Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 602 The Country of Agrabah

For the first time, Bei failed to grasp the meaning of his shouts.She was first concerned about the loss of life at the institution.It's entirely possible.Now that her two assistants had been driven mad by the sudden change, she couldn't imagine what would happen to those in the higher energy regions, who even happened to be maintaining the mainframe and computing module partitions.

She put her hands on Kimo's shoulders and asked him to calm down in a forceful voice.As a newcomer to the committee, Kimo undoubtedly had a lot of training in dealing with the unexpected.When Bei asked him to stop shouting, he quickly obeyed and waited intently for Bei's question.She couldn't help feeling relieved that the newly appointed commissioner hadn't lost his mind.He can probably help in the next operation.

"We're all alive, casualties are few," she said to Kimber. "Calm down, Commissioner! It was just an accident. The Slicer was probably activated. That's exciting news! Our efforts It's almost there, but I'm afraid there's something wrong here...some setup problem, so we'll have to figure out how to fix that first. Do you have a weapon on you?"

Kimo still seemed short of breath, but his demeanor regained his composure by the time Bei spoke.He quickly pulled out a black stub from his uniform.Bei recognized it as a sonic cutter, one of the standard weapons on the committee, but it wasn't supposed to be the only one.Her suspicious gaze made Kimo's breath short again.

"The gun flew away," he explained a little messily, "it turned into a monster..."

Bei signaled her affirmative attitude with her eyes.All this is obviously beyond the understanding of the new members.

"I understand," she said. "Please take it easy, Commissioner. I'm sure no one in your position would inadvertently lose equipment. We're in a rare emergency right now, and your surprise is understandable. But we don't have much time to explain. Please hold your weapon, we may use it in our next operation."

"I see," Kimo said briefly.Bei's words seemed to have successfully brought him back to normal order, he was able to understand the crisis at hand, and got into a working state.He activated the cutter, then looked at Bei: "What should I do?"

"We need to find the control room. Regardless of how everything in front of us was made, it is the result of the splitter calculation. We need to shut down the mainframe first."

Kimo asked, "And then it all ends?"

Bei paused.In fact, she didn't know.This, too, was unprecedented for her.Her professional knowledge can't help her make a more accurate judgment than Kimo, and she knows as little as Kimo about what the infinite mind thinks.But she had to show confidence in her grasp of the situation.That's exactly what she does.

"We are the creators of the slicer," she replied, "and no one knows it better than we do, or can hope to direct it."

The skin around Kimo's eyes wrinkled slightly.He may be confused by her wording, about why he needs to use "guidance" on a machine, or maybe he has nothing to think about, just thinking about how to complete the next journey.

"I have two questions." He said in a low voice, "Since the channel has become like this, can we guarantee that the energy control room will still exist?"

"We must try."

"I hope it has at least some reason for us to feel that it will be successful."

Bei thought briefly.She can't spend time discussing the meaning of the splitter with the other party, or overly complicated theoretical knowledge.The people on the committee are always focused on the practical, so she explains briefly: "Whatever the Slicer is targeting right now, it hasn't done its final calculations yet, and we haven't seen any meaningful results yet. That means all the regional modules Still controlled by the mainframe - in a way we can still understand. As long as we cut off all power supplies, the calculations will be terminated, or at least the instructions will be terminated. I can't guarantee that this will be true, Commissioner, but now you can't A more reliable answer has been found."

Kimo wasn't necessarily moved by her words.But they really didn't have much choice, unless he was willing to coexist with this crazy place forever, or abandon the heavy responsibility that the committee had given him, and try to escape from within the institution.Bei didn't know what that would do to him, she had never thought of running away herself.She did, however, hear that molesters on the committee faced extremely severe punishment.

After a brief silence, Kimo seemed to agree with her.

"Second question." He continued, "Just now I was waiting for authorization in the document room below, and then I heard in the ventilation system..."

He suddenly fell silent again.Bei thought he was organizing his words, but she couldn't hear the words.Some kind of thought made Kimo drop the second question.He quickly avoided Bei's gaze.

