I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 630: Little freedom and big freedom
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"He? Who is he? Her son? Omg! She's pregnant! The most recent chromosome implant was successful!"
In the working group, an elderly voice growled loudly.
No one knows why Tang Yinghu was able to use a human body to determine the fact that she was pregnant before testing equipment.
The unintentional person is very mysterious, and Tang Yinghu, the born unintentional person, is even more mysterious.
People only know that her emotions are different from ordinary people. She doesn't beat around the bush when she thinks about problems. When making decisions, there are only two simple answers: yes and no. But in the past, scientists never knew what she was thinking and couldn't read her She never speaks, and scientists are unable to determine whether she has mastered human language and whether her thinking pattern is the same as that of human beings.
Now I finally hear her voice.
No one knows when she mastered the human language and complete thought patterns.
People are just shocked to hear her thinking for the first time, such a fluid and rigorous mental activity.
Her mental activity is calm and fast.
This is just a fleeting thought, magnified countless times, and finally re-analyzed to become this paragraph.
People also know why Tang Yinghu launched the attack.
She understood the conversation of the free will warriors and knew that they were going to freeze herself.
As a natural heartless, her freezing success rate is 100%.
But after freezing, the newly born fertilized embryo in her body must have stalled.
No one knows how many years later and under what experimental conditions she will be thawed. At that time, the most likely fate of the new life that has just sprung up in her body is to suffer an accident during recovery and change. into a dead sesame cell, which is then excreted from the body.
The method of human cryopreservation is completely different from embryo freezing. It requires intense energy conversion and the reorganization of human brain thinking. Ordinary embryos cannot bear it at all, and they are almost certain to die.
She didn't fight back for her own life, she fought her fate as a mother.
Perhaps Tang Yinghu didn't know why he wanted to conceive offspring, but it was just out of the racial reproduction instinct of a species.
In short, Bill Clayston and others have met her subconscious enemy judgment, prompting her to make an instant decision to attack.
Whether it's Bill, who is about to be annihilated, or the scientific research staff in the ship who are responsible for following up on Tang Yingyu's situation, they don't know why they haven't received military training for more than 30 years, and haven't even touched a weapon, let alone a weapon. Tang Yingyu, who has never been exposed to any ancient cold weapon combat training, showed amazing combat power with just one hand, which is comparable to the masters of all corners in ancient martial arts novels.
Tang Yinghu's physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people with a genetic arousal between 45% and 50%, there is no doubt about this.
But her killing skills revealed in the moment of her violent attack are very unreasonable.
She's too skilled at drifting in zero gravity.
She transformed herself into a space shark, agile and bloodthirsty.
Every time any part of her body collides with the wall, she can move quickly to the desired position with the desired posture.
She has not even mastered by herself how to adjust her center of gravity and posture by swinging her limbs while floating in space to avoid the aim of the free will warrior.
This finely controlled combat technique in an unarmored state was obsolete hundreds of years ago.
Under normal circumstances, this is indeed a worthless combat method, after all, full-coverage light armor can help humans do too much work.
But at such a delicate moment, facing free will warriors equipped with simple portable armor that gave up artificial intelligence, Tang Yinghu's space fighting skills became a magical skill.
Another knife killed a free will warrior. Tang Yingyu turned around quickly. During the process of turning around, her body was still twisting strangely, making her movements irregular and elusive.
In just over ten seconds, there were only two people left in Tang Yinghu's room.
Bill Clayston, who was eight meters away from her in a straight line, was no longer aiming.
He has thrown away the ray gun, and his left index finger is firmly pressing the button on the back of his right hand.
The power battery pack on Bill's back is vibrating so violently that the vibrations are getting louder and louder, so that the air hums like an electric hair dryer.
Tang Yinghu saw Bill threw the gun and was no longer eager to attack.
She seemed to smell a dangerous aura and wanted to distance herself, letting her figure float back until her back lightly hit the wall, and then stopped slowly.
