Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 809: Omi and Marceau

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The middle-aged man in a wheelchair rudely tore off the patch connecting his temple. The data cable on the patch burst into a strong blue light, rushing to the cubic floating device at the other end like an electric current, blinking In the meantime, this strange device immediately emits black smoke and emits a burnt smell. "Damn it, how could there be such a thing?" He cursed violently, and noticed the abnormal movement in the room. Someone pushed the door open and broke in. He was a strong man with a sense of calmness. He didn't yell to ask questions like "what's going on", but just glanced around, and immediately understood that his companion had suffered a big loss.

The middle-aged man controlled the wheelchair and came to the cube device and wiped the surface of the cube with his hand. The brilliant silver-white metal immediately became transparent. Through this transparent shell, you can see the more complicated structure inside the device. Not only is the appearance of this cubic device full of futuristic technology, its internal structure is also dizzying, giving people the feeling of being connected to an abnormality that is deeper than the outer shell.

Although the device emits a burnt smell, it is impossible to observe any defects in the internal structure with the naked eye. The middle-aged man took out a pair of ring-shaped one-piece spectacles from his pocket and put it on, staring at it. With a complicated internal structure, sweat soon surfaced on his forehead. The steady man who broke into the room didn't interrupt his work, and silently struck the guards outside the door to clean up, and made them all retreat.

The wheelchair person is trying to control the cube device. However, his limbs did not move. He looked like he was staring at the device in a daze, but his face was convulsed and sweat was constantly oozing, which proved him What kind of pressure is under it at this moment. Within a moment, he began to bleed from his nose.

The wheelchair person yelled, and the cube device burst into a violent blue light. First, a blood-colored eye pattern appeared on the shell of the cube device. Then, blood-colored lines spread out from the periphery of the eye pattern. It was like tentacles stuck on this shell, and quickly covered every face of the cube. The blue light seemed to be fighting with the blood-colored lines. After a while, the blood-colored lines finally faded like a red dot, falling into a deep cavity in the internal structure. The wheelchair person breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and before he took off his glasses, a projection of a woman appeared in the air. This woman is wearing a white coat, full of intellectual charm. At the same time, it gives people a maverick temperament.

"Wheelchair person, you are in a big trouble, and the message is very tricky. My progress has been delayed again." The woman said unceremoniously, but the tone was not so much a complaint. It is rather interesting.

"Omi, don't talk cold words! How troublesome it is. I know better than you, but. Can you handle it?" The wheelchair man panted slightly, wiped the blood from his nose, and said in a muffled voice.

"In short, let’s isolate it first. That thing is extremely aggressive, just like cancer cells. There is no insurance for the isolation container. For the current plan, we can only continue to make new containers and replace the old ones. The container is contained and isolated together." The woman named Omi by the wheelchair person said cautiously: "However, in this way, the data volume will continue to increase. Moreover, that thing has strong adaptability and analytical ability, which is eroding the isolation container. At the same time, it will continue to evolve. Therefore, resources must be used to continuously transform the isolation container. If my work cannot be completed within the scheduled time, you have to attach 200% of the responsibility."

"No problem, I will explain to Mayne." The wheelchair man's breathing finally calmed down, and he asked, "Can't that thing be thrown out?"

"I still want to study it. It is a very strange thing, and it gives me a familiar feeling." Omi said this, was silent for a moment, and finally asked: "Where did you get this stuff? "The man who was in the same room as the wheelchair man, silently watching all of this, his face, which had been motionless, finally gained some flexibility. Obviously, he also cares about this issue.

"It was a conscious walker who invaded the night of Valpus last night." The wheelchair man did not mean to hide, although he was very embarrassed by the opponent's hands and feet, "You know, although my ability can be used Your'Cube' temporarily connects and invokes the power of the night of Valpus, but it has lost the ability to fully enter the night of Valpus. The magic eye, I used the magic eye to search for those consciousnesses The walker, I did not expect that there was a guy who was stronger than expected. The other party tried to use the magic eye to track back. Fortunately, I got rid of it in time. That thing was the'virus' made by that guy, and it almost entered my consciousness. Fortunately ,'Cube' has a preset firewall."

"Then you are really lucky. If you are infected by that thing, your consciousness will be opened a back door, or even eaten away." Omi's expression became serious, "Just in case, the Rubik's Cube must Recycle and check again. Have you cut the connection between the magic and the core of the repeater?"

