Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 472: Personality preservation

I and Omi stand side by side in front of the spinning machine. The appearance of this equipment is very similar to the huge spinning machine once seen in the 33rd District Research Institute of the Domination Bureau, but regardless of size or style. The difference is huge. .+?(.+nbsp;s*The sensory difference between the two brought to people is just like the future super machines and the bulky and heavy equipment in the steam age. The rough pipe maintains its original color, just like a strip of skin The rough python disk is on this device. The console has a large number of buttons that retain the primary color of the metal, can't distinguish the specific functions, and a large number of indicators that don't know what it means. Omi did not obtain the spinning device that made the personality preservation device. However, the device designed after a preliminary reverse analysis of the personality preservation device is full of similarities and similarities.

The personality preservation device can be activated even without any equipment, but Omi did not tell me the specific process. For the sake of safety and to facilitate the observation of its operation process, this trial equipment, which was completed a week ago, was finally put into use. Sakiya was already inside, but the equipment did not operate immediately. I can’t see what Sakiya was like at this time. The heavy steam-style equipment was tightly sealed, and everything that was happening and about to happen inside would be transformed into The data was recorded by a special computer made by Omi, and the entire experiment process was also automated according to the prepared program.

I don't doubt Omi's abilities, but I can't see Sakiya with my own eyes. I still feel anxious in my heart. Even if it is deleted by the brain immediately, it will continue to grow like weeds. Although there have been many experiences of such rapid changes in emotions. But I still feel some discomfort at this time. This kind of discomfort is like c soul summer communication. The temperature is ambiguous, and it is impossible to judge whether to increase or decrease the clothes on the body. Therefore, the body is in a sub-healthy state that seems to catch a cold at any time. Especially when this kind of anxiety is related to Sakiya, no matter how to use psychological methods to solve oneself, I can't feel the slightest solution.

Omi has made many useful things, but these things are all experimental products to be tested, and I am the ideal tester. According to past experience, these experimental products are indeed effective, but they are somewhat unsatisfactory. The same is true for the equipment used on Sakuya. Before actually using it, it can theoretically operate to achieve the most basic effect, but it cannot be 100% determined that it is really as perfect as the theory.

Omi didn't say anything comforting. After observing side by side for a while, I began to concentrate on processing the data that was already being transferred to the computer. She has always been confident in herself, and never tried to explain what she is doing. I think this is because she thinks that no one can understand her work, and the truth is the same. We can’t do more besides watching. My assistant, more of my work is to test products derived from her work, because. Except for me, none of the whisperers can bear the harm caused by this in case of failure. Although, so far there has never been such a life-threatening result.

"The countdown is ten seconds." Omi's voice came from behind.

The electronic voice using Omi’s voice as the template started timing. I watched closely at the spinning device, which was not visible from the outside, until the button was inserted by itself, and the indicator lights followed each other in a progressive pattern. One lights up. The device makes a dull sound, like gears turning, like the sound of an engine, and like the sound of air in and out. The complex and metallic sound fluctuated from strength to strength, and the whole research institute was silent with only this kind of sound. It was impossible to imagine what was going on with Sakiya in the equipment.

"How long will it take?" I turned to ask Omi, on the computer screen. A large amount of inexplicable data flows like a tide, and the naked eye can't see the outlines of those weird appearances. Because of the delay of the display, many afterimages constitute a three-dimensional illusion. Probably because of the "mystery" during this period of time, I once thought that the patterns formed by these afterimages were overlapping and rotating magic circles.

"At least fifteen minutes." Omi has already turned away from the monitor. "I heard about Father Xi Sen. If you want to enter the ruling bureau again, remember to bring some structures... or That kind of cocoon came back." As Omi said, the floor in front of him raised a platform with a glass cover on which was placed a capsule, which was as big as an oral capsule.

"What is this?" I couldn't help asking.

"A derivative of the s mechanism." Omi said, opened the lid, took out the capsule, and threw it on the ground. There was a slight violent sound like a cannon. The capsule disappeared and replaced it with a ten cubic meter. Rice container, "pressure can trigger the agency to release a temporary data hedge space that has been sealed, this temporary data hedge space does not only exist inside the box, in fact, the connected box itself is a creation of temporary data hedging. Box status The existence time of is only one minute. Like other experiments, use it with care. Of course, even if it explodes, I believe you will be fine, as long as you don’t stay in it.” She then clicked on a location of the container. , There was no mark there, and there was another slight violent blast, and the container once again changed back to the appearance of a capsule, "Remember where I pressed, and press here within a minute to put away the box, otherwise there will be problems."

