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"What is that?" The north wall broke, and a large amount of yellow sand swept up. The medical vehicle carrying Zhu Yao continued to sway like a leaf in a storm.
At first, there was only wind and sand sweeping in. The wipers on the windshield kept running, finally scraping away the thick sand. But before they could see the current situation clearly, it was immediately covered up. They could only look at the outside world through the rotating wipers, because they could not see the whole picture clearly. From this perspective, people would scare themselves.
Especially since visibility is reduced and the thought that we are still outside the wall makes the danger level increase exponentially.
The investigators saw a corner of a huge monster in the wind and sand, which was consistent with their understanding so far. They thought it was just the disaster in Area 103 happening again.
But soon, scattered human figures appeared in the yellow storm. At first he thought he was seeing things, so he rubbed his eyes and even wiped the glass window in vain. Later he realized how ridiculous his actions were. The wind and sand were outside and could not be wiped away from the inside.
There are people in the wind and sand.
It was easy for humans to make out the shape of a human body, but that thing was made up of flowing sand, and there was not just one, but a whole group of them, the number of which was incalculable, like an army of undead made of sand.
The undead army slowly moved forward, and their destination should be the base of human survivors.
The investigator opened his mouth, his brain unable to process what he saw, so he could only close his eyes to avoid being deeply contaminated.
At this time, he received another piece of news. Amidst the crackling sound of electricity, he received intelligence from inside the wall - the Federation had disintegrated.
This bad news was even more illusory than the immediate disaster. It was simply unimaginable. Prometheus, responsible for protecting mankind, was shut down, the regime that had lasted for ninety years collapsed, and the building collapsed overnight.
If the federation disintegrates, it would be equivalent to the collapse of other regimes together, which means unprecedented chaos. The unorganized army will take action first, and warlords may appear in some areas. They will not care about the lives of civilians at all. The most terrifying thing is that this means large-scale infection.
Although the Kingdom of God oppresses and exploits, the supreme system of first-class citizens it has established ensures stability within the human race. Everyone sincerely recognizes that humans are naturally superior in exchange for the protection of the Kingdom of God.
After the dissolution was announced, humans did not even have a unified military force to fight against pollutants.
He felt a surge of despair. The crackling noise in the channel was so loud that he could hardly hear what was happening on the other side.
It's over, they're finished.
He opened and closed his eyes, and suddenly detected black slime crawling out on the screen. The thing was as thin and long as mycelium, and it drilled out from behind the screen panel, as if it was connected to the flying car network.
The signal was chaotic at the time, and he didn't know that Zhu Ning had swallowed Prometheus. He only knew that his whole body was numb and he thought he had encountered some contaminants.
The black mycelium didn't say much, but twisted on the surface of the screen. The investigator shivered and recognized that it was a line of words - Return to Area 103.
The investigator belatedly realized that District 103 had already declared independence from the federal system and had long since achieved full regional autonomy. Furthermore, their medical team had been dispatched from District 103, so as long as they sent a distress signal to District 103, someone would always respond.
While other areas are in chaos, there is still human order within Area 103, which is like a lighthouse continuously sending signals to encourage the remaining humans to take refuge there.
His heart was pounding, and for the first time he felt fortunate that he was a traitor. He gritted his teeth, left the narrow investigation room and ran out.
This is a medical flying car, twice as big as other cars. There is a simple bed in the center of the car. The two doctors' hands are covered in blood. Zhu Yao, who is lying on the bed, has tubes inserted into her body. She is breathing weakly and is being kept alive by machines.
They didn't arrive in time, and when they found Zhu Yao, she was only breathing her last breath.
The surgeon in charge had a wet forehead and the car was shaking, making it impossible for her to perform the operation properly. The medical robot next to her numbly handed her the tools.
The medical flying car is mainly used to save lives. The doctor is the highest person in charge by default, and the highest control over the flying car program also belongs to the doctor.