Tang Yinghu was covered in blood, prostrate, with arms outstretched, his left hand pressed against the wall, his right thumb and index finger clasped the neutron membrane tactical dagger, and the other three fingers were stretched straight and pressed on the floor.
She looks like a cheetah about to prey.
At this moment, the fierce exchange of fire inexplicably stagnated, and the eyes of the two sides turned into a strange confrontation.
Bill's eyes are frantic, helpless, angry, with a hint of confusion and anxiety.
He has self-detonated the portable armor starter battery pack, and the matter is irreversible.
Even if the Doomguard rushed out the door at this time and shot him in the head, the explosion could not be stopped.
Tang Ying had no escape and was already a corpse.
But there was no joy in Bill Clayston's heart, and no sense of relief.
A second after pressing the detonation button, he also learned something from the original communication just sent by the top of the Free Will Alliance.
The Nuwa project was a success.
The woman in front of me has successfully conceived, and her next generation, the great-grandfather of the sage's wife, could have been born.
This gives meaning to the decades of work of hundreds of millions of Nuwa participants.
No matter whether these project participants are passive or active, no matter what these people are doing now, no one can deny that these hundreds of millions of people have been waiting for this day for decades.
However, now Tang Yinghu is about to die at her own hands.
The beginning of Bill's mind involuntarily came up with distracting thoughts.
Will you really thank me?
Am I right?
If I had the chance to do it all over again and I knew in advance that she was pregnant, would I still choose it?
Is it really possible to do it all over again?
His anger receded inexplicably, replaced by endless confusion and lingering regret.
He ruthlessly failed to control his heart after all, and was completely dominated by extreme emotions.
He strayed from the beliefs of the Free Will Alliance when he was originally founded, and became a lunatic who did not sacrifice his means to satisfy his own selfishness.
The teammate who helped Tang Yinghu block the next shot was right.
It is clear that we just want to leave peacefully in our own way and live well, so that even if human beings perish in the Milky Way, there will be a little more hope of continuation in other galaxies.
I don't want to destroy everything and become a sinner.
The battery pack on the back has begun to swell, and Bill can feel the scorching heat and terrifying pressure on his back.
After 0.5 seconds, the heat of over 10,000 degrees will engulf hundreds of cubic meters of space nearby.
"Finished."
Bill Clayston thought so.
I have been looking nervously at the Nuwa Project researchers here, thinking the same thing in my heart.
Boom!
Suddenly, a large hole was opened in the floor of the room.
The next moment, a black armor about thirteen meters high appeared in the middle of the room.
Meanwhile, the flames and shock waves from the explosion behind Bill Clayston engulfed him completely.
But at the moment before his consciousness sank into the darkness, there was a hint of surprise and relief on his face that disappeared in a flash.
Bill and the others recognized the armor almost instantly.
This is the T100 armor of the legendary Instructor Tong Ling.
It's over.
It's all over.
What happened in the future has nothing to do with me.
Bill's consciousness fades.
At the moment when the shock wave diffused in front of him, T100 propped up the energy shield, and only a little leaked out.
2 seconds later, the T100 smashed through several layers of walls and appeared in an open passage in the residential ship.
In the palm of the T100 armor lies Tang Yinghu, who was stunned by the aftermath of the explosion and was seriously injured.
Her eyes were closed and her face was covered in blood, both her own and others'.
She was covered in fissures, her flesh turned and blood spurted.
She looks miserable and in critical condition.
But the researchers were ecstatic.
She survived!
But after a short while, the faces of the researchers turned ashen.
Because the scans showed that her brain had been severely damaged.
Two deep ravines run through her brain.
The horrific blood loss is also destroying her life.
Her consciousness is rapidly dissipating.
The T100 armor bowed her head slightly, and Tong Ling was staring at the woman in her palm through the armored cockpit mask.
Tong Ling saw two lines of tears in the corner of Tang Yinghu's eyes.
Unfortunately, the thought capture team can only receive white noise, so no one knows why Tang Yinghu's tears flowed.
One can only speculate.
This may be due to her unwillingness to be born unintentionally.
She mourns for herself.
