Chapter 973: Desperate process

With despair, those voices still echoed in the darkness.

Moreover, these voices are getting denser and clearer, seeming to tell the collapsing subject that he is still alive and he still hopes to stick to it.

Just when the man's soul was about to lose consciousness due to the struggle, these voices began to become coherent: "It is possible that once you enter the container, you will lose a lot of feelings. For example, the sense of taste... will be completely lost... "

"What is lost at the same time is also related to the desire to eat. These are all mentioned in the Frenzberg experiment report..." At this moment, he could already tell whether these words were spoken by men or women, and could even listen to them. Give some accents.

"Then what's the difference between him and a vegetative?" So he stopped struggling, just stopped in place, listening to the voices of the gods who ruled his destiny.

He swears that if there is a voice saying "Let's kill him, he has no use value" at this time, he will definitely thank that voice from the bottom of his heart.

As for his daughter? Go to his mother's daughter! Not to mention that he was sent to the Demon Race to condolences those soldiers, even if he was sent to the Demon Race to condolences the Demon Race soldiers, he would never make such a stupid choice.

Yes, if he was given another opportunity to choose, he would definitely choose to die immediately, whether he was hanged or shot, whatever it was, it didn't matter, he didn't care anymore.

What he cares about now is that he can die immediately-death is really a luxury for him now...

"I can hear you! What are you talking about?" He uttered the craziest shout, but no one seemed to be able to hear his hoarse shout.

"He has a slight tremor... This shows that he should be able to hear us... He can hear! He can really hear!" The voices that are far away and don't know where they are, still follow their own conversations. Continue.

In the darkness, he heard someone yelling in excitement again, as if he could hear the sound, it was a great and good thing.

This really makes him a little bit dumbfounded. These people are not torturing him, but are really giving him a chance to live again?

Regaining hope in despair, he was even a little touched, just when he wanted to say something, he heard those voices, and someone said: "My God...so we At least half of the experiment was successful!"

"God bless!" A woman's voice even caused a cry, which made him want to cry.

It is a pity that he has no tears to drop, and even he realized at this time that he has no way to find out where his eyes are...

Without any reference, he didn't know whether his arm existed, or whether his hand could touch the position of his eyes. He didn't even have a way to confirm whether he could really control his hands.

"I still..." Just as he was speaking, he suddenly found a light in front of his eyes. For him, who was accustomed to the darkness, it was like seeing endless hope.

He struggled to get close to the beam of light, and then he saw a circle of technicians and engineers around his bed.

At the beginning, it was a picture, and then countless pictures were overlapped together, and finally became a three-dimensional real scene with some subtle changes.

At this moment, he saw these people around him, and their faces turned out to have joyful expressions.

He tried to open his mouth, just like when a baby was learning to speak, and then in the next second, he heard an unfamiliar voice: "I..."

"Okay! He is learning to control his pronunciation... It's great!" A technician looked down on his own masterpiece and said with satisfaction: "We finally made it!"

"Ah..." Because the voice was too unfamiliar, the man lying on the experimental table was not even sure if he was talking just now. So he uttered again and found that his voice became full of hoarseness and mechanical edges.

"You...what exactly did you do to me?" The man felt the pain in his body, the pain from the depths of his soul. It seems that every time he moves, he will be tortured millions of times, bitten by countless ants, and lashed by countless leather whips...

He tried to stand up hard, but found that an arm suddenly appeared in front of him. He didn't know whose arm it was, because he saw weird metal materials and gorgeous magic inscriptions on this arm.

These inscriptions are really very beautiful, even shining, representing the light blue light of magic.

However, he didn't have the mind to observe these things now. He wanted to sit up, so he waved his hands hard, hoping to find a decent support point.

Suddenly, he realized something. Using the consciousness that had begun to be disordered, he controlled his hands and stopped in front of his eyes.

Then he saw his hands, which were a pair of hands full of metal parts and engraved with various inscriptions...

"This is not my hand..." He began to speak fluently. It was obvious that his mental power, or his soul, had already begun to adapt to this new body.

"This isn't my hand! Where's my hand? Where's my hand?" He yelled, and suddenly sat up from the "operating table" where he was.

Because of excessive force, he even pulled off a belt that was fastened to his waist. Next, he saw his own legs, which were also a pair of mechanical legs engraved with runes.

"You took my legs too... Take them away?" He looked at his legs sluggishly, murmured these words, and then suddenly realized something, lowered his head deeper, and observed himself. Body.

He used to be a white, slightly fat man. After all, he used to be a rich nobleman, so his figure is not so dazzling.

However, after being arrested because of collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country, he lost a lot of weight and had some scars on his body. But he still didn't expect that he himself would like that imperfect body so much.

The body in front of him is full of mechanical and magic inscriptions. He can even see that some parts are moving a little bit, replacing his previous organs, driving the magical energy in the body.

However, even if this is a perfect body, it is not made of flesh and blood! How could he accept that such a terrifying body replaced his own body?

"I want to change back... I want to change back..." The man struggled to get up, but his legs became unstable, and he immediately mixed up with each other at his own discretion.

He fell heavily to the ground, and the delicate, expensive body hit the concrete floor with a dull bang.

"Calm down! Your daughter is already on her way!" A technician stepped forward and helped the man who had fallen to the ground up.

On the other side, the man still had a lot of wires connected to his body. At the end of the wire, a technician tapped twice on the keyboard in front of him, and he was self-knowingly reducing the strength of this successful experimenter to that of a normal person. half.

He didn't want to let this seemingly collapsed experimental body make a fuss in the laboratory and eventually lead to a series of wounding incidents.

"What did you do to me? What did you...do to me?" The man roared over and over again, knocking the ground, not knowing whether he was venting or destroying his terrible body.

"Actually, we replaced you with a body! A body that allows you to live forever!" An experimenter excitedly explained to the man: "There is no disease, no aging! You can live like this forever..."

In fact, standing in this laboratory, more than half of the experimenters don't have the simple task of extending Gurlo's life in their minds anymore.

What excites them, what makes them tremble, what makes them so crazy, is actually a bigger and more distant goal. Whether it is a magician or a mortal, they are tirelessly pursuing the great goal-"immortality".

This is an infinite temptation for mankind. To live forever is the pursuit of countless people in their lives!

Because of this, the people in this laboratory feel that they are completing one of the greatest experiments in human history. As long as this experiment is completed, humans can embark on an unprecedented path.

One they don’t know yet, but Chris has known for a long time, is a great "road" called Mechanical Ascension.

"Hope, when you see your daughter, you can have a better image!" A technician helped the "mortal **** puppet" lying on the ground up, and began to persuade him.

Hearing the word "daughter", the man finally calmed down somewhat. He has gone through a lot of hardships. Although he has given up in the middle, the most painful time has passed... So, his daughter, for him, has returned to a comparison. Important position.

"My whole body is hurting...Is there any way..." The man who had become a puppet after being assisted in a wheelchair finally asked with his unique, hoarse voice.

"This kind of pain will last for a period of time, maybe ten days, maybe thirty days...In short, you won't feel too comfortable lately." The lead technician replied, and then began arranging the subordinates to test this. Is the state of the puppet stable now?

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I don’t want to delay any longer, so I have to stay up all night to make up the changes. Everyone will come back tomorrow morning to see at least one up.