The investigator couldn't care less about Zhu Yao and yelled, "Can you save her? If not, run. We can't run fast with her."
It would be too difficult to run around with so many medical facilities. We should quickly leave through the escape pod and enter Area 103 before it is closed.
The doctor blinked. Her body was very stiff due to the long operation and she didn't pay any attention to what was happening outside.
She subconsciously glanced out the window and saw sand stuck on it.
"There's something in the sand. The Federation has disintegrated." The investigator said quickly, thinking that she still had the noble qualities of a doctor and couldn't stand by and watch Zhu Yao die. He stepped forward, grabbed the doctor's collar, and yelled, "Can you save her? If you can, take her to the escape pod. Don't give up on her just yet!"
His voice was too loud and his actions were vulgar, which had already caused dissatisfaction among others. The witcher with a gun wanted to scold him, but fell silent after hearing his words.
The wind and sand were hitting the windows, and energy was continuously consumed. This was the prelude to doomsday, and the world was about to be destroyed. In comparison, Zhu Yao was nothing. Could the lives of the big shots be more valuable than theirs?
There was silence in the car for three seconds. It seemed as if a riot was brewing. Some people wanted to leave. In times of chaos, whoever has a gun will be the boss.
Outside the window was an indistinct sandstorm, turning the car into an absolutely enclosed space. The doctor, who was not wearing protective clothing, looked even more vulnerable.
"Contact the family." The doctor understood the question, but didn't completely back down. He looked at him firmly and spoke quickly, "Ask them if they want to preserve the brain."
Out of professional ethics, she would usually give two options: give up treatment immediately, or immediately cut off Zhu Yao's brain and preserve his individual consciousness.
In short, the choice is very simple: let Zhu Yao die, or let her be reborn with the power of technology.
Doctors are not qualified to make decisions, but of course there are more people who want to make decisions. Those who hate Zhu Yao wish she would die immediately, and there are also many forces that hope Zhu Yao is alive. The mother of the Alpha series must be of use.
To put it bluntly, Zhu Yaoguang's title is more important than tens of thousands of lives.
In this era, people's ethics and morals have collapsed, but when faced with birth, old age, sickness and death, people are still seeking confirmation from their relatives.
The investigator yelled, "Where can I find your family? The signal is about to go out!"
When he opened the channel, all he could hear was the sound of sand. He couldn't tell whether the other side was hit by a sandstorm or they were already buried in the sand.
Zhu Yao’s only relative should be Zhu Ning. In this case, how could a small person like him find where the devil is?
No one noticed the black mycelium spreading on the flying car screen, condensing from the ceiling like some kind of living thing, and the medical robot beside the doctor suddenly stiffened.
The daily actions of the medical robot are to assist in medical treatment, such as helping to insert a catheter or give injections. Now the ice-blue mechanical eyeball trembled, and black mycelium crawled up from the back of the eyeball.
The investigators were so preoccupied with survival that they didn't notice details like this. The Federation had already disintegrated, so there was no need for them to waste time.
He thought they were going to resort to force, a doomsday coup, but the doctor immediately took off his mask and gloves as if he was just going through his own routine: "There are no family members. Emergency treatment is declared over."
The investigator breathed a sigh of relief, quickly pressed the escape button, and prepared to put on protective clothing. He also threw a set to the doctor. Time was running out for the escape, and there was no time for infighting.
The surgeon had feelings for Zhu Yao. Many people regarded Zhu Yao as an idol, and she was no exception. However, she failed to save this legendary figure. It seemed like they had just met by chance. She tried her best, but the conditions were really limited.
She pressed the automatic operation button, and the automatic cutting system prepared to cut a hole in the surface of Zhu Yao's head, revealing part of the brain tissue.
This was the last thing she could do for Zhu Yao.
The doctor then took the protective suit and put it on while saying, "If you want her to die, inject the medicine on the left. Her death will be painless. If you want to preserve her brain, just cut it off here and soak it in the jar next to it. It can be preserved for forty-eight hours."