"It's amazing." I took the capsule that Omi tossed over and repeatedly observed it, trying to find out the mystery. However, it feels no different from oral capsules. "Apart from aging, are there any other restrictions? ?"

"It is very light, but if there are objects in it, even if it becomes a capsule, the weight of the object will be superimposed." Omi shrugged, "However, for your strength, it is not considered What's the big problem. The remaining problems need to be recorded after you personally use them."

"So, it's still not something that ordinary people can use, is it?" I said to myself: "It's another restricted item."

"For convenience. I have always used your standards for the initial design." Omi lifted his glasses. "I don't have time for further optimization. If it is not what you need, I will not spend time designing these things. I think those allies you find will be happy to help with optimization."

"I need more left-wheel bullets." I said, "Although the recoil of the pistol is not for human use, the effect is really great."

"I have set up an automated production line in the research institute." Omi said, opened the chōu drawer, and took out a revolver-shaped loading device. In addition to the time machine, she always looked at other research products A very casual attitude, "It is also a product that uses temporary data to hedge the space. It can load 500 bullets at a time. Because the s mechanism has been installed on the revolver, it is temporarily impossible to transform this bomber directly into Runner, otherwise there will be conflicts for some reasons, causing functional damage."

"What do you mean. The temporary data hedging space will cause gan interference with each other?" I took the bomber and asked.

"It's not such a simple question." Omi didn't intend to explain, because she knew I couldn't understand such a "professional" question at all.

I took out the revolver, pushed the revolver away, used the loading device, and after repeated confirmations a few times, I chased the weapon back into the gun bag. Five hundred rounds of bullets, with the frequency of killing one wizard every two, is enough to kill two hundred wizards. Will you encounter so many wizards this time supporting Father Xi Sen? I don't think so. Even if that place is the hardest hit area of ​​the Doomsday Shinrikyo. Father Xi Sen did not explain the problem he encountered in the email. However, if it is only a wizard, his power is sufficient to deal with it. If the opponent is a master beyond the level of a formal wizard, no amount of bullets may be useful. This is also the reason why I need the help of a file. She is carrying a critical weapon.

"Anyway, be careful." Omi walked up to hug me, "If the monster named Eruka appears again, remember to run away."

I used a strong hug as a silent answer. if it's possible. I also hope to be able to stay with her in this underground research institute with peace of mind, but what can I do here? Her research does not require other people's cha hands, and no one can cha hands, she is doing it. It is the most "mysterious" study in the world, and the "Stone of Destiny" project is her hope. Her fun, her job, her instinct, her mission. And myself, there are things that must be done.

I don’t know what fate she will have when she completes this research project. She is not a simple doomsday syndrome patient. Her existence is so weird and unpredictable. Whenever I try to explore what happened The possibility in her is like standing next to the abyss and looking down, only seeing a deep, frightening blackness. I can only hope that everything will have a happy ending.

We hugged each other and felt each other’s body temperature. At this time, I felt that I felt "happiness". Even though this feeling would also be erased by my brain, it made me feel that this is my own existence. Proof. I am like a desert with gan rivers, unable to preserve the water of happiness, but greedily absorbing every drop of water.

Time flies so fast, the spinning equipment's running sound fades like a frustrated ball, and when we are separated, the institute has fallen into silence where we can almost hear the heartbeat.

Omi walked quickly to the computer. With the sound of her keystrokes, the lights of the device turned off like the scene when it was initially turned on.

"How about Sakuya?" I was a little nervous, but under the influence of my brain hardware, my voice was as cold as a steel plate.

"There is no big problem, but there will be some motion sickness-like states." When Omi replied, the equipment compartment door had already been opened.

The retina screen immediately outlined Saya’s figure. The restraints on her body opened one after another. Her face was a little pale. She tried to get off the Chuáng, but staggered involuntarily, before she fell out of the cabin. I rushed to help her. As soon as she stepped out of the spinning body equipment, she immediately bent down and spit on the ground. The whole body lost strength and was limp. It seemed that she could only stand barely relying on me.

"It's okay, just eat some motion sickness." As Omi said, he brought yào slices and boiling water in preparation.

Sakuya swallowed things hard, and drank the water in the cup in one breath.

"It's so bitter, Achuan." She threw up her head and seemed to want to vomit, but it seemed that she was not as painful as before. "What the **** is this? I feel that Ling hún will be chōu out."

