One hundred kilometers west of Hope City.
The setting sun shines on the plants in the fields. The tall trees, low shrubs and herbs close to the ground are greedily absorbing the sunlight, thereby fixing more carbon for biomass production.
A planet with a bare surface is also difficult for mycelium to survive on. If humans still have tools left over from the old era to support them in cultivating this planet, then mycelium has been living a really hard life from the very beginning.
The nutrients obtained by the first batch of mycelium mainly came from three aspects. The first was the human bodies in the spacecraft's secondary body, the second was the materials in the spacecraft's secondary body, and the third was some of the materials exposed after the spacecraft's secondary body shattered the crust-like structure of the earth's surface.
However, they realized the toxicity of that mysterious biomass much earlier than humans. It was different from any toxin that could be produced in the biological gene library on the spacecraft. As long as the intake exceeded a certain limit, the mycelial life in a small area would be disconnected on the spot.
This is also not a good thing for the Mycelium Will, so they have been very cautious about those things underground for a long time.
Since the mycelium had a sufficient base decades ago, they began to proliferate on the ground, using sunlight to solidify substances in the air and continuously grow themselves, rather than constantly drawing from the treasure house underground.
Such caution and carefulness allowed the surface of the planet controlled by the mycelium to continue to expand, and he became more and more confident about his future victory.
Until a variable appears.
At this moment, the three consciousnesses incarnated by the mycelium will gathered again to discuss the future development direction of the mycelium.
Although the three wills are actually one, because of their different emphases, they will naturally take different stances when communicating.
And such differences are precisely the reason why the Lord's will chose to divide it into three.
"There have been some problems with recent evolution and imitation."
Atropos, the mycelium will in charge of evolution, said in the consciousness space,
"The failure of the last operation has made humans sufficiently wary of us. Those new synthetic creatures cannot pose enough threat to them."
"We can't help you with that. That's not our area of expertise."
Kloto, the mycelium will in charge of gestation, said.
"That's right, unless you suggest something we can do so we can help you."
Lachesis, the ruler of erosion, added.
"There are indeed two things we need to discuss together."
Atropos shared his mycelial perception with the other two wills, allowing them to also sense the current conditions in that area.
“First, if we can’t solve the current problem in a short period of time, should we further imitate humans?”
"What do you mean by further?"
"Tools, I have recently repeatedly entered those human brains that are still valuable and discovered some of their characteristics.
"For us, if an ability is suitable for the development of a group, we will find a way to analyze it and imitate it, so that we can eventually acquire this ability ourselves."
"Is there anything wrong with that?"
The other two consciousnesses asked.
“There is certainly nothing wrong with this, in fact it is quite correct.
“Once the ability can be successfully replicated, it means that we have always mastered a new path. In the possible future, the abilities that constitute our foundation will bring us new and infinite possibilities.
“But this is the difference between us and humans. When we choose assimilation, humans choose manipulation.
"In other words, all the materials that humans have after they are born are considered tools in their eyes, but we do not have the concept of 'tools'.
"We use 'assimilation', so that once we have it, we own it forever. However, although human 'tools' become completely ineffective once they are separated from the body, the speed at which they master 'tools' is something we can never match.
"We have developed our tribe to such a large scale that we have been able to analyze ten human abilities. As for humans, as long as they awaken an ability, they can quickly master it through appropriate training..."
"Okay Atropos, we already know what you want to say, but we still don't know what your proposal is."
Clotho interrupted Atropos's long speech.
"What I want to say is that we have already figured out the usage of those human tools through monitoring humans before. We placed the wreckage of the rocket on the path that the exploration team must pass, wasn't it just to find out what that thing is used for?
"The same is true for other tools. We have gained so much knowledge from those human brains, why not try to use those tools or even create our own tools?
"Although this cannot compare to the benefits brought by assimilation, it can at least improve our strength in a short period of time."
"How do you want to achieve this?"
Lachesis asked this question, and Atropos answered:
“Let Clotho breed some special offspring whose body structures can imitate humans, as long as they can use those tools.
“Then we can also create our own tools through the knowledge we gain from humans.”
"Good idea, Clotho, what do you think?"
“…”
In the sea of consciousness, the will of the mycelium that is in charge of gestation fell into silence.
"Any questions?"
“…”
"You're acting strangely, I think we need to have a gathering so we can check ourselves."
"etc."
Kloto in the sea of consciousness finally responded, but this stream of information was mixed with some other emotions.
"I, I can't do it."
Klotho responded like this.
"What do you mean by 'not possible'? We have a huge gene bank, so it's no problem to create offspring of exotic animals that are similar to humans."
Atropos's suspicion went to the heart of the matter.
"I don't know, and I can't explain it."
Klotho said:
"I applied for an aggregation and started to check the status."
"agree."
"agree."
Soon the three consciousness bodies in the sea of consciousness disappeared, and in their place was a supreme will that covered the sky and filled every corner of this empty space.
He felt the state of the gestating part of himself and began to examine himself.
After a long time, the Supreme Will returned to normal.
His self-examination has been completed. His clone, his one third, Clotho did not lie. The mycelium will cannot lie. For Him, for Them, this matter is just a simple word:
Can't do it.
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