"Yes, I promise, there is no problem on the core side." The wheelchair man replied calmly, "If possible, I apply for a consciousness check."

"I have no objection, but you have to ask about this matter, and it's not my responsibility." Omi said, "That's it, I still have work to do." She seemed to be about to turn around, and suddenly asked again. Said: "Did you see the consciousness walker clearly?"

"Impossible, you know, my abilities. I can't see it, but feel that the conscious walker is too strong. I was blinded to let her succeed."

"With the cube expansion effect, can it temporarily mobilize the power of the night of Valpus, or is it blinded?" Omi nodded, no clues of his thoughts could be seen from his expression, "Is it her? A woman? "

"..." The wheelchair man nodded, and when Omi turned around again, he suddenly said, "Do you know such a powerful conscious walker? Omi, she feels a bit similar to you."

"Oh? Similar to me?" Omi turned his head again and asked thoughtfully, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know, anyway, it's just a feeling...like facing two monsters." The wheelchair man looked at Omi with scrutiny eyes, "I almost thought you had a sibling. ."

"That's impossible!" Omi said flatly, cutting off contact.

In an underground workshop with a depth of two kilometers underground. Countless pipelines are entangled in disorder, and visible white air is erupting everywhere, but the temperature in the workshop has always been maintained at about 20 degrees. The environmental monitoring data of the entire workshop is instantly presented on a huge screen. This stock of data is too huge, and every second of update, there will be a huge data waterfall. Omi was sitting under this huge screen, surrounded by stacked small screens. Just after cutting off the contact with the wheelchair person, her gaze immediately turned to the small screen on the other side, where a cross-sectional view of a cylindrical container was presented. , The red eyes that had just been transmitted from the wheelchair person were no longer a small point. It is a volume that can be clearly seen with the naked eye. It is slowly stretching its body in the container, and it is soaking the shell of the cylindrical container. The data indicating the interaction between the two sides is constantly changing. Every second is more violent than the previous second.

"What is this...?" Omi muttered to herself, her expression no longer as vivid as in the previous conversation, her black eyes were filled with an inorganic coldness, she stared at the changes in the data, and even stretched out her hand. Touched on the screen. As if trying to touch the red eyeball, what surprised her was. The red eyeball seemed to really feel this contact, and the data jumped more violently than before. Omi's heart was pounding, and she noticed it for the first time, what the wheelchair man said. That familiar feeling-it's like looking at yourself in the mirror, but the self in the mirror is not doing the same actions as yourself.

Just like in a horror movie. Omi carefully pondered the fear that the person in the mirror brought to people. She knew that in the city above her head, an incredible guest had arrived.

But why is there such a sense of familiarity? Omi couldn't help but think about his life, and once again made sure that he has no other brothers and sisters, or even someone who can be said to be a relative. From the moment she can recognize the outside world, she is living alone, like an orphan abandoned by her parents. Even so, she still thrives, and the experience born from this continues to tell her how unique she is. different.

Yes, Omi knows very well that although his appearance is similar to ordinary people and he doesn't have any mysterious power, he is still more weird than weird. She was able to perceive what was in the world that was different from her own vague perception, but she couldn't tell exactly what this vague perception looked like. It's like, a person has amnesia, but because of the similar environment, it evokes a familiar but different feeling.

Omi has always had such a feeling that no matter what he is doing and for what purpose, there is another purer purpose in its deeper depth, and under this pure purpose, it hides Another twisted purpose. That was what made her unique, but it was also something that she couldn't get clear from her feelings anyway.

I just understand what I am looking for and what I am longing for. Countless times in my dreams, I seem to have found this "what", but after waking up, I forgot all of it.

Now, staring at this weird red eyeball and savoring the strange feeling it brings, Omi feels that the "what" is awakening in the depths of his soul. Among the guys who came to London, there were some special ones that would make her understand what she was looking for and what she wanted. However, Omi quickly shifted from this thinking, and those past experiences made her understand that she can only wait and then do what she must do now. She looked at another screen. In the screen, a huge spindle-shaped machine was constantly absorbing energy from the duct. Inside the machine, a young woman was naked, her hands and feet seamlessly connected to a huge metal plate. In the middle, it seems that her body has been integrated with the metal plate, and she is relying on this integration to support her body.

On the metal plate, red light travels rapidly along a complex circuit, and finally flows into the young woman's sex, marking this young and mature **** with a weird tattoo.

