StarCraft: Tyranid Empire.

Chapter 442 I'm Not Crazy

"Crying? Crying counts as time!"

Tychus Finley roughly untied Dr. Stanislav Boggs, who was being tied to the electric chair, with an unaffected and menacing expression on his fleshy face.If Tychus was to play the villain, he would definitely play in his true colors.

"Speak." Augustus sat down on a chair and put his left leg on his right.A sharp-eyed Arcturus and an expressionless Kerrigan stood on either side.

"Dr. Stanislav Boggs, I'm listening."

Following Faraday's order, the fully armed Marshal's Guards in golden-red power armor separated on both sides.

"Ahem." When Tychus removed the unknown blockage from Boggs' mouth, he opened his light blue eyes and coughed violently.

".Augustus Mengsk. Augustus, you finally came to see me. I knew, hehe, the wise and mighty Augustus Mengsk would never turn a deaf ear to a talent like me." Bo Dr. Gus put his trembling hands on his knees and shook so badly that it was hard to imagine how much Tychus had frightened him.

"Doctor, it seems you know me?" Augustus turned his head to look at Kerrigan.

"Twenty seconds." Kerrigan looked up at the time.

"Of course, who doesn't know the famous Augustus Mengsk, the hero of the people! Even the masseurs in the Tarsonis water baths have heard your name, and are fascinated by the heroic appearance in the portrait." Boggs said.

"It would be inconceivable for humans living in the Territory of the Tyrannian Federation not to know your name."

"Half a minute." Faraday raised his hand, and two Marshal Guard soldiers walked to Boggs's side and aimed the black muzzle at his head.

"Marshal Augustus, I've wanted to join the revolution a long time ago!" Boggs had a few drops of sweat on his forehead, explaining hurriedly that he was still afraid of death after all.

"I look forward to your arrival day and night, but I can't get out of this quagmire."

"So that's the case, thank you for your support." Augustus said thoughtfully, "You still have 2 minutes."

"Isn't it 5 minutes?" Boggs was shocked.

"I have the most confidential information and technology of the Tyrann Federation's resocialization plan, which can bring you a powerful resocialization army. With this army, no enemy will be feared." Despite the shock Pale, the chief scientist of the Federation still spoke clearly.

"Both the Kel-Morian Consortium and the United States of Umoyan covet this technology and have no access to it."

"You know all about resocialization techniques?" Augustus asked.

"I know it well." Boggs nodded hastily, exaggerating in order to survive: "I can make you a whole resocialization army, tens of millions of people!"

"He is a rare talent." At this time, Arcturus said to Augustus: "The resocialization project has obvious flaws, but its value in a Star Trek battle cannot be ignored. However, Kay The Morians and Umoyans probably wouldn't use the resocialized technology even if they got it, based on their institutions and traditions."

"Very good. Go on." Augustus motioned Boggs to continue, but the timer didn't stop there.

"I can create for you soldiers that are stronger than ordinary soldiers. They are soldiers based on biological gene reprogramming. They are all resocialized soldiers and can endure transformations that ordinary people can't bear." Boggs has been Emphasize your worth to Augustus.

"They will be humanity's hope against the Zerg and Protoss!"

"Sounds like a super soldier, a mass-produced Ghost." Tychus walked over to Augustus.

"Sure enough, the Tyranid Federation has been secretly carrying out these taboo experiments that cross the moral bottom line, using human beings as experimental materials, and tampering with genes at will." Arcturus showed a disgusted expression on his cold face.

"This is something that cannot be seen, and the Federation will never make it public."

"Scum." Kerrigan recalled his bad memories in the Ghost Academy.

"That's just because human beings are not strong enough." Boggs suddenly interrupted Arcturus, his eyes suddenly widened: "Gene modification, genetic adjustment and modification will benefit all mankind."

"Marshal Augustus, you must have heard of zerg and protoss?" he said.

"We can use their genes to modify humans, and then create humans that are more powerful than protoss and zerg—mass production." The ambitious Boggs obviously has an evil plan.

"Damn you." There was a golden gleam in Kerrigan's beautiful green eyes, and she could psychically crush Boggs's head in a split second if she wanted to.

"What the hell is that? Oh—that makes me sick. Well, I've already remembered what I had for breakfast." Tychus shook his head.

"How strong can that be?" Arcturus nodded and said, "But I think that probably no one will voluntarily accept such a transformation. If a person is no longer a human being, he will no longer be accepted by human society."

"Then what will he become? If he can't be controlled by us, what will he become?"

"The resocialization and neuroinhibitors put them firmly in the hands of control and they'll never have a problem," Boggs assured.

"Usually, when someone says you can't go wrong, you're going to be wrong," Arcturus pointed out calmly.

"How do you tame a beast?"

".Do you think I will agree with your plan - to transform humans into monsters?" Augustus was shocked, and he immediately thought of hybrids.

"It's so evil. Human beings are human because of our self-awareness," he said.

