It took Jiang Ling four hours to sort out the means of production left behind by that cruel society. She didn't understand why she was so keen on these twisted biological tools. Perhaps it was a kind of admiration for the strong. When she gradually calmed down from her enthusiasm, she found that her spiritual ability had become one with this flesh and blood city and was difficult to separate.
The factory received new instructions and resumed operation. Energy from the Earth's mantle was extracted by peristaltic pipes and slowly released into several pools of water. Within these pools, there were deliberately cultivated bacterial colonies. This symbiotic relationship dates back to ancient times and is not the product of some science fiction novel. They were able to utilize the temperature difference between the heat of the pipe walls and the cold seawater. The bacterial colonies multiplied, transforming the cylindrical body of water into a nutrient-rich soup.
This is the first and most important step in the cycle.
Afterward, an unknown number of wormlike mutants activated, lurching their bloated bodies to the edge of the pool and forming regular formations, like ants around a drop of sugar. They resembled the queen ant in an ant nest, both the factory's governing node and its exploited slaves. Their abdomens quickly began to gestate life, similar to bees, a process of parthenogenesis. Within a few hours, they expelled a vast number of egg sacs. These translucent, pale yellow eggs resembled ostrich eggs, so numerous that they could have formed a mountain.
Jiang Ling could sense the tiny life within each egg, a feeling like watching a hen lay. Aside from the satisfaction of having extra eggs for dinner, she felt no guilt for killing. That was the impact the factory had on her. Living things, after all, are not machines. Even a tiny amount of pheromones is enough to alter a person's mental outlook.
The factory is satisfied and the factory is happy.
Jiang Ling could now clearly feel the mood of the factory - it was definitely a strange experience.
The egg sacs are transferred to the other end of the factory by chelicerates, which secrete mucus on their backs. They are about the same size as large swimming crabs, but they are not limited to walking sideways like crabs.
These porters finally gathered in a damp tunnel with many "processing machines" hanging on the top of the tunnel. Jiang Ling instinctively ignored the appearance of those mutants. After all, the processing machines had the appearance of hydras and most of them were about two meters long, which was quite Cthulhu-like.
The processing machines will swallow the egg sacs, use their tubular spikes to inject tool enzymes and target genes into the eggs, and test the completion of the genetic modification operation. The successful ones will be spit out, and the unsuccessful ones will be used as food.
Jiang Ling is not worried about their yield rate. After all, with such a huge number of hundreds of millions, as long as there is a probability of success, they will definitely achieve their goal.
What she wanted to produce was not inefficient humanoid weapons. Things used in war did not actually need too many functions. Being able to find and destroy the enemy was enough. Obviously, the original rulers had fallen into some misunderstanding.
The factory's memory nodes contained a large number of biological genes, most of which were relatively common and therefore useless. Jiang Ling's mind moved, and a terrifying eight-legged creature was artificially created.
The transformed egg sacs were transported to a warm incubator close to the surface. In less than half a day, the incubator was filled with rustling sounds.
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