[My name is Brooks.]
Yu Chi's spirit was connected with the alien projection on the alien baby, and using the mind barrier technology, the name "Bux" naturally emerged. It's like being in a diary, and it's like writing this diary.
The foreign words appeared scatteredly in the diary.
Some are line by line and can be coherent; some are just broken words, strange and strange, and it is difficult to know their meaning.
Yu Chi focused on those coherent sentences, and there was a hallucination in front of his eyes, as if something had happened before, in another world, another time and space.
[Even Dr. Kalop said that I should die as soon as I was born.]
The more the hallucinations surged, the more the anxiety intensified. Yu Chi tried his best to calm down and get in touch with that dark force.
The mental barrier is an ego, which needs to be constructed by oneself. Now maybe Buchs is the prototype, maybe that is the original story:
I was a deformed child, born without a single rib, all the internal organs were weakly crowded together... Any Dr. Kalop would shake his head when he saw me. All the medicine they have mastered indicates that I should die. But I survived, not a day, not a year, I lived long enough...
My parents would have liked me to be born dead, but they were afraid of profane the gods, their revered goddess of life.
All life is valuable, all life is a precious gift from the Goddess of Life...
Therefore, even the most deformed and hideous life, the life born of sin, must be cherished. No abortion, no infanticide.
Abandon a life given to you by God, and you will also be abandoned by God...
Fear of gods and blind belief imprisoned and drove them... The more they feared offending the gods, the more careful they took care of me... Spending huge sums of money to install external mechanical ribs... Is this love? People say that love is conditional, a beautiful woman will not fall in love with a deformed person... If love has so many conditions, is it still so-called love, or is it a gorgeous disguise of other things...
These questions, too many questions, have been haunting me.
[who I am? Who am I if I am not sick?]
Yu Chi's mind was churning in chaos, as if he couldn't restrain himself, he would be swallowed by the barrier that hadn't been built yet.
This alien projection is distorting his mind...
Yu Chi opened his eyes and saw other people standing in front of different incubators. It was obviously not going well. Lou Xiaoning's brows were frowning, and Uncle Dan's complexion became a little weird... Everyone was talking with their respective incubators. The projections of aliens resisted, and no one stopped the action.
And the mental pillar is the powerful support of everyone.
While building the barrier, Yu Chi maintained a clear self-awareness with the mental support built up by his love for archaeology.
Magnificent tombs, magnificent cultural relics, mysterious symbols and graphics...
These loves and pursuits have stabilized Yu Chi, and deep in his heart, he still clearly knows who is Yu Chi, who is Wang Haifeng, and who is Bux.
But this also made the connection between him and Bux's projection shake, and the phantom picture flickered, the face of the deformed man who hung up the corpse of Dr. Karop on the dilapidated clock tower was hidden in the shadows down, more and more blurred...
Yu Chi gritted his teeth and once again focused his energy on that sentence:
[who I am? Who am I if I am not sick?]
Brooks
When I was a child, I always wondered why it was me. If I was not born with total rib loss, if I was born healthy, I could run like other people, I could confess to the girl I like, I could have a different life...
But... the person who thinks about this kind of what-if is me, the deformed Bux...
If Bucs was born healthy, I wouldn't exist, never have...
That healthy Buchs may be full of charm, may be despised by others, or may be mediocre...
But in his head, he doesn't have the emotions that I have... He doesn't have my experience, he won't understand me. Maybe he also treats people like me with contempt, pathetic, harmless, defenseless, powerless, hopeless, weak...
So, am I still Brooks? Is Bucs still me
No, I know it won't... It's the congenital absence of all ribs that makes me exist. Otherwise, there would be no me. If I was born healthy, I wouldn't value that I was born healthy, and if I didn't pay for my pain, I wouldn't try to get out of it.
get rid of? A healthy person should abhor the pain of disease, but should I, I was raised by such pain...
Disease is my creator.
At this moment, Yu Chi could hardly hold back the churning dark power, cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
This layer of spiritual barriers is actually condensed little by little in his mind, every bit is a bit of pain, but these constitute this self, Buchs, and possibly Lin Jing, and other burdens. choose…
Sentences composed of exotic characters surfaced more and more, with more unknown meanings, like the muffled thunder sounding in the dark cloud-covered night sky.
[What did humans heal?]
[Illness, isn't it a sense of alienation in some way...]
[Disease, isn't it easy to separate people, we, you, us, you...]
[A plague can reveal the true nature of people who claim to feed on love.]
[Why am I a disease like this?]
[Here is joy, there is sorrow.]
[No solution.]
[They fear us, they despise us, they hate us, they want us to disappear. them, us.]
[Born with twelve pairs of ribs is a disease. Born with bone, is healthy.]
[Let this world return to its original appearance. They hate me, I hate hypocrisy.]
[Dr. Kalop, what did you cure?]
[I have noticed you.]
[Now you are negatively selected, just like us. You are born of pain, you feed on misery. This taste will change you and you will never be the same again. In your head, you see yourself, and you see other people, all dead bodies, the obvious ones that stink, the deceptive ones that don't stink.]
[Hello, Yu Chi. My name is Bux Langton, and welcome to the Negative Choice Society.]
Several mental pillars suddenly vibrated violently, Yu Chi's right hand burst into pain, and suddenly pulled away from the forehead of the foreign baby out of control.
His right hand was trembling constantly, he felt that his fingers were all joined together, unable to stretch out, deformed and born...
He also felt something in his head, churning and churning, tearing, breaking...
"Captain Yu!?" Deng Ximei hurried up, Wu Shiyu made a gesture to print the old seal, and even Tong Ye and others who were separated by the surveillance camera seemed to have felt a chill. The foreign baby Xiao Haifeng in the incubator burst into tears.
"I, I... It's okay..." Yu Chi said hoarsely. Although the mental pillar was hit with some slight cracks, it can still stand upright for the time being.
And there is a layer of spiritual barriers that have been built... ready to move, but still suppressed...
Those different sentences were engraved in his mind like inscriptions, but he still didn't know all the meanings.
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