Reader? What reader?

This question only flashed in Yurek's mind for a second, and he suddenly reacted - it turned out that the little girl in front of him was the one who prompted him to stand here.

It's just a very pure sympathy. He told her not long ago that he wanted to bring her an outside story, but what Yurek didn't expect was that he was selected for this kind of temporary sympathy. A place where big bosses gather.

Although not because of his excellence.

— This makes Yurek a little frustrated, for better or for worse.

In any case, being able to operate on the same stage with such a big guy, even if he is just a storyteller, can learn something.

The young man quickly recognized his position, cheered up, and responded with a friendly smile to the dawn, then uneasily adjusted the sterile gloves on his hands and looked at his immediate leader Riley: "Director , what are we doing this time?"

He circled around, a little confused: "What about the experimental body? Haven't it been shipped in yet?"

"It's me."

Liming grabbed the conversation, his face did not change.

Eh?

Yurek was taken aback.

Dawn was half urging, lying on the bed quietly, and beckoned to Yurek: "Okay, don't waste time, let's start."

…

No matter how many unbelievable ideas there are in the scientific research experiments of the subordinates, there is only one core point of the "Great Return" project, and that is the homogeneity and unity of the spiritual network.

Originally, this project has existed for thousands of years in the history of the Federation, and it has been carried out tepidly. Everyone knows that such a big topic may not have a definite answer for a lifetime.

Countless generations have devoted themselves to it, but only a few generations are likely to see the results of the research.

This kind of thing can't be rushed.

Ordinary researchers can't see the relationship between war and research at all. They don't know why their superiors suddenly ordered to speed up research, so all delayed plans and ideas were put on the agenda.

Among them is the detection of dawn.

…

The large-scale social experiment of "The Great Return" exhausted the power of the Federation and could only erase 13 planets from the universe.

Not only to create a social environment, but also to avoid people's eyes and ears - no matter which aspect, it requires strong human, material and financial resources to complete such an arrangement.

However, in the long run of time, all the experiments on the 13 planets ended in failure. The 13th lived to the end, but it was also destroyed not long ago because of the intervention of Lui and Angel.

As the only experimental subject born and raised in such a social environment, the importance of Dawn is self-evident.

Although Liming is still "like a duck in water" in the research institute, he has to accept a lot of questionnaires and tests every now and then.

The data shows that her brain wave structure is indeed different from that of ordinary Serra ladies, and it seems that some kind of mutation has occurred, but more specific details require craniotomy to collect data.

Acquisition, not change.

From a certain point of view, if it can be perfectly stitched, it may not die.

This experiment is too much of a gamble, and there is only one experimental subject, and the materials are too precious, not to mention that Liming has won the favor of many researchers in the institute.

It is most taboo for researchers to have feelings with experimental subjects.

There was no hurry before, so this proposal has been shelved.

The worst plan that Riley even made was that Dawn's so-called experimental body stayed in the center for a lifetime, and after she died, the task of collecting data would be handed over to the next director.

But time waits for no one.

"I can also teach you how Locke was 'treated' on the 13th."

At the moment the war started, Dawn even offered to make the offer.

The kid didn't seem to realize what he was about to face at all, so he took the initiative to ask: "I can tell you... If you just look at the data left by Locke, it must not be very intuitive, right? I can tell you his specific entry point."

"...What do you want to do?" Riley jumped at Dawn's suggestion.

Dawn staggered to his feet, and the shadow spread up under the projection of the overhead chandelier, forming a large, graceful monster on the wall.

"Local anesthesia, if that's not possible, appropriate pain is fine."

"What did you say?"

"I'm going to stay awake during the experiment."

Riley saw stormy madness in those azure eyes.

At that moment, she truly felt that Dawn was a "thing" that grew out of that distorted society.

Paranoid, crazy, desperate.

"I also need to know the data you collected. I know that according to the normal confidentiality level, it is unlikely that I will get the complete first-hand data, so I can exchange the practical experience of the mental network. You must also act strictly according to my instructions.”

The temperature in the research institute is obviously a constant temperature 24 hours a year, and the temperature in a white coat is just right.

