"Can even Pad be copied?" Charles immediately asked a key question.
"His appearance and consciousness are fine, but his abilities are not. His power comes from a mixture of 007 and 014. The higher the level of a god, the more difficult it is to copy. Their powers are unique."
The other party's words made Charles happy and sad. He was happy that the other party would not have an army of gods, but he was sad that humans would ultimately not be able to use the power of gods like they used fire and bullets.
"Since you are so important, you can just copy a few more so that one person can serve as several people." Charles said.
"How do you know we won't do that?" Charles was stunned by the other party's words.
"Okay, we've finished our work. Now it's your turn. Tell me, what's going on with your memory? What's in it?" Piper asked again.
Charles looked at the two of them and smiled calmly. "To be honest, I don't know what's in my memory."
Charles' words were very irritating, but before Piper could say anything, the bird head stretched out its mummy-like front claws to stop him, then turned and left the room.
Charles was very surprised by the other party's reaction. Even though he broke the appointment, they did not punish him or even say a harsh word to him.
On the way back, Crow Head said to Piper, "Since he doesn't want to communicate, there's no need for us to force him. We can find out the truth in other ways."
The two then left the laboratory and let the clone take over, starting to scan Charles from all angles.
But soon, when they used various different spectra to scan his body, the number of clones in the laboratory began to decrease when using a certain spectrum.
Their spectral scans touched upon the non-existence that had been surrounding Charles.
At first they didn't realize it was caused by memetic infection, but when they found that there were not enough people in the experiment, they were sure that they were infected by the memetic infection.
“What’s wrong with this guy! Isn’t there a meme infection in his memory? How come even his appearance is problematic!!” Pogro, who was watching, shouted in exasperation.
"Turn off the screen quickly, otherwise we will be cloned again." As Piper finished speaking, the projection screen in front of him disappeared instantly.
"I was against him joining the Foundation before. There are too many messed up things about this guy. He is a complete bomb. Letting him join before we figure it out is like hanging the sword of Damocles over our heads. No one knows when it will fall."
The crow shook his head. "It's not mainly him, but also his wife and children, and the rat of 007."
"Our current situation is not very good. Starting Plan No. 3 is very time-consuming and labor-intensive. If we can bring them here through Charles, it would be great."
"Without them, Earthsea's resistance will be much less, and his daughter, Winky, is not so easy to capture."
"So what do we do now? Plan Three is about to be activated. We don't have time to take our time."
"There is a way. I've said it before. As long as he is on the same side as us and understands our purpose, he will eventually join us."
Charles opened his eyes from his sleep and glanced at the eight o'clock clock on the wall. He put on his coat that was placed on the stool next to him, went to the bathroom, picked up the toothpaste and toothbrush and started washing.
When I finished washing up, breakfast was delivered to the door, which was soybean milk and fried dough sticks. This is also a message that they know themselves very well, maybe even better than themselves.
Charles brought breakfast to the table and ate it slowly. While eating, he sorted out the information he had obtained so far, looking for any possibility of a turnaround.
The more urgent the time is, the less anxious you should be, and you must not let them see what you are going to do. Fortunately, the other party seems unable to observe your memory. This is the only good news among many bad news.
When Charles turned his head to look over there, the door opened and he saw the Crow Head outside. "Charles, let's have a good chat."
Charles' brows tightened slightly, thinking about the other party's purpose in his heart, "Okay, come in."
"Haha, if I squeeze in with my body, then I'm afraid you won't have a place to sleep tonight. Let's go out for a walk together. STIE6, you've been here for so long, I'll take you for a good walk."
After thinking about it, Charles walked towards the door, and under the guidance of Crow Brain, he walked forward along the spacious corridor.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is K9, but you can also call me Richard."
The other party's words made Charles turn his head and look at him instantly, but after realizing that it was just a coincidence and the other party could not be the other personality of the dead, he relaxed.
"Don't be too nervous. I'm inviting you on a personal basis. I want to talk to you."
"Let's talk, you pick a topic." No matter what the other party's purpose is, Charles' current goal is to collect enough information as soon as possible.
Escape from here, tell everyone what happened here, and work together again to save your family and your home.
"I really like your attitude in using the mages from the Western Sea as human bombs. Most people are not so decisive. With their help, our exploration was able to be so fast."
"Actually, think about it. We are doing the same thing now. I think the will of the Foundation is also in you."
Charles looked at the four-meter-tall bird-headed monster next to him and said, "So, you want to recruit me to join? I can consider it."
"Don't pretend to join us. I can feel it. I know you must be hostile to us now, but it doesn't matter. You will understand after I finish speaking. Let me ask you, do you think the humans in Earthsea are real humans?"
Charles looked sideways, "What do you mean?"
"What I want to say is, do you think real humans are afraid of sunlight? It is because of sunlight that so many lives are born, and in the end, humans are afraid of sunlight?"
"So strictly speaking, all the humans in the entire Earthsea, except you, are not normal humans."
Charles smiled. "Is that why you disregard their lives? Because they are polluted by the Earthsea?"
"Let me tell you a little secret. They are not adapted to life in the sea, nor are they polluted by anything. They are the product of our genetic plan."
"Eight hundred years ago, we exchanged some vampire genes with humans. That's why the humans in Earthsea are afraid of light, while vampires eat food reluctantly."
Charles looked at him with a complicated expression, "Why? Why did you do this?"
"To protect all of humanity."
(End of this chapter)