Although she keeps complaining. But I still feel very happy because the experiment was successful. Omi is removing the personality preservation device from the device. In the observation window of the retina screen, on the chip of the fingernail, the light flashing like a glimpse of light, outlines the lines of mystery.

"Ah, it's something similar." I replied: "It can save your spirit hún."

Sakuya raised her head and looked over with a weird look, "Save the spirit hún? I didn't know that Agawa is also surrounded by occultism."

I shrugged and said, "It's easier to understand if you explain it this way. But I don't know the details."

"Ms. Omi. Isn't that clear?" she asked.

"Do you want to listen to her explanation?" I asked back. Sakuya glanced at Omi, who was about to return to the computer, and vomited her head in a whisper, without further questioning. Anyway, Omi will use vocabulary that everyone seems to understand literally. Let's give a completely confusing explanation.

"Agawa will go out together?" Sakiya stared at me and said.

"Well, there is nothing I can do to stay here anyway." I answered without hesitation.

So, after taking a rest in Sakuya and feeling more comfortable, we bid farewell to Omi and returned to the ground. Sakuya breathed the outside air forcefully in an exaggerated posture, as if holding back for several lifetimes. "It feels like I've come back to life again." She said so, obviously, she suffered enough during the experiment. Ask her about the specific situation in the experiment. But she herself didn't quite understand, she still could only use the phrase "Ling hún was chōu Guangla". Except for the beginning and the end of the experiment, the whole process was completely in a hazy state of consciousness. Everything that happened during that period, Even after waking up, I can't remember it.

"If you can save the spirit hún, that is to say, even if I die now, I can be resurrected, right?" Sakiya asked me optimistically after recovering the gods.

"Maybe. But Omi doesn't know how to chōu out of hún." I lied because this personality preservation device was completely destroyed in the world. Until the "Gate of Destiny Stone" is really useful, it will never be used again. Super Dorothy said. Through this kind of personality preservation device and the unseen ng **** integration device, collect and reorganize the personality consciousness of the three girls lost in the script in the doomsday fantasy, and "install" them back in their real bodies. In the body, however, how do these non-material things come into contact with the physical existence of reality? I can't think of it, is it to let the real them access the doomsday illusion? Everything is in the plans of Super Color and Super Dorothy, and they didn't disclose more information. Moreover, the reason why the bodies of the three girls did not collapse is probably because this state of broken personality consciousness has produced some unknown effect. Once their personality consciousness reorganization is completed, will their bodies be able to do so? What about a deteriorating chain reaction? The same can't be determined. No matter where we are from, we are completely unreliable, it seems to be just a wishful thinking plan, just like walking on a wire rope in the mí fog, but we can only go on like this. There is no retreat, and no choice.

This is really, how sad, how desperate.

I hugged Sakiya tightly. She seemed startled, but she softened quickly and hugged me.

"What's wrong? Achuan."

I didn't answer, I just hugged her so tightly.

As night fell, we were as if nothing had happened, and we gathered together to eat, drink and have fun with the whisperers. The girls are very happy. When they are frolicking, they don't have the slightest sorrow around them, just like a demon who has left the world. Shirai and I sat on the balcony, staring at them through the floor-to-ceiling windows, drinking chōu cigarettes without a word. There seems to be a tacit understanding between us, there is a kind of warm power coming from the glass window, like a sieve, filtering the air here pure and beautiful~ IndoMTL.com~ This kind of beauty makes me and Shirai Gradually intoxicated, do not want to break the peace with any noise.

Such gatherings are held every few days, but no one has ever felt that they are too frequent and they are becoming dull. It would be great if such days can last forever, I can't help thinking about it, but after all, this extravagant thought is illusory, and no one can stop the advancement of the script.

The party didn't last long, just like the sun will eventually set. Probably everyone has in their hearts the hope that it will rise the next day as usual. After Morino and Shirai left, Sakiya and I also left the headquarters and strolled around the street for a while. Then in a parking lot, we drove away someone else’s car with a skillful trick and headed to the suburbs for half an hour. Airport by car.

When we arrived, the flight that File and the others took had not arrived yet. Sakiya and I bought a hamburger and ate while looking at the long runway from the glass window. The lights flickered, like pearl-like stars in the night sky flowing down, and noises were heard everywhere in the airport, but when I stood side by side with Sakiya, my heart was so peaceful, except for us, everything existed and Phenomenon has become an irrelevant background. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.) My reading**