But at this time Riley's back was unprovoked with a hint of coolness.

This feeling is a bit unfamiliar. The last time I noticed this emotion, a fist-sized black hole was opened in the research institute. Even with protective measures, the attraction still caused her to lose a lot of precious materials, even The clock on the side showing the time also failed at this moment, and even jumped forward to the past time - fortunately, the black hole was only the product of the experiment failure, and it was not stable. It only appeared for a moment and then passed away.

Riley felt like he was staring into an abyss of color.

"I'm an experimenter and a knife holder."

Dawn looked at Riley quietly and smiled back.

In the blue shimmer, there is not only the sky that contains everything, but also the seabed that devours everything.

Whether it is too crowded because there is too much life, or too empty because the darkness is too deep, it is the same shape:

Because of his arrogance, it makes Kongmang itself stand out.

It was an empty sadness.

***

Dawn felt a cold fluid running through his veins.

Anesthesia is being injected.

According to the pre-calculated dose, it will keep her awake, but it will not affect the experimental effect, and a small piece of pain nerve will be retained.

"let's start."

She lay lazily on the bed, staring at the screen hanging above her head to see her body stats, but she spoke to Yurek, who was stunned beside her.

"Read anything, I need to focus."

Pain, anaesthesia, and anti-human imagery can be very distracting in and of themselves.

Even Dawn couldn't be sure she'd get over it—she needed a little relief other than anesthesia.

Yurek responded quickly, hurriedly dropped a story from the portable terminal, cleared his throat, and stumblingly read it out: "A long time, a long time—a long time ago, there was a kingdom in the depths of the nebula..."

The scalpel gave off a white, cold light under the reflection of the light.

"The people inside are as dazzling as the stars..."

The cold light approached the bottom of his eyes, like a morning star.

"The king has a son in his later years and is the only heir in the Nebula Kingdom. The little princess has grown up happily in the ultimate love since she was a child..."

The scalp was cut open and the junctions of the skull bones were carefully separated.

Liming stared at the values ​​on the screen without saying a word. She knew that it was unlikely that she would take a second look at the data, so she only had one chance.

Jurek's first experience with this kind of vivisection—both people he knew—had a moral sense that made him look away, and even the voice of reading the story froze.

"continue."

Dawn suddenly spoke and urged, "Don't stop."

Yurek's story is a consolation, a smoke bomb, the part that convinces Riley and the other researchers of her "naivety," and a dull knife on their moral sensibilities that have yet to fade away.

She is not feeling well, why can't others accompany her to suffer?

Dawn doesn't know if this dull knife can break through someone's heart, but as long as there is a person whose sympathy overcomes reason, the greater her chance of winning.

Eurek paused, took a deep breath, and read on:

"But one day—"

Once upon a time, the starry Nebula Kingdom was the most advanced kingdom in the universe.

Nebulae framed the walls of the castle; beneath the carpet was a pattern of countless burning stars; the Milky Way, mellow as milk, closed its curtain, and raised silver veils in the palace; whistling winds of particles passed through special accordions, constantly Don't cut out the beautiful music for the people on the dance floor. Around the dance floor, the fire and fuel taken from the sun and the moon danced, burning continuously.

There is a princess who grew up quickly and carefree since she was a child.

But one day, the little princess dreamed of a wizard who claimed to be from the ocean. The wizard presented a truth, a prophecy, and a curse:

"My dear princess, you are not the daughter of the old king."

Your mother-in-law deceived the king and bribed the star officials to make everyone mistakenly believe that you have the blood of the stars in your veins.

"What about my real parents?" The little princess was frightened and uneasy.

The wizard replied: "Your parents have been killed, my little highness."

"And what is another prophecy?"

The sorcerer offered an arrow made of black shadow stone he found from the depths of the ocean, and put it in the princess's hand: "One day, you will meet the feather of this arrow, and that is your lifelong friend. , lifelong relatives, lifelong enemies, but only this arrow can kill each other."

Waking up from a dream here.

But the princess found a black pole beside her bed.

"This fluctuation..." Riley's voice suddenly became solemn, and she urged the assistant beside her, "Ben, report the number."