She's never lived the way she wants to, and doesn't even know what it means to be alive.
As a natural heartless person, she may or may not know the difference between herself and humans.
Her life is full of question marks and unanswered.
She also doesn't know the mission of her existence. She may be grateful for the race that created her, or she may bury more resentment in her heart.
She may be saddened again by what happened to her, and thrilled to finally have a descendant to live on.
Thirty seconds passed, and Tang Yinghu's brain thought finally stagnated, and the thought capture team could no longer hear any sound, not even white noise.
Tang Yinghu died after all.
T100 put her down, stretched out a robotic arm behind her back, stabbed her Xiaofu, dug out a piece of flesh and blood, and sent it into the artificial cultivation bin quickly synthesized by the armored medical system.
The rest of the people in charge of the Nuwa Project stared blankly at the projection representing the embryo, the cytoplasm that resumed its wriggling motion, and the DNA strands that were slowly coupling at a steady speed, as if they were admiring a work of art , as if kneeling down to worship the gods in his heart.
Tang Yinghu died, but the embryo survived.
The expressions on people's faces are incredibly complex.
In just a few minutes, people's moods are so ups and downs that it almost exceeds the limit of human psychological capacity.
The sound of da da da da came from the passage near the battle area.
Dozens of Doomguards are finally belatedly arriving from all directions.
Tong Ling looked back at these intelligent weapons and activated the highest wartime command of the T100 armor.
She said only one word with no expression on her face, and the order she gave was concise.
"Kill."
Three days later, the rebellion, which lasted for more than two years, with both ideological confrontation and a brief attempt at peaceful evolution, finally broke out into armed violence, came to an end.
Tong Ling carried the embryo with herself, from the first residential ship to the main battleship first controlled by the Free Will Alliance.
The pinnacle warrior who led the rebellion was completely torn apart by Tong Ling, and none of her followers remained.
The coup ended with a fleet loss of 300 million people and thousands of warships.
Among the 300 million people, the second and third generations account for about 230 million, while the first and older generations account for 70 million.
This ratio seems to be very low, but in fact, many of these older generations have been released from the freezing state, and these people, whether they are combat personnel or scientific research personnel, have never considered joining the Free Will Alliance at all. During the negotiation, they took up their weapons without hesitation, regardless of whether they were good at it or not, whether participating in the battle was a death sentence.
The damage is heavy, but it will take less than twenty years to fully recover.
The so-called free will, under the threat of immediate death, has become a dream bubble.
But the matter did not end immediately. The rebels who handed over their weapons obediently raised their hands and were escorted by the Doomsday Guardians to the prison ship where they were being held.
The prison ship holds more than 700 million people.
If the doomsday repression process continues, the 700 million people will probably have less than 50 million left.
People crouched down in the cramped space, eyes full of confusion and fear.
They don't know what the future holds, and they have lingering regrets.
Many people are very puzzled.
Obviously everyone had a good idea at the beginning, no matter how much dissatisfaction there is in your heart, why did things become like this.
And why are the older generations so stubborn.
Many of the older generation have been engaged in scientific research all their lives, or are working as workers, and their combat ability is almost 0, but why do they fight so hard, one after another, and they don't listen to explanations at all, just put All people in free will are denounced as traitors.
People are starting to ask themselves.
Are we really doing something wrong?
But where did we go wrong?
Forget it, it doesn't matter.
History cannot be concealed, and the truth will inevitably surface under the reading of memory, and it is impossible to lie to the core of the intellectual brain, and the intellectual brain must know what kind of person he is.
So ~IndoMTL.com~ being executed is a foregone conclusion.
The atmosphere in the prison ship is lifeless.
People have only one thought, close their eyes and wait to die.
"I have decided to end the doomsday suppression program."
Just when people thought they were dead, the whole ship announcement sounded from the prison ship.
In the next second, Tong Ling's face appeared in front of everyone in a projected state.
She remains expressionless.
People were amazed, delighted, and puzzled.
"I'll tell you what a little freedom is and what a big freedom is."
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