Hundreds of kilometers away, another "biomass factory" is gradually getting on track.
In the territory of Lachesis, a huge cylinder is growing upwards little by little.
This thing is different from any tissue or organ. It has no special ability or purpose. The only thing that proves it is still alive is its continuous division and growth.
This is the split consciousness whose mind was cleansed by Lachesis.
After losing the ability to think, it has degenerated to a level no different from that of single-celled organisms, and growth has become its only life activity.
This is exactly what Lachesis wanted to see.
He made his tall grass grow into crystalline substances to limit the growth space of the part that he had split off from.
After a period of reproduction, the thing that could barely be called a living thing finally "discovered" the fact that the space belonging to it was limited.
It is surrounded by an inorganic substance that cannot be assimilated at all. There is no way to cross it, and no way to continue spreading.
But life always finds its own way.
Perhaps it was because the upper part was not blocked by Lachesis, or perhaps it was because the plant part of the assimilation gene was taking effect.
In short, this creature seemed to have become a potted plant of Lachesis, constantly absorbing nutrients from the underground space while beginning to grow upwards.
And every time it grows a little bit and wants to cross the inorganic barrier, Lachesis will raise the barrier in time.
Thus, this consciousness that could only grow became a huge object similar to a cylinder.
Its outermost layer is a crystallized shell from Lachesis, and inside the shell is a body that has been corroded but has not collapsed and is filled with biomass.
In Lachesis's view, such a huge object is like a dish that combines all the delicious food in the world.
However, the wisdom of the Supreme Will still did not allow Him to choose to enjoy all of this alone. This huge amount of biomass belonged to every conscious being and every mycelium.
However, as He looked at the giant tree that continued to grow, He could not help but ponder in His consciousness:
The biomass of this planet is almost inexhaustible. So, if, if I take a little bit of it and repeat this attempt, can I get a biomass mine of my own?
If this plan succeeds, the areas under his control will not be limited to the current ones, and his erosion capabilities will also be enhanced.
But the premise of all this is that He needs a biomass mine that belongs to Him alone.
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“Ding ding ding…”
As the sun disappeared over the city wall, a rapid ringing sounded.
The sound echoed in every factory in Hope City and the outer suburbs, loud enough to be noticed by workers wearing noise-canceling earmuffs.
The days in July are always longer than in spring and autumn, allowing workers leaving get off work at the factory to see the last rays of sunlight.
Although the city wall blocks most of the sunlight, the working hours are at least better now than they were last year.
As the bell rang, the assembly line in front of them suddenly slowed down.
Although it was only a slight deceleration, it was noticeable enough for these experienced workers.
There are hundreds of workers on a production line, so it is certainly impossible to stop such a production line immediately.
The bell and the changes in the production line were just a prelude to the end of get off work. It will be completely shut down in two minutes, and then the workers can end their work for the day.
But human laziness obviously makes people want to be lazy. In the last two minutes, some workers could not wait to prepare to go off work.
Taking advantage of the slowdown in the production line, they began to adjust their coats. Some even took off their earmuffs. They didn't mind the two minutes of noise anyway.
"Would you like to eat something delicious?"
A worker nudged his colleague with his elbow:
"I heard that the chicken production in the inner city has increased recently. Maybe we can eat it once a week in the future."
The worker shook his head when he heard this:
"I heard that the chicken is artificial."
"Artificial?"
The man who made the suggestion couldn't help but sneer:
"No buddy, is the nutritional paste grown on trees? I've been eating it for half my life, it's man-made, why are you demanding it so much now?"
The more he sneered, the uglier the worker next to him looked. When his expression became so cold, the man's laughter finally stopped:
"Why, you don't think it's funny?"
"I mean, maybe that chicken is 'artificial'."
He emphasized a few words and looked at his co-worker with a meaningful look.
The person who made the suggestion pondered over it for a long time before finally understanding what he was trying to say:
"Fuck, no way?"
His face suddenly turned ugly, as if he remembered a rare dinner with real chicken last week. He wanted to vomit something, but ultimately failed.
"Where did you hear that? You can eat it or not, but spreading rumors is a crime now."
"No, I heard it on my way to work, too."
The man looked away guiltily, but his words didn't sound like a complete lie. Instead, they sounded like he was covering up something.
"Forget it. I have no appetite either. Let's just call it a day for today."
The man retched a few times, but not only did he not spit out anything, he made himself very uncomfortable. In the end, he had to return to his seat in disappointment.
Just then, a slightly soothing bell rang, which was the real bell for getting off work.
After hearing the bell, all the workers on the production line smiled with relief.
No matter how long people work, their ultimate ideal is always to not work. Lin Qingliu is well aware of this, so he does not require these people to smile at work. As long as the quality of work can be guaranteed, it is fine. As for the working hours issue, he will try his best to help these people solve it.
The 53rd year of the new era is already halfway through, and the workers are gradually getting used to the current City of Hope.
Because of some groundless rumor, the two workers did not choose to eat chicken together, but turned in two different directions at the factory gate.
At this moment, the last ray of sunlight disappeared in the horizon. The young worker who spread the false rumor turned left and right and finally came to a narrow and cramped low building.
The shadow of the building cast a shadow over him, and the musty smell from the poor air circulation in the corner of the low-rise building penetrated his nostrils.
At the same time, a voice echoed in his heart:
"Oh, I'm so tired."
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