According to the latest monitoring report, some "medical resources" have gradually mutated in daily life due to long-term lack of utilization, and the activity level of brain cells has also greatly increased compared to when they were first produced.
Wei Lan is the owner of this private hospital, Aier, and one of the few women with permanent residency rights in the safe zone.
At this moment, she is listening to the report from the director of the research center.
“To ensure that those medical resources can function properly, we have instilled certain knowledge in them and given them basic communication skills, but this does not include the ability to think independently,” the center director said, frowning. “But now we have found at least three cases in Group A whose intelligence has reached the level of a twelve-year-old child and is still developing rapidly.”
Wei Lan frowned as well: "The situation is probably more than that, isn't it?"
"Yes, apart from Group B, the brain cells of the medical resources in the other groups also showed abnormal activity. We have now added activity inhibitors to their daily food, and it is temporarily under control."
"Only temporarily under control?"
"Excessive use of active inhibitors can easily lead to the production of antibodies, so it can only temporarily suppress the activity. Moreover, whether other physiological functions will also be affected, in addition to the level of brain cell activity, requires further observation."
Wei Lan was silent for a moment, then said, "If we can't control it, let's destroy it all."
"However, the value of this batch..."
“I can’t afford to take any risks.”
"Understood."
That being said, that's only under circumstances beyond our control. A natural person's "medical resources" are actually genetically modified individuals. In fact, the cost of making these genetically modified individuals into qualified "medical resources" is much higher than producing a simple genetically modified person.
Therefore, the director of the research center continued to study rescue measures with the goal of preserving this batch of "medical resources" as much as possible.
......
Along the promenade, the "medical resources" continued to stroll slowly, occasionally talking to each other, but without making a fuss.
Although there are robots monitoring, they are not that sensitive if the topic is not sensitive.
A man wearing the number A271 on his chest quickened his pace slightly and caught up with the person in front of him.
"Hey."
The man with number A271 greeted a man next to him with number B660.
"Hello."
The man in number B660 responded with little expression, then continued walking slowly with his head down.
Number A271 followed Number B660's pace, walking right beside him. Throughout, A271 seemed somewhat puzzled, constantly glancing sideways at Number B660.
After about a hundred meters, he asked, "Were you just rescued?"
"Yes."
B660 remained expressionless. In fact, he had no expression and no thoughts; his only action was to walk slowly as instructed to aid digestion.
But the A271 is not.
The two walked side by side for a while longer, and then A271 spoke again: "I feel like I've seen you before, oh no, I saw you a few days ago."
“I arrived yesterday.”
However, B660's eyes darted around as he answered. It seemed he wasn't entirely sure of his answer. Perhaps, maybe, it should have been yesterday; after all, he remembered being found just yesterday.
“I’ve been here for more than three years. There were many people here before I came, and I heard some of them had been here for several years.”
A271 paused here, then looked at B660's reaction.
B660 wasn't sure how to react, but he seemed somewhat interested in hearing more. So he asked, "And then?"
"But..." A271 continued, "Everyone says that Earth has suffered an unprecedented catastrophe, and humanity is almost wiped out, so why are there still so many lucky people being found and sent here?"
"Then what?"
What do you remember?
"I......"
A660 fell into deep thought, wondering what he actually remembered. After a long while, he shook his head blankly: "I don't know, I only remember the great catastrophe... I'm a survivor..."
“You look a lot like someone who used to live here, but I haven’t seen him for several days.”
"Could he have gone to the exclusive zone?" A660's eyes lit up. "I dream of going to the exclusive zone. It's the only place on Earth that hasn't been polluted. Only the lucky ones can go there."
Upon hearing this, A271 frowned and examined A660 more closely.
His mind has been a bit muddled these past couple of days. To be precise, his mind suddenly started racing a few days ago, and then it went back to being pretty much muddled again. So much so that even though this A660 looks familiar, he can't remember who that familiar person is or why they've disappeared.
Exclusive Zone...
Breaking news! Breaking news!
The sound, emanating from a large loudspeaker in the center of the walkway, drew the attention of everyone strolling along it.
The virtual image of the health assistant appeared and continued, "An immigration qualification for a special zone has just been allocated to our zone, so now we will randomly select one lucky person to move to the special zone."
Immediately, everyone became excited.
"A271, do you think there's a chance I'll be selected?" B660 actually asked A271, his face showing obvious joy and his eyes sincere and enthusiastic.
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