"Compare the original data of Mrs. Sierra..."

"Director! It's really changed!"

Soon, a crisis came to the country.

Countless meteors descended, causing the country hidden behind the nebula to be destroyed in an instant, but the little princess found a spaceship in the chaos and escaped secretly.

This is the first time the little princess has seen the world outside Nebula, everyone speaks different languages, and many people have to sacrifice everything in order to satisfy the arrogance of the royal family.

The fish in the deep sea, the swaying jellyfish, the fire of the sun, the spar of the moon, and the silent breeze in the freshest air.

The princess was determined that she would create a dynasty very different from her ancestors.

"Okay... Next, let me teach you how to operate..."

Dawn stared at the data above his head and blinked, with a sly smile in his eyes: "First, you have to use electrodes to connect to another person's brain."

"Isn't it just stimulating the mental net?" Yurek couldn't help but interject.

Liming said: "If conditions permit, Locke will observe the stimulus response through a direct link - after all, the core is 'control', and nothing is more experimental than connecting a control object on the spot."

After she explained, she frowned and urged Yurek: "Go on."

The young man nodded hurriedly, and read on at a high voice:

But the masses decided to take revenge, so a group of young people stood up on the farm, they unified the language, and quickly gathered the voices of the entire universe.

One of the young people had the best archery skills. They brought silver-white star stones for her, but the soft star stones can only be made into the softest and sharpest arrow feathers, and it was difficult to find a suitable arrow shaft.

This is how the princess and the young general met, and they went through a long struggle trying to get the other half of the arrow from each other.

The kingdom was beaten by the new revolutionary army, and even a wise princess could not stop the resistance of the entire universe.

On the day the revolutionary army broke through the royal city, the princess shot the empty pole into the general's room.

"Then…"

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

A sharp scream broke his reading, from Dawn.

Just listening to this voice, Yurek couldn't bear to watch any longer.

The screaming continued for a few seconds, and Dawn was lying on the bed panting for a long time before he said half-jokingly in a weak voice: "Look, that's it."

At this time, the brain waves of the other brain connected to the side also showed unusual frequencies.

"This!" The researcher who had been staring at the screen suddenly lost his voice.

"Quick, connect to the precision display." Jeffrey was stunned, and quickly urged, seeing that the assistant hadn't responded yet, he simply installed it himself.

Riley suppressed his unbearable heart and said to Liming: "Liming, now let's take a test... I'll give you some multiple-choice questions later, you can choose whatever you want, okay?"

"Hmm." Dawn took a deep breath.

Soon, a set of picture cards were taken out, which were nothing more than patterns like apples and pears. Every time Dawn made a choice, he could see that the display connected to another brain made the same thing as himself. judge.

Just like... a puppet.

Dawn closed his eyes and sighed softly.

【It's finally here...】

The precision display device can directly interpret consciousness, and accurately type Dawn's inner words on the screen.

[Yurek, I'm in pain. 】

【It hurts. 】

【Can you read the story for me? 】

Yurek originally read this story, the more strange it became, but he had already started, so he could only bite the bullet and read this strange story. Now that Dawn said so, he had to read it, but he bowed his head, But it turns out that there is only an ending left.

"The story ends...the princess was guillotined on the day of the celebration, and the general committed suicide with that arrow."

【…】

After a moment of silence on the screen, Dawn suddenly laughed and said, "What kind of ending is this."

Yurek said hurriedly: "I don't know...I..." He also casually dropped.

He had never raised children, and he didn't even consider the existence of stories like black | fairy tales on Xingwang.

Not to mention the classic fairy tales that have stood the test of time.

"Yurek, I have a question for you."

"what?"

Yurek nervously waited for Dawn's question. Now, a lot of threads on Dawn's head have not been removed, and he has not even done stitching. He is really not used to talking to humans in such a state.

But he waited for a long time, but he couldn't hear Dawn's next sentence.

He didn't see Dawn's problem until an assistant couldn't help but quietly patted his shoulder and pointed to the monitor hanging high up:

【Do you like princesses? Or general? 】

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