Chapter 268 You are not a modified body, you are not even a human
The voice echoed in the air with a strange metallic texture, and there was not a single emotional ups and downs in the tone.
It sounded strange and cold, as if the person speaking was not the same person just now, but some inhuman monster.
The peeper's heart sank. The voice coming from the fog was disturbing, and there was no sign of stopping or making peace.
He stood with his feet sideways, one shoulder higher than the other, in a sideways posture, his hands in front of his chest in a defensive posture, his right eye flashing blue light wildly.
The retina kept zooming in. As a gust of wind blew, the white mist blew against the wind over the human-shaped outline, revealing a pale, strange, featureless... face? ! ! The metallic voice came from behind this face: "Transformed? I never said I was."
The peeper's pupils contracted, and his eyes were alert with a hint of confusion: "Your entire face has been implanted and transformed into this, and you still refuse to admit that you are a modified body?"
He moved his gaze to scan below the faceless face.
Twisted bone spurs pierced through the shoulders, blooming like two dense thorn forests guarding the side of the face.
Below the dense forest were two rows of hideous ribs, the surface was blasted with pits and a crack in the center, but the weird thing was...
The crack was wriggling faintly, and it was growing and recovering visibly like a living thing.
The peeper's face froze in astonishment: "The implant is actually repairing itself?"
The peeper's mind was in a mess. The scene before him was beyond his understanding of the modified body. It seemed like another kind of transformation that was more thorough than the modified body...? ! ! "What is that kind of transformation called?"
Alarms went off in the peeper's head. He had never seen that kind of transformation before, but he seemed to have heard of it somewhere in his memory. However, he couldn't remember it at the moment.
Then, he heard the cold metal sound continue to echo in the air: "I'm different from you. I won't just stuff any junk parts into my body."
"To be honest, I quite like the human body. It has a natural rhythm..."
The peeper's throat was dry, and lubricating motor oil was flowing up from his throat, irritating his esophagus.
With the sound of cold metal, the white mist completely fell to the ground, revealing a pair of strange bone claws stepping on the ground. The ankles and knees of the bone claws were covered with ring-shaped bone pieces, flashing a cold light in the darkness.
The peeper's right eye pupil was flashing blue light that was about to overflow from the eye socket. He readjusted his field of vision and looked at the humanoid monster in front of him, whose 80% body was covered with bones, with almost no flesh and blood left. His mouth opened unconsciously, as if it could fit a fist in.
The metallic voice continued, still cold, but with a hint of weirdness that seemed to explore the truth: "The modified body looks like a hybrid of flesh and blood and machinery, neither human nor ghost. It doesn't fit my aesthetic taste. I have always believed that the natural original is the most beautiful form of life. What do you think?"
The peeper's eyes widened. The inhuman monster before him left him deeply shocked. The fragments of memory slowly pieced together in his mind.
He vaguely remembered that he was on a business trip with his company and attended a small but high-level academic conference.
He was passing in the corridor and overheard a young scientist in the room expounding his theory.
He peeked inside through the crack in the door. The man who was speaking was very young and unknown. Many people in the room did not agree with his theory and most of them were refuting him.
Many years later, he saw the young scientist's face again on TV. He had transformed into a star scientist in District 6.
It is said that he will come to District 9 as a guest to attend an academic conference soon.
He could not remember exactly what he said in that room, but he remembered the general meaning was:
Implantation is only the starting point of the transformation, but no matter how far this road extends in the future, the transformation of machinery can never be completely perfect.
This is because this path has a fatal flaw - machines and flesh and blood are foreign to each other. Machines are dead, and flesh and blood are alive. There is always an insurmountable boundary between death and life, and they cannot be truly integrated and transformed.
Therefore, the most thorough and perfect transformation must seek inspiration from evil sacrifices!
The peeper's mind was dazed for a moment, and he quickly bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth. The smell of his own blood in his mouth brought him back to his senses.
He stared at the inhuman monster in front of him with his right eye, his lips trembling and stammering, "You...you are indeed not a modified body!"
He paused for a moment and felt that the CPU in his head was about to burn out and was almost smoking.
He took a deep breath and said in a cold voice: "You are not even a human being—"
The peeper felt that his worldview was insulted. He laughed in anger and said, "You are a monster who is not a human. You are here to teach me and say that I am neither human nor ghost. Do you think it is appropriate?!!"
Feng Mu's eyes turned cold. The reason why he was talking to the other party was not for idle chat. He was waiting for the broken bones in his chest to heal again. Now, the broken bones in his chest had almost recovered.
"I was kind enough to teach you about the beauty of life, but you turned around and accused me of being a non-human?"
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Feng Mu's voice was cold. He hated it most when others slandered his "humanity". He grinned: "You don't know what's good for you!"
The echo of the previous sentence was still on the other side, but the last word "歹" came with an evil wind and penetrated into the cochlea of the peeping torrent.
"So fast, almost twice as fast as before. Is it because its true form has been fully revealed, and its strength and speed have been fully released?"
The peeper was horrified, and felt his left eye blurry. The virtual frame captured by his right eye could barely catch a series of blurry shadows.
This time, the phantoms were all a frightening pure white color, with densely packed bone spurs layered on top of each other, making it impossible for the electronic eyes to distinguish the shapes of the figures for a moment, let alone lock onto which one was the real one.
The peeper's ears twitched and goose bumps appeared on his face.
He did not dare to hesitate, and quickly shrank his body and bent his waist, raising his right hand horizontally and striking to the side.
Puff! With a muffled sound, the air seemed to be dented by a heavy punch, and the ferocious white shadow on the right was instantly pierced, as fragile as foam, and shattered.
"Where are you looking at? It's your eyes that are twinkling and saying that I'm not a human being?"
The eerie bone mask was almost touching his cheek, and the chill emanating from the mask was like a biting winter wind, penetrating his nostrils.
Those sinister eyes revealed an undisguised vicious and strong murderous intent, making the peeper feel as if his scalp was about to split open.
That look was not that of a human who wanted to kill another human, but rather that of some horrible carnivorous monster greedily looking at the food on the plate!!! (End of this chapter)
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