The detective paused and asked, "Who are you talking to?"
The doctor zipped up his protective suit and said in a muffled voice, "A possible family member."
The investigator had no time to study what the doctor was doing. Even if she had become a lunatic due to mental pollution, she had to enter the escape procedure first.
The survivors of the flying car quickly got into the escape pod. The doctor stopped muttering to herself and operated the combination lock. The next second, the escape pod detached from the flying car, like a stone thrown from a high altitude, and disappeared in the yellow sand in the blink of an eye.
After they left, the medical vehicle began to slowly fall. The escape pod took away most of the energy, and then the ship began to sink.
With a bang, the bottom of the flying car gripped the ground and yellow sand immediately covered it. The flying car was as fragile as a can.
The abandoned ship's final fate was to be buried in the sand until it became part of the desert.
The final outcome of the so-called mother of the Alpha series was that she was abandoned by humans.
Zhu Yao lay dying on the simple hospital bed, with a large pool of blood on her chest. Because her head was cut open, she looked like a half-slaughtered lamb.
Zhu Yao had so many tubes on his body. There were two wrist-thick tubes inserted into his chest, vibrating his heart in a way that Zhu Ning couldn't understand. The tubes in his left and right hands were used to monitor his vital signs. His head had been opened, and only the final removal work remained.
The decision-making power was placed in Zhu Ning's hands, as if the cause and effect were reversed, and now Zhu Ning became Zhu Yao's researcher.
Zhu Ning's black mucus completely climbed onto the mechanical eyeball. This robot had no individual consciousness, so Zhu Ning's consciousness was its consciousness.
Zhu Ning stood by the bed, looking at his mother quietly.
She was forced to come here. After replacing Prometheus, countless information came to her. Her body was still trapped in the Far North, but her eyes were everywhere the mycelium spread.
Zhu Ning was just doing his job. After connecting, he didn't even need to think. Countless tentacles extended outward, and thousands of instructions guided people to escape.
One of them connected to Zhu Yao's medical car and picked up confusing information. It seemed that Zhu Ning was trying every possible way to escape her fate, but was being grabbed and pressed here by a hand, forcing her to face it.
The choice given by the doctor was also very cruel: let Zhu Yao die without pain, or cut off his brain?
The second option she offered was for the daughter to chop off her mother's head with her own hands.
Zhu Ning was silent for a while, feeling that this was not cool at all. She had thought that the phrase "You are free" was the most elegant farewell, and they could go their separate ways afterwards. She could escape the scene of her mother's death, but life was not a movie, and relationships were difficult to sever.
Beep, beep—
The instrument sounded an alarm, and Zhu Yao's breathing became more and more terrifying, like the common sound in a garbage dump, when a plastic bag was hooked by waste, it would make such a whistling sound.
Zhu Ning knew that Zhu Yao's vital signs were gradually disappearing, and she didn't have much time to hesitate.
"I guess you want to live." Zhu Ning analyzed calmly. As far as she knew, Zhu Yao was a genius scientist. She had many great ambitions and so many plans to complete. She would not die at this point.
Zhu Yao doesn't care whether the body belongs to her or not. She is the kind of person who will do anything to achieve her goal, even if it means she can only live in a mechanical body for the rest of her life.
Even if she died, Zhu Yao needed a grander scene to match her eventful life, rather than dying in the sand like this.
"You may be hiding some button that controls me, and you will never give up controlling me even if you die." Zhu Ning said this half-jokingly. She said it to herself so that she would have the motivation to make a choice.
She had no grudge against Zhu Yao, so there was no need to kill him.
Zhu Ning's voice was also mechanical, concealing herself well. She didn't want to appear weak in front of Zhu Yao, just like when she was a child and didn't want to admit defeat after making a mistake.
Zhu Ning quickly read the medical robot code and found that it was as simple as the doctor had just said. All that was left was to remove the brain.
call--
Zhu Ning's action was not completed smoothly. He felt a very slight touch on his arm, as if a breeze was blowing gently.
