choked up and made another call.
A phone call she didn't want to make but had to make.
"…I need some people."
Her voice was hollow like worm-eaten sawdust.
"I need you guys to get Rand Sivers under control, and I need a medical team on call...yes, a medical team that can do an organ transplant...if necessary, I need you to be as fast as possible...to get his organs Sent to Washington…”
Caroline put her forehead against the cold glass, slipped slowly, and knelt on the ground.
She held the phone tremblingly in her arms and let out a silent sob.