The young woman drooped her head, her large hair covering her cheeks, she looked unconscious, but Omi knew that she was actually awake all the time, but her consciousness was not there. Among the tools. Do not. It should be said that the entire spindle machine, including the human figure inside, is her body.

This is the core of the repeater she designed and built. It is technically more stable and complex than the one used in the 51st District of America. The effect is naturally the highest so far. At this time, this core is not really connected to the night of Valpus. The consciousness expansion device "Cube" used by wheelchair users is actually the imitation and miniaturization of repeaters. Omi seems to have found it to support Valpus. The core existence of Sizhiye.

The "Cube" is connected to the "Repeater Core" through layers of firewalls, and the "Repeater Core" bridges the "Night of Valpus" through layers of s mechanisms. They are not directly connected, so the performance attenuation is very serious. Even so, the power of the night of Valpus, or the power that supports the core and essential existence of the night of Valpus, is too much. Amazing, even if you can only use a little bit. Both have a huge effect.

Now, this spindle-shaped repeater control core is being adjusted. The reason is that when directly connected to the night of Valpus, it can immediately exert the expected effect, and in the shortest time, the transformation of the night of Valpus to the repeater can be completed at one time.

The night of Valpus that has not been thoroughly mastered, but is about to be mastered completely. For the time being, it is used as a trap by the network ball.

Omi’s technology, the tightness of the cyber ball, and the power of the conscious walker constitute the most secret defensive net for this core device, so far. No one has broken through this layer of blockade and reached the deepest and most confidential position of the cyber ball.

"Marceau." Omi said to the microphone.

The woman in the spindle machine moved a bit, and slowly raised her head, like a patient who had been in a coma for a long time, and finally woke up and tried to move her weak body.

"I'm here." Marceau replied, the voice a bit electronic, but it was still full of human emotions. In these emotions, Omi could not detect any negative thoughts about his current situation.

"How do you feel?" Omi asked.

"It's okay, but the body has become a bit strange." Marceau's expression was a bit dull, but he still smiled on his face, "Don't worry, I have said it many times, I am voluntary."

"I know--" Omi paused, and said, "But I don't know why you do these things voluntarily. Although it can't be said to be a bad thing, but in terms of normal human thinking and mainstream views, now you What you endure is like a nightmare. And I can’t see how you are different from normal people."

"I know, you want to say that ordinary people only do ordinary things, right?" Marceau said.

"Yes, although you have explained many times, but I still can't approve it." Omi said, "you are not reasonable at all."

"Don't you understand this?" Marceau smiled, "I'm not reasonable, this is the new explanation."

Omi squeezed the bridge of her nose with her fingers, and talked to this woman who was the most important part of the repeater core, which always made her even more tired than doing an experiment. In this woman named Marceau, there are many things she can't figure out.

"Don't think too much." Marceau said cheerfully, "I'm just following my own feelings. I feel that I have to do this. When I do this, I will find something... Omi, have you ever dreamed? There are some secrets in your dreams, some things that are very important to you, you know in your dreams, but when you wake up..."

"Everything is forgotten." Omi finished the rest of the words for her.

"Sure enough, you understand Omi. I still have no mistakes in my feelings." Marceau said, "My feelings have always been accurate."

"What are you looking for?" Omi asked.

"Maybe, it's the same thing as you." Marceau's answer ~IndoMTL.com~ makes Omi feel a hint of something, but Omi understands that Marceau didn't say this purposefully. , She was just obeying her own feelings. Omi suddenly had an idea. She adjusted the image of the red eyeball on the other screen to Marceau, and asked: "Do you know this thing? How do you feel?"

Marceau's somewhat stiff expression gradually softened during the conversation, but when he saw the red eyeballs, it seemed to become rigid again.

"No...I don't...I might know." Marceau changed the wording several times, and looked very hesitant. "I think I should know that there is a familiar feeling. That feeling scares me. No, it should be said that it is something that makes me feel scared. This kind of fear is like having a familiar nightmare. Although I always want to get rid of it, sometimes I feel that I should be used to it, but when it reappears When I found out that I would never get used to it. However, after waking up from the dream..."

"I forgot." Omi said again for her, paused, and said, "Actually, I always felt that although we met for the first time, we were not strangers."

"I feel that way too, Omi." Marceau said. To be continued. .

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