“What’s wrong with the gene pool
Isn't the process of silver turbidity to read ancient genes and make relevant matches? Anyway, there is no time limit. I want to record all the gene fragments that can be touched, so that I can choose the fragment that suits me best, right? "
William's question left the on-site staff with no way to refute it.
There has never been a situation like this.
Before William, any patient who went to the glandular area for silver turbidity was only conducting a simple "gene search", and once the appropriate gene fragment was found, the next step of grafting would be carried out.
There is no one like William, and it would be almost impossible for him to hand-transcribe an entire gene pool like William did.
“Although there is nothing wrong with what you are doing, it may lead to the leakage of the ‘ancient gene pool’.
Once it is leaked, it will have an adverse impact on the evolution of the entire Old World, and you may even be labeled a dangerous element by the monastery and be arrested at the highest level. "
William didn't move at all. Instead, he leisurely put his arms on the edge of the pool and tilted his head.
"So what are you going to do?"
“There are currently two solutions.
The first and safest method is to wait until you have completed the silver turbidity, and then have the milkers insert their "ballers" into your brain to completely delete the relevant memories of the gene bank.
The second method requires you to sign a soul contract with us to ensure that the gene bank information is not disclosed to anyone.
We recommend the first option, because the second option would be very passive and dangerous. If you encounter a strong person who brainwashes you..."
"Hey! Wait a minute..." William interrupted the patient before he could finish his words, "You seem to have got something wrong. There is no express prohibition here for me to copy the gene library.
Also, I didn't receive any reminder before the soak.
I also acted according to Yinzhuo's requirements. The transcription process consumed a lot of my energy and time, and even my brain burned more than three times.
This is essentially your problem, right?"
William's statement was actually mixed with "sophistry", because everyone knew how important ancient genes were, and William also knew that something like this involving the fundamentals of the old world must not be leaked.
But he said this deliberately. He wanted to see the attitude of the people in the gland area. If the other side was stronger, he would compromise directly.
But if there is a chance, William wants to fight for something.
The sick attendant responded: "You are right. We did not consider this matter carefully enough. We will set up a special rule to prohibit copying the gene bank in the future."
"It's okay, there are times when we don't think things through.
I am willing to cooperate with you, but the above two suggestions will have a negative impact on me and may even have the risk of sequelae. I hope you can come up with a compensation plan. "
As William said this, the patients raised their dendrites on the surface of their bodies, intertwined with each other and had internal discussions, and finally reached a conclusion.
The explanation was given by the pure white patient in charge of William:
"Let's put it this way. We will provide you with sufficient help during the subsequent composition to ensure that the composition goes smoothly and that the tune is at least 80% consistent with the characteristics of your disease."
"OK."
Although William didn't know what composing was, looking at the group of people in front of him who looked very serious, he thought that such assistance was already against the rules to some extent.
"Okay, then I'll choose the 'second' solution and just sign the contract. After all, my epileptic brain is the core of everything, and all symptoms are based on the 'epileptic syndrome'. I don't want anyone to delete my memory."
With the signing of the contract, the gene library data that William had just copied out of the Mind Library were immediately wrapped in thick parchment and forbidden words were engraved on the surface, prohibiting sharing.
Everything was settled, and the milkers and sick attendants left one after another.
William, who was lying in the pool, looked up at the ceiling covered with silver tumors and sighed softly:
“I didn’t expect this group of people to be so honest. Although they look strange and have no fixed structure, they are surprisingly reasonable and act completely according to the rules to ensure the interests of both parties.
On the other hand, in the world where Yi Chen lived before his death, every human being had sharp features, but they did things that were completely unreasonable and had no bottom line.
Okay, let’s start the final silver turbidity! It will probably take quite some time.”
The last step is gene grafting.
In William's view, the real focus is not the grafting itself, but the need to clarify the sequence of one's own path and integrate the concept of sequence with grafting in order to achieve true individual advancement.
When he was copying the gene bank, he had already thought of the real plan.
What is a preface
William's earliest idea was the same as that of the sick attendant, that is, order and disorder.
There is order and disorder in all things in the world, from protons and electrons to social systems and even the movement of stars in the universe. The two complement each other and together achieve integrity.
Even William himself has obvious order and disorder, he is orderly while Yi Chen is disordered.
But think about it carefully,
Order and disorder are not static, just like William's disorderly state displayed by his social phobia in the square, while Yi Chen was able to perform amazingly orderly kowtow during the pilgrimage.
Order and disorder complement each other and change freely. There is no need for him to intervene in anything. The emphasis on either side will lead to loss of control, or even collapse and disintegration.
Looking back on the entire process of coming into contact with the Tenth Abyss, what William truly felt was something else.
order
Whether the Abyss arranges carriages to pick up people with potential, or the fixed rules of "face-gathering", "pilgrimage" and "audience", they all express a kind of order.
It is this kind of order that allows the Tenth Abyss, which was originally chaotic, dark and even denied by the old world, to grow rapidly and occupy a place.
No matter what kind of material it is, as long as we can establish the most appropriate order and reconcile the order and disorder in it, we can create the most perfect masterpiece.
William, too.
With the initial journey to the cemetery, one disease after another was introduced into the body, slowly becoming a carrier of multiple diseases.
Although multiple diseases can exist simultaneously thanks to the coordination of the epileptic brain and the universality of the special body, the order in the body has long been on the verge of collapse.
If you choose to access the "gene fragment" regardless of order, all the symptoms will be completed and activated.
William's body might explode, and even if it could barely maintain itself through death and rebirth, it would eventually turn into a pile of old, despicable, failed mud.
therefore,
What William has to do now is to rebuild his own order, including redesigning his organs, strengthening and combing his vascular structure, increasing the density of his muscle bundles, etc.
Simply put, it means viewing itself as a society, directly overthrowing the basic constitution, moral ethics and fundamental reconstruction of the order.
But some necessary and bottom-line things will also be retained.
Before he knew it, William was floating in the pool.
The head is slightly drooped, the arms are spread out in the shape of a cross, and the "dead man's makeup" is turned on.
Because of the mask, the Abyss Mask was even colored with makeup, with a thick layer of white foundation applied, like a dead person's hands covering the face.
in addition,
A piece of umbilical cord actually grew out of William's birthmark in his abdomen, and the lower end of the umbilical cord was inserted into the silver liquid pool to ensure that it remained in contact with the pool during suspension so that the silver liquid could be used at any time.
This suspended posture and this breath of death reminded the patients in the monitoring room of a great man from a very distant and ancient time.
"This is the posture of the first dead person! What on earth does this guy want to do... Want to commit suicide here?"