Zhu Yao raised her right hand. Zhu Ning didn't know where she got the willpower from, but she was still able to move as long as her brain was open. Her pale hand, like a dead branch, hit Zhu Ning's arm.
At that moment, Zhu Ning reflexively recalled the relevant scene. In the memory implanted in her, it was also Zhu Ning's childhood.
Every time she visited her grandmother's house, her grandmother would prepare a table full of dishes to entertain her. Zhu Yao couldn't cook, so going to her grandmother's house was like celebrating the New Year in advance.
Little Zhu Ning rested her chin on the edge of the table, staring eagerly at the food on the table. Before everyone was seated, she couldn't help but stretch out her paw, eager to try something, but then she would be interrupted with a snap, and Zhu Yao would pat her arm gently in the same way.
"Don't move." Zhu Yao in her memory glared at her.
Now Zhu Yao couldn't even open her eyes completely. Only a slit showed her dying gaze.
Don't move, she said silently.
The two unrelated scenes were linked together, and suddenly it made people feel a little suffocated. Although it was obviously a false memory, it still had a deterrent effect on her.
Was this also planned? Or did Zhu Ning just think of it naturally?
As long as Zhu Yao is still alive, Zhu Ning will never stop thinking about this question.
She was right. Zhu Yao could easily control her. He didn't even need a destroy button. Just a gesture or a look could do it.
She will not let herself go. This connection can only be severed if one party dies completely. No, even death cannot sever it.
Zhu Yao knew that she was still there, on the last journey of her life, and forced Zhu Ning to go with her.
Zhu Ning thought he would be angry and wanted to yell at her, why did you die so easily, why did you leave me alone, say you would let me be free, and then force me to watch you die, and make me responsible for your death.
But Zhu Ning couldn't speak. She sat in silence, as if the air had frozen and an oppressive force had blocked her throat, preventing her from venting her emotions.
"Do you want to choose euthanasia?" Zhu Ning asked in a low voice. There were crackling sounds outside the window, and the shadow of death was both inside and outside the car. There was little Zhu Ning could do, and he could probably give Zhu Yao a less painful ending.
Zhu Yao waved his hand again, but this time with very little strength. His palm only rose less than ten centimeters before it fell down weakly. Zhu Yao's hand had no aim and it slammed onto the blood-stained bed with a thud.
Zhu Ning looked into her eyes and understood what she meant. She didn't want to prolong her life, nor did she want euthanasia. Instead, she wanted to die naturally, like her friends.
Zhu Ning curled her lips, knowing that she had completely lost. She lowered her head like a defeated dog.
Zhu Ning heard a whistling sound. It was getting dark outside the window. The whole flying car was shaking in the wind. More and more sand was blowing in. Part of the wheels of the flying car were covered. Zhu Yao could no longer leave. If she stayed, she would only face a situation where the flying car was like a coffin that was buried alive.
The sand raised by fate crackled and danced above my head.
Quicksand sank down the car windows, covering half of them. The power was about to be cut off, and sparks flickered in vain until only darkness remained.
Zhu Ning held Zhu Yao's hand, and her mechanical fingers wrapped around Zhu Yao's. She didn't dare to use force, for fear that she would feel Zhu Ning's hand was too cold.
Zhu Yao's fingers curled up. She probably wanted to shake hands again, but she had no strength left. The pressure of the yellow sand created a hole in the window, and the sand flowed in through the hole, flying around in the car like yellow paper.
Later, the yellow sand became thicker and thicker, covering Zhu Yao's wounds, including her mouth, nose, and open brain. The sand was a pollutant, and after touching the human body, it seemed to have its own life, wriggling and expanding rapidly.
drop--
The life instrument let out a sharp wail, and with a loud bang, the sand collapsed, leaving only the roof of the flying car. In the howling wind, the sand covered it again and again until even the black roof could not be seen.
Zhu Ning experienced the real death of his mother.
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