Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 601 The Country of Agrabah

Bei watches a flower in her studio.

It is dark red and cup-shaped, with slender and whitish flower stems, and scales and leaves piled up like feathers.She was not a botanical expert, but was sure she had never encountered a species like it.Yes, there was no flower she knew that would suddenly grow from a tightly welded metal work table and continue to sing a clear song that was not formed by accident.The sound seemed to come from the inside of their skulls.

Her two assistants were screaming in terror.And it wasn't just for the wine glass flower, in fact, the whole studio was filled with craziness.From their feet to their heads, plants or heterotopic brain creatures are growing wildly.They broke through the alloy, as easily as breaking through ooze.This is a terrorist attack.Bei heard one of her assistants say this.Sirens did sound from outside.

But something is wrong here.She noticed it immediately after observing the mulberry.Most of the heterotopic brain creatures can distribute the thinking nerves in all corners of the body without needing a central organ for calculation.They are also good at disguising themselves in multiple forms, but that doesn't mean they can escape the limitations of the material itself.A plant that drilled through the special alloy walls of her lab was unreasonable.She observed carefully again, and found that the drill hole was so small and just right, it fit closely with the flower stem, as if it was not a drill hole at all, but the flower stem overlapped with the alloy plate.What a simple and absurd scene this is, in her eyes, it is better than all the vegetation in the wild songs around.The answer soon appeared in her calm and clear mind: in the computing center, an impossible task can only be accomplished by the slicer.

The conclusion made her ecstatic.But doubts soon dampened her joy.Yes, it was obviously caused by the activation of the slicer, although the manifestation was beyond her imagination.But why now?She quickly reviewed the routine of the day.She and her group are still simulating lesion structures in dissociated patients, an off-line job that in no way interferes with the slicer operation.Juul or Chivan?Not impossible.But they've been doing test work for a long time.Nothing like this has ever happened before.Also, she doesn't understand why the Cutter is making these plants, it doesn't seem to have any definite purpose.

The studio twist continues.The console and ground are completely engulfed in colorful and showy plants.A stream of emerald green water fell from above their heads, and several tiny heads swam and sang in it.That sparked a new panic among the assistants, because these heads did not look like bones, but more like some kind of carbonate texture, but at the same time they were alive.They emerged endlessly from the green stream overhead, piling up into a small peak.Rhymes flow from every orifice in the skull.

The walls and the ceiling are all gone.There are only wildly sprawling, deep and shallow green vegetation, bright and colorful flowers, flowing water, and gray pinnacles piled up with heads.All these things sang horribly, like a requiem for the death of the universe.

Amid the chorus of a thousand strange beings, she heard Zaal's cry of near collapse.The latter seem to regard this as a real doomsday - before completely losing the ability to communicate, the wandering sick always claim to hear the sound of the destruction of the universe.But that's impossible, she reasoned, and there was still time before the crunch threatened the Computing Center.The soundproof structure of the computing center can also avoid the appearance of "artificial patients" to the greatest extent.Everything in front of her must have something to do with the splitter.

Bei ran to the safe in the corner, trying to find the spare weapon tucked inside.She's not a very good adventurer, but she has basic emergency training, and if she can get hold of a high-powered gun, her wits will have more room to use.But she couldn't find what she was looking for. When she ventured to open the lid of the safety box covered in dark green, two huge insects with Lepidoptera features swam out of it.

They flew out almost close to Bei's scalp, the pattern of their wings was like a forest in a light blue mist.From the depths of the painting in the fluorescing forest, she heard another completely different low-pitched tune.Yes, the flight organs of these two lepidopteran insects also sing.

She backed away from their tentacles and mouthparts and fell in a spreading green water.The water had formed a small, unfathomable lake, but instead of filling the room—because the walls that served as boundaries had disappeared—she and the rest of the studio fell into an endless, grotesque garden. inside.

They have to go, find the slicer, and terminate this erroneous operation.It is obvious that there is a serious problem with the startup of the splitter.But at this time, the original door had disappeared along with the wall.Bei walked there from memory, hoping that it would also be preserved like a safe.

She waded through the green water with difficulty.This thin Tianhe seems to be enriched with some kind of algae, but it doesn't smell fishy, ​​on the contrary it has a kind of gloomy fragrance.The water itself sang, a tinkling sound.Bei hoped her dizziness was due to the eerie sound of the water, not any toxicity in its ingredients.During this short journey, she also tried to call her two assistants, asking them to go with her to the energy control room or the computer room.But they paid no attention to her, and staggered and danced in the chaos and frenzy of the garden.Fountains of blood spilled from their earholes, merging into the emerald green water.They may be deaf and have not heard her call, or their minds have been damaged, so they ignore her instructions.

They are all her favorite students.But it seems impractical to rescue them now.She didn't know why she was safe and sound, but she had to go to the control room alone to terminate the calculation.Of all the people with access, she would probably be the closest—if the central control room still existed.

Filamentous meadows taller than a person flutter upward like tapeworms, chirping with wire vibrating in the wind.Bei pushed them aside with the sleeves of the protective clothing, and got out from the relatively sparse bottom.She did grab a door at what used to be the studio exit.But it wasn't a metal door, it was an old wooden handle.It was fashioned into the shape of some sort of snaking creature, and Bei was surprised to find that the door was silent.In the chorus of all the songs of madness, what she grasped was a door of silence.It was faithful to what a dead thing should be, but it made Bei feel more uneasy.Maintaining normalcy amidst anomalies is not necessarily a good sign.

She still took the risk to turn the handle and open the simple and old wooden door.The dancing meadows obscured her view, allowing her to see only a small slice of the scene behind the door.It was very vague and dim, but she did see the familiar hallway and the green emergency lights.It seems that the loss of control in her studio did not spread to the entire computing center. She guessed that it had something to do with the area's energy consumption or the occupation of computing power.

Behind her, her students have joined in the chorus.Too late to think about it.She had to stop the calculations before madness swept through the facility, or worse.She is the closest one, and she is also familiar with the design of the entire institution. Everything depends on her acting fast enough—it should be said that luck is good enough.

Bei prayed silently that her students' health wasn't permanently damaged, and went behind the door without hesitation.The wildly singing world quickly escaped behind her, and she returned to a relatively quiet world, but she still felt wet under her feet, as if she was trekking in that fragrant and gloomy green stream.

"Bei!" she heard someone calling from behind her.When she turned her head, she saw Kimo from the Committee running towards her.He was terrified, but not because he saw her.At this time, they were in the same red river, and their noses were full of intoxicating fragrance.The light blue walls of the passageway are unprecedentedly bright, and the lights are golden and bright.Every color is beautiful, just like the sight they saw when they first came out of the world.

Kimo was still yelling, and it took Bell a while to realize that he had reason.His shouts were different from those of her assistants, but repeated attempts to express some horror to her.

"Dead people!" he shouted, "this place is full of dead people!"

(End of this chapter)