A few days later, in a secret laboratory inside NASA, a middle-aged man in a white coat was stroking the outer wall of a sealed container with fanatical eyes.
"Oh my god, this is so beautiful!"
The alien creature that looked like a ball of 'mud' in the sealed container seemed to be able to sense the surrounding environment, so it also squirmed its body and stuck to the corresponding position of the palm, as if it wanted to do something.
"Sorry to bother you. Although this may make you unhappy, the country spent more than a billion US dollars to build 'Life One' and only brought back a few pieces of mud?"
Looking at Dr. Holland interacting with such a disgusting thing with an intoxicated look on his face, a major general in military uniform nearby said with some dissatisfaction.
"Mud? These are alien species that our good guys brought back from that strange planet at the cost of their lives! Their value cannot be measured by money!"
Dr. Holland said unhappily as he withdrew his hand. At the same time, the yellow "mud" inside also shrank back.
"You'd better go and tell those officials in Congress and the families of the victims about this and see if they will stuff this mud into your PY. Sorry, I'm a little too rude, but if you can't tell me now what these things are used for and how much value they can bring so that I can have an explanation, then next I will stuff this thing into your PY with my own hands. I mean what I say!"
The look in the major general's eyes was extremely terrifying, like a tiger about to devour someone!
Dr. Holland was startled and finally realized the difference in their identities. Although he had profound attainments in biology and had previously worked as a team to study the body structure of other aliens (Chitauri).
But he is not irreplaceable, and he cannot afford to offend a major general who holds power.
He was just so excited and delighted that he ignored this point.
So he immediately made amends, "I'm sorry, Major General Delong, the initial observation report will be out soon, please wait for me."
After saying that, he immediately ran to the machine nearby and started operating it frantically.
After a while, he reported: "After our initial observations and experiments, this alien creature cannot adapt to the environment of the earth, or they cannot survive independently in an oxygen-rich environment."
"But then we made another important discovery. This alien creature is actually a parasite. They can parasitize the host body to achieve coexistence."
After saying this, he picked one of the vessels and connected it to the other vessel containing the little white rabbit. Then everyone saw this mass of "mud"-like thing wriggling over little by little, and then in the blink of an eye it all entered the body of the poor rabbit.
But within a few seconds, the poor rabbit died suddenly, while the ball of "mud" crawled out of its body intact, and then quickly returned to its own container. Obviously, the simulated earth environment there made it impossible for it to survive. If it did not leave within half a minute to a minute, it would die completely.
"So, these clumps of 'mud' are parasites from alien planets? Or are they harmful 'pests'? Am I right in understanding this?"
The major general, who had been watching for a long time, spoke again.
Dr. Holland's face immediately changed when he heard this, and he hurriedly explained: "These organisms need to combine with hosts that can breathe in order to coexist in an oxygen-rich environment. So this is not that it is actively killing the host, but a violent rejection reaction. In other words, the 'blood type' between the two parties does not match, similar to organ transplantation, the biological interaction between two different organisms..."
"Doctor, the reason I'm standing here is to know what value these things have, not to listen to your academic report. So now please tell me, is this thing useful? What is its use? If you still want to continue researching this thing, then you have to give me a reason to help you convince everyone else. Only in this way will the sacrifice of Life No. 1 be worthwhile."
In stark contrast to the excited and fanatical expressions of the surrounding researchers, the major general asked with a cold face.
Dr. Holland knew that the crash of Life No. 1 put a lot of pressure on the military. After all, it involved the whereabouts of billions of dollars and the investment of tens of billions or even hundreds of billions of dollars in the future.
It is impossible for a country to be ruled by one person alone. There are struggles between parties and exchanges of interests. If there are people who support a proposal, there will definitely be people who oppose it.
If tens of billions of dollars were to go down the drain, not to mention that the opposition parties with different opinions would definitely take the opportunity to cause trouble, even if it was one of our own people, someone would have to stand up and take the blame.
Obviously, this major general is the most likely candidate to be pushed out to take the blame. His position is high enough, but not particularly important, making him a perfect candidate to take the blame.
Thinking about it this way, it is understandable why this major general is so eager to stay here and ask for an explanation.
The effect of these lumps of "mud" brought back by Life No. 1 will determine whether he will be blamed for his crimes or for a shining golden pot!
If what Dr. Holland and others said did not satisfy him, then he would naturally not make it easy for them.
So Dr. Holland gritted his teeth and directly stated his unconfirmed opinion.
"Space Warrior! This is the name I gave to my next plan. Since this alien creature can adapt to the oxygen-rich environment of the Earth through symbiosis, then conversely, can we humans also use this unique symbiotic relationship to survive on the other planet without the help of any equipment!?"
"And I personally believe that once this alien creature finds a matching host, it will definitely give us even greater surprises, such as a super soldier created by the Beyond Warrior Serum!"
After finishing speaking, Dr. Holland lowered his head in shame. As a scientific researcher, he should not exaggerate unconfirmed speculations, but should pursue rigor and truth from facts.
But there is no other way. If he wants to continue studying this thing, he must make it look like it is worth studying. After all, this was obtained at the cost of more than one billion US dollars and the lives of six astronauts!
After listening to Dr. Holland's "big promises", the major general was not angry. Instead, his eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face.
"Space Warrior? Good, that's it! Dr. Holland, please write me a report as soon as possible. The country will definitely strongly support your research."