Uplifting Journey

斌 Cheng Bin at the helm of the captain, Cheng Bin holding a firearm alert, Cheng Bin holding a banner command, Cheng Bin driving a crane to unload ...

一群 In the modern port being expanded, a group of long identical people are busy everywhere, revealing a fiery and weird scene.

Cheng Bin, who was crossing from the inner area, was standing in the wind on the shore of this small-scale port.

From the rice country to Africa, the same face looks like Cheng Bin is not good all the time. For a time, he even lost the desire to open the panel to learn.

The AK47 came from behind and patted Cheng Bin's shoulder, and then reached out to him-a car that Cheng Bin didn't recognize the brand drove to the side and stopped, and another person who was exactly the same as Cheng Bin but was older Dropped the window and looked at him curiously.

Wu Chengbin glanced over the driver's face, but found that it was not a barcode similar to him, but a string of blue numbers-10086.

AK47 said hello to the driver, opened the door and took Cheng Bin to the back of the car.

"It seems that you are taken seriously. The port is actually the second generation of Ke." After sitting on the back seat and twisting a lazy waist, AK47 explained to Cheng Bin, "The first-generation clone did not Recognize signs and make a lot of trouble. "

"The second generation engraved a number on the face to distinguish it, but the number and type of the back was also very troublesome. So from the third generation clones, the identification identifier was changed to a bar code. The generation only integrated the coding format and reading ability. Since the fifth generation, this mark has been embedded in the epidermal cells and expressed at the gene level. "

"There are only more than 20,000 second-generation clones, and less than three thousand are still alive. It is said that they are scattered to various places. It is really good luck to meet a senior man today."

"Don't mention anything about seniors, AK47, you are more famous than me." 10086 tilted his head and smiled at Cheng Bin, "You father 927 is really amnesia? We have seen it before, ah, The father-in-law was a joke about your job classification in the past. At the beginning, it was called the internal supervisor, but after all, the nature of the work is not pleasing, and it is a bit like those of Dongxi Factory.

Cheng Bin didn't feel anything, just coping with it all the way. Now he is full of doubts—looking at this situation, the number of clones is definitely much more than he thought, and ... they Has it taken root in Africa? Also set up a social system operated by the cloned labor?

What a reality.

Cheng Bin, who was stuck in his throat and couldn't get up, couldn't wait to see those who could explain everything to him.

Uh ...

After two transfers, Cheng Bin, who had taken the high-speed rail, came to a city that was called the capital by AK47 and was comparable in size to C city in China.

But this city is too regular-the horizontal and vertical main roads are like a circle drawn by compasses. The building has only a few types, and the concrete shell is barely exposed ...

On the streets with a lot of people, in addition to differently dressed clones, there are also some Asians and blacks walking between them.

Cheng Chengbin stopped to look at the places on the street that should be shops. Some urban residents knocked on neatly arranged closed containers with thick mobile phones of exactly the same shape, and then walked out of the store with the ejected goods.

"This is an automatic sale?" Cheng Bin looked back at the AK47 standing quietly behind him.

"Almost," AK47 shrugged, and groped in his arms. "You don't even remember this? Our country, however, allocates consumption on demand plus a contribution system."

AK47 took out a kind of thick mobile phone that Cheng Bin saw before: "This is a personal terminal that every citizen has. Whether you like it or not, you can't do without it. You can think of it as a mobile phone, ID card, or bank card. Wait for the complex of gadgets. "

"We have only a short time since the founding of the People ’s Republic. The members are basically clones. In addition to some naturalized African indigenous people, the basics of everything are lost. Without too many miscellaneous needs, many things can be integrated and used together, saving. Lots of resources. "

AK47 sighed and urged Cheng Bin: "I know that you are asking a lot of estimates now, and when someone in the resident parliament slowly explains it to you, you can see enough about keeping the history and political books."

Cheng Chengbin nodded, taking back the curious baby's gaze to this strange city, and continued to walk forward with AK47.

Uh ...

In an ordinary building, Cheng Bin saw the non-trivial leader of the country:

Clone Management Consultative Council resident members, a total of 5 people.

Look at the appearance ... Well, there is nothing to look at. Look at the logo. There are two second generations, the others are clones after the third generation.

"Uh," Cheng Bin was invited to sit at the round table, and looked at his five selves strangely. "I remember I was called a betrayer by you? Although it was called amnesia ... But you know that I have superpowers, and it ’s okay to meet me so directly? "

"You have this value, let's say ..." A person with the number 7 on his face was holding his chin in both hands. "Afraid of death to be a clone."

"The process of measurement is more complicated," another third-generation clone 171, who had given Cheng Bin a cup of tea and an old thin iron water cup, then he sat back to his place and continued to say, "But you have to believe, Our mental control department has a very high level of analysis of Cheng Bin. After analyzing your performance all the way, we have enough understanding of your behavioral logic, so it is better to choose to be honest. "

"It's nice," another fifth-generation clone with the tail number 8861 slumped on the back of the chair and sneered. "It's not because the spiritual seeds are backed up every day. When the assembly line is reopened, it comes out to continue working ~ www.mtlnovel. com ~ One or two can't wait to die early and get rid of it. "

Cheng Chengbin heard that his head was too big. He waved his hand carefully and said, "Don't pull these headless things, can I give me a good explanation from scratch?"

"Then try the problem we are most concerned about, and then slowly confuse you." The fourth-generation clone 105 with eyes closed next to him opened his eyes to Cheng Bin and raised his hand to his head for a few seconds. He lowered his hand and nodded, "The imprint of the spirit seed failed, and it seems to be the second extraordinary individual."

Cheng Chengbin froze for a moment. Just now, he felt that the mind-qi battle was faintly touched, a bit like the feeling of conflict between the mind-qi and those of the powers in the Outland No. 2 world.

"What spiritual seed?" Cheng Bin frowned, and looked at the blue 105 number on the man's face strangely. "You have extraordinary abilities? Then you are the cloned body of this world? You are not the second generation clone. ?"

"Ontology?" The last three-generation clones ending in 1111 shrugged. "If you refer to the source of the imprint of the original spiritual seed," Cheng Bin ", that guy died as early as the first clone war, and Fortunately, the spiritual seed ability can be actively passed to the clones. After death, this ability will be inherited by the clone with the closest thinking mode, otherwise we will have finished playing, let alone create a country. "

平行 The parallel entity ... dead?

Cheng Chengbin feels that he has stepped into the misty potholes one after another.

整理 After sorting out his thoughts, Cheng Bin and the five resident members communicated with each other and finally understood what happened to the parallel individuals in this world.

It all started from about ten years ago ...