"There are 23,519 tombstones here," Chi Yan said, "I killed everyone."
Fireflies grow quietly in corners where no one can see. The scarcity of oxygen inhibits the growth of bacteria, and instead makes the snow-white bouquet in front of the grave pause at the most enthusiastic moment of life, just like blooming.
"God-making plan."
—Decades ago, in that chaotic era, a scientific research project called "God-making Project" was once popular.
"God" once existed in reality, which can also be seen from the history of many ethnic groups. In legends, God is absolutely powerful, above all things, and able to overcome all disasters.
This is a world abandoned by the gods, but the scientists of that era wanted to resurrect the gods in the form of bionics.
This is simply a castle in the air blown out of soap bubbles, but many people still fanatically tout it and support it, as if it can actually hold some beautiful dream. Among them, the craziest and the most remarkable "results" were the underground laboratories located on the Carrier planet at that time.
In that year, a large number of bionics were produced on the assembly line based on the design of the Karil Star Laboratory and the base of the Desolate Star E15.
Wen Xingze once read in the knowledge card of "Desolation: The Awakening of the King":
"Bionics, which are now completely extinct, are a tragedy of an era. They have exactly the same appearance, emotions, brain structure, and pain-sensing system as humans—the only difference is that their abilities in all aspects are far stronger than humans, because They are 'gods'."
"During ten years of research, the God-Creating Project has had very gratifying results. They even created individuals who are completely close to 'Gods' in all aspects and can make plane transitions without any medium. It's a pity The most important thing is that the individual has great defects in anthropomorphic emotions, and was finally judged as a failure and destroyed."
"And also in the past ten years, a total of 23,520 bionics have been created, which have been put into use and quickly integrated into society. With extremely high IQ and work ability, as well as an emotional system that is no different from human beings, they are similar to the aborigines. Get along well, and soon have friends, lovers and even families of their own... ”
That decade was more beautiful than utopia anyone could have imagined.
Just like the bionic project itself, using dreams as fertilizer, slender poppies are plucked from the barren soil.
Until 412 of the Galactic Era, at the same time when the sample closest to God was judged to be a 'failure', a case of bionic murder suddenly appeared. A female android killed her cheating husband after three months of premeditation.
This obviously violates the three principles of robotics.
The combination of these two things, plus some problems that have accumulated over the years: For example, the excellent performance of bionics in various fields has caused the unemployment rate of other races to rise, and some privileges obtained by bionics due to their special status have made People are jealous.
The combination of all these things quickly caused panic throughout the universe—it was an extremely chaotic era, and there was no stable regime. No matter how many times absurd words were said, people would believe them:
"The existence of bionics endangers the interests of all ethnic groups in the universe. They are too powerful and seriously disrupt the order of society!"
"They have already violated the three principles and laws of robots. How can we ensure that they will not go too far in the future?"
"The god-making plan itself is wrong! This is blasphemy!!!"
With the acquiescence of the Cosmic Alliance at that time, this voice became louder and louder.
In the end, all the laboratories carrying out the god-making project could not withstand the pressure, and announced to the outside world that they had decided to take back all the bionics and deal with them properly.
Of course, the so-called "proper disposal" actually means centralized destruction, but it is not ordinary destruction. After all, they are bionics. The most cutting-edge technology in the entire universe has invested countless manpower and material resources. The parts, chips, and centers of each bionic are extremely precious materials.
Their god-making plan has failed, and the funds invested will not be recovered. Of course, they have to plan for the future.
So the scientists decided to secretly recall all the bionics, and then dismantle all their parts and chips, sell them or use them for other purposes. Bionic people will not die, their soul consciousness exists in each chip, they can only endure endless pain like this, and be completely deprived of their rights as a person—
After many discussions, this plan was determined to be carried out secretly on December 2, 413 in the Galactic Era.
Bionic Man No. 4130125 is a failure without a name.
He was created in January 413 of the Galactic Age.
Every bionic person will have his own name, and at the same time imprint his own factory number on his body as his birthday—but this is not the case for number 4130125. He woke up amidst the ardent expectations of the entire laboratory, but after a short Within half an hour, it was judged as a failure.
"The anthropomorphic emotional system is seriously malfunctioning," the most influential scholar in the laboratory shook his head, and pronounced the death sentence for this bionic human. "The functions of all aspects are far beyond the standard, and have reached the realm of 'God', but the emotion is extremely indifferent. Does not have normal values - this will be a great hidden danger and must be destroyed as soon as possible."
— "He's a failure."
— "Those silver eyes... make people feel sick and trembling, and when he stares at them, the bone marrow is chilling."
When he first had individual consciousness, all he heard were words like this.
4130125 used to think 'Failure' was a name, because everyone called him that, so he called himself that.
He was sentenced to death at the thirtieth minute of his life, and the failed product didn't have any special feelings about it. He is a failure, has no value, and an existence without value should be obliterated, which is a matter of course.
However, he did not die as everyone expected.
The scientist who created him wanted to dismantle his flesh and blood and disassemble the central chip in his brain for further research because he was unwilling to let his only masterpiece be completely destroyed like this. .
"Although it's a failure," the scientist said, his eyes were strange and fanatical, "but the center and the chip are still useful, and the failure won't hurt anyway."
But he was wrong, and the failed product will also feel pain.
It hurts.
He once heard other bionics say that scientists and bionics are like relatives. Scientists give them life, scientists are their creators, bionics are willing to do their best to repay scientists.
Is that so? The failed bionic man looked at the scientist in front of him and felt confused.
… By the time the failed product reacted, the scientist had already fallen into a pool of blood, and the alarm in the entire laboratory was sounding sharply.