"You're right, ma'am," he said, "if this is all caused by the Slicer being activated... that is, some kind of vision, isn't it? We could see anything. Nothing is weird. Then There is nothing to say, let us dare to go to the control room."

His conclusion wasn't exactly correct, but Bei was wise not to correct it.Through the subtle expressions shown unconsciously by the other party, she noticed that his panic did not come from the unknown alone.Yes, she concluded in her mind: Kimo had encountered something that frightened him.But one thing is true, no matter what they encounter, the termination operation is the first priority.She led Kimo to the direction of the energy control room.

That was all due to her familiarity with the internal situation of the institution.In this short half-moment, all the corridors have been changed beyond recognition.The ground paved with alloy and soundproof plywood is as soft as mulch, and the bright red river flows across it.The light was as rich as a vat of gin.The walls on both sides disappeared like her studio, and turned into hazy bluish mist.Purple vines hang down from their heads, and the fruits on the branches are smooth jade in the shape of eyeballs.

Bei tried to ignore the disturbance of these sights and sounds as much as possible.She convinced herself that everything in front of her was harmless, because the Splitter would not intentionally harm them, and they had strictly controlled the procedures from the beginning to eliminate such risks.She was perfectly calm, but Kimo couldn't ignore every weird omen.He scans every direction with alert eyes, and keeps his sonic cutter firmly in hand.

She watched her companion as she walked, in case he suddenly fell into some dangerous psychosis.Kimo was indeed nervous, but still dutifully defended her, leading the way in any areas they hadn't yet set foot in.He was certainly not a coward, and Bei knew what training his position required, and she believed he could handle corpses and torture without changing his face.He lost his composure only because the phenomena they faced were out of order.

But whether it's weeds growing on steel, safe boxes singing, high-powered guns turning into insects, or green rivers falling from the sky, none of these are inherently worth fearing.Yes, it didn't hurt them so far, what frightened them was incomprehensible.But all the phenomena they witnessed were only manifestations of the unknown, an exaggerated and grotesque presentation.True terror is invisible.

Horror, or miracle, whatever people called it, for Be, she had convinced herself to accept it with an open mind.If compared with the infinite thinking of patients with dissociative disease, all the strange things that appear in front of their eyes are mediocre, as natural as a gust of wind or a stone.People are just more likely to be frightened by visual things because they are easy to recognize and understand, but real terror needs to be recognized with wisdom.

That is a special tribute to a wise man.Sometimes when she thought of it, her heart was filled with sadness and tenderness.She let the terror of death blow over her like a breeze, and the greatest horrors leave no trace, and this was done through creation.She had spent so much time on this project that she was about to forget herself and become a handful of dirt that gave birth to infinite wisdom.It's no big deal.Eternal renewal of life-forms, if it be necessary--she gave life, or at least the origin of life, to a mind of unprecedented grandeur.This achievement is enough to overcome all fears of annihilation.Yes, that was what she really wanted.She must move on.Find the control room.Make sure the slicer does correct infinity calculations.

It has to be born.

Her pace became faster.The weird and grotesque changes of Vientiane can no longer hinder her footsteps, she is almost running on the red river.What's so scary?Slicers don't really hurt them.For a mind with infinite intelligence, "destroying" and "harming" are meaningless.Not "right" or "wrong," but not actionable.It only acts to fulfill its mission, and that mission can never be to harm them - otherwise they would have been wiped out.

She rushed to the door of the energy control room, panting excitedly and selflessly.The river gurgled and sang, playing high-spirited and joyful tunes.Unbelievably, she recognized that it was the song she heard when she was young, the first time she was on the podium of an outstanding student, with a loud metal orchestra and a crisp golden bell.Kimo's cry seemed far away.

She pushed open the door.The chorus was waiting for her inside.A big awards ceremony?Do not.no.Suddenly she saw clearly.It turned out that this was a sacrifice.A blood sacrifice.

(End of this chapter)