The failed product didn't want to escape at first, but the little bit of survival desire engraved in the gene chip of the bionic human, coupled with this confusion, made him suddenly want to live longer—it doesn't take long, ten months, ten months Months later he will die by himself.
December 25, 413 of the Galactic Era was the date of death he had chosen for himself.
With the ability completely equal to that of a 'God', he easily escaped from the laboratory, evaded the arrest of the wanted warrant, and started wandering aimlessly.
In the short ten months of his life, the failed product went to many places, and the planet where he stayed the longest was a desolate star very far away from Carlier's star.
He just went to the garbage recycling station there to search for some supplies at first, and didn't plan to stay long.
But on that deserted star, there is a small... 'country'.
An unsuspecting, overly naive baby king, a bunch of killer robots wanted across the universe, and dozens of gnomes banished from their countries of origin. What an odd combination.
That king will die. Fail think so.
Like androids, killer robots are another tragic product of technology, and they cannot live like normal people. Don't mention any "family relationship" or "family" with human beings.
What's more, there are those dwarfs who are regarded as big troubles by the whole universe.
Holding an inexplicable mentality, the failed product stayed in this barren star for a while. Of course, he concealed his whereabouts well enough that even the most powerful killing robots didn't notice.
From May to November, for a full six months, Desolate Star also passed midsummer, late autumn, and entered the coldest winter of the year.
The losers watched everything indifferently:
On July 12th, midsummer with abundant resources and suitable climate, with the help of the dwarves, the king completed the overall repair of the robots, and they would no longer feel pain and cold in the middle of the night due to lack of energy and irregular leaks.
Killer Bots have learned chores, cooking...and many other useless skills.
On October 24th, in late autumn, the little king saved enough money by selling scraps together, and took the robots and gnomes to a market on a neighboring planet to purchase supplies and eat. This group of wanted criminals was quickly recognized by the people around them, and fled in embarrassment on a second-hand levitator.
When they returned to Desolate Star, they saw the mysterious, vast and magnificent arc-shaped green aurora in the high magnetic latitude area—the losers personally think that it is not so rare and special, and it is not particularly beautiful in the definition of human beings, but the little king But the robots and gnomes seemed extremely happy.
The little king hugged his subjects happily, and then took out the brewed wine to drink.
The temperature just dropped that night, and neither the robots nor the gnomes slept through the night.
On average, every half a minute—more precisely, 29.27 seconds—a robot or dwarf sneaks 'by' out the King's window to make sure he's properly tucked in.
November 1st, the first snow in winter, is also the festival of light in this country. They had a banquet. The little king quietly put gifts under everyone's pillows. When he came back, his nose was red from cold, but he looked very happy.
He was obviously not wearing enough clothes. The failed product was suddenly a little unhappy.
It was also on this day that the failed product decided to set off to return to Planet Carlier. The date of his death was getting closer and closer, and it would end where it started.
When he left, the feast of the Festival of Light had just begun. He caught one last glimpse of the gnomes handing out hot, thick cream of mushroom soup, while the little king looked sideways, listening to the robot clumsily tell some silly joke.
The failed product has no ability to distinguish the appearance of human beings, which is related to his lack of anthropomorphic emotions, but at that last glance, he suddenly remembered the appearance of the little king.
—It was a small house on a deserted planet, the window frames were covered with green vines, and the light of the setting sun shone in. The little king's skin was fair, his pupils were distinct, the clear brown was slightly golden, and his tear mole was light red. As pretty as a fondant doll in a cupboard, but fresher than that.
very nice.
Not knowing what the robot said, the little king quickly laughed like a star. The failed product suddenly didn't dare to look any more, turned around and left in a hurry.
Later, he checked the dictionary and felt that his emotion at that time could be defined as envy.
But later, when he thought about it again, he felt that it was not envy, but to be more precise, it was 'jealousy'.
He is jealous of the little king's subjects and everyone who can stay by his side.
Jealousy like crazy.
The bionic man, who has only existed for a short ten years, was born with vigor and excitement, and died quietly.
Today, only very, very partial history books will record this period of history, and there are only a few lines of cold words.
- On December 2nd, Laboratory X901 attempted to recall all androids and execute them. The androids and their families resisted fiercely, trying to start a war on a cosmic scale. Although the X901 laboratory suffered heavy losses, it still succeeded in implementing the plan in the end.
- On December 3rd, the dismantling of the bionics and the recycling of chip parts will officially begin at 10:00 am. The androids will remain self-aware throughout the demolition process, which has been opposed by some human rights groups. But Universal passed with 97% approval, and the demolition plan went ahead.
— On the same day, the experimental failed product that had escaped unexpectedly returned to the laboratory, preventing the recovery process from proceeding. The failed products killed a total of 23,519 bionics without leaving any parts and chips, and the whole universe was furious. Laboratory X901 issued a high-value arrest warrant, and the failed products fled.
... Later.
After throwing off the pursuers, the failed product carried out a spatial leap with the last bit of strength. Not intentionally, but as he was dying, the last place he could remember was that deserted country with the not-so-beautiful aurora.
He didn't intend to live on, but just wanted to see the little king again, thinking that it would be good to leave even a little bit of trace in the memory of the other party.
Later, at the other end of the distant universe, the garbage collection station of the abandoned planet.
The oxygen is thin here, and the moonlight is cold.
When life was about to come to an end, the bionic man heard footsteps. Someone had dug him out of the rubble, it was the little king, and the android confirmed that right away, even though he couldn't even open his eyes.
His eyes, or visual system, had been completely destroyed.
In the last second of remaining consciousness, he heard the voice of the little king, a little nervous, a nice voice—
"Are you okay? Can you hear me? I'll save you here. Don't worry," the little king quickly inspected his wound. After a moment of silence, he bluffed, "It's just a fatal wound."
Fail: "…"