"Rather, you are creating a whole new race different from humans."

"You're right." Stanislav Boggs chuckled lightly, and then laughed loudly, which was very different from his previous expression of shrinking and fear, making one wonder if he was in a trance due to stimulation.

"A brand new race, they will have the wisdom of humans, the powerful psionic power of protoss and the body of zerg that can continuously evolve. They will have ultra-dense skin that is harder than fine steel armor and a spirit that can crush everything Powers. They can cut enemies with razor-like tentacles and limbs, and can reshape their twisted shells at any time. They can call fire, they will bring death, they are demons in this world and hellbringers who walk in the world." The Mad Doctor laughed.

"Humanity will evolve!" His tears flowed out: "Humanity will become a new race. And me, and me"

"I am the Creator."

"You're crazy," said Arcturus coldly.

"No, I didn't, I'm not crazy!" Boggs returned to normal, but his face covered with gullies was still trembling and trembling.

"The time has come," Kerrigan said to Augustus.

"You don't have to die." Augustus originally thought that he was just the person in charge of the resocialization plan, but the reality was far beyond his expectations.Even if it was just the crazy words of a lunatic, it was enough for Augustus, who knew the truth, to take it seriously.

Augustus couldn't help wondering if this man named Boggs was from Narud.In a sense, Boggs is indeed a genius.

"I knew it, I knew it, no one would abandon this great plan. Marshal Augustus, how wise." Boggs was amnesty.

Boggs knew what he had done—although it was what the Federation ordered him to do, he had indeed transformed a living person into a resocialized soldier with his own hands.

He has also been exposed to even more heinous experiments, turning people into monsters and monsters into people.

And no scientist with a conscience would enjoy it as much as Boggs.

Randomly trampling on human genes, if the people of the United Earth Council heard about this kind of thing, they must have sharpened their swords long ago.

"You should kill him." Kerrigan lost his temper. "You know how many people he killed."

"No, it's too cheap to just execute him like this." Augustus nodded.

"How could you give up such a great plan?" Boggs thumped in his heart, suddenly realizing that his nightmare had just begun.

"Dr. Stanislav Boggs, I must disclose your crimes at the Norris Resocialization Center." Augustus stood up and said.

"You have already suffered a bloody debt."

The resocialization of civilians who know nothing about the truth, and the unscrupulous conduct of human experiments have all broken the bottom line of morality.There is more than one such house of horrors in the Tyrann Federation, where men, women, old people and children are the test subjects of a group of federal mad scientists, and the unknown horrors and heinous acts are enough to drive adults crazy.

The people in the Tyrannian Federation Territory will eventually know all the truth, and then they will all stand firmly on Augustus' side.

"Crime? All I have done is for human beings to continue to survive in the universe." Boggs tried to justify himself.

"You want to restrain me with moral values? In this cruel universe, the strong prey on the weak, and morality is not worth mentioning at all. One race and one civilization, if you lose the battle, you will be doomed."

"You will be judged by law, not by morality," said Augustus.

"Do you think I'll let you go if you don't talk about what you did in Norris? I've seen pictures of the labs here and what a horrible experiment you're doing to those poor souls - forced grafting Limbs from monsters, brains spliced ​​at random"

"Blood flows from every cell, and the souls of the dead are bound in every dark room."

"But like I said, I'm not going to kill you. Take him," Augustus said finally.

"Put him in New Folsom," he said.

"Dr. Stanislav Boggs will serve his sentence there permanently until the day I remember him and bring him to trial before the people."

"You can't do that! You've wasted a great talent and an opportunity to create a new era, and you'll regret it, Augustus Mengsk, you short-sighted, scumbag!" Dr. Boggs said in He was still roaring angrily before being taken away by several Revolutionary Army sergeants.

"Very sick," said Tychus, pityingly. He was bad, but not crazy.

"He doesn't really think he's the only one we have to fight, does he? What kind of idiot would he be to count on a bunch of monsters to defeat the enemy?"

"What about the rest of these people?" Arcturus pointed to the remaining researchers in this room, and his views have been clearly expressed: "The resocialization plan is not completely useless to us, these people can They are all scientists who have been trained by the Federation for many years, and they may be useful."

"The world is not black and white."

Augustus glanced at the terrified researchers: "Only those who have been forced into a resocialization program and have a conscience in their hearts will be released."

"The rest... don't they like resocialization, let them try it too," he said.

"When implanting the memory, it is enough to implant the memory of being loyal to the Revolutionary Army."

As soon as he finished speaking, some researchers fainted from extreme fear.

"It's loyal to you," Arcturus corrected.

"Do as you please, Arcturus, I leave it to you." Augustus rubbed his forehead and said, "I'm tired."

"At least, today I saved many more people—at the cost of killing more people."

"Do you want to keep the resocialization factory of Norris Guard VI?" Arcturus asked, "It would be a pity to blow it up."

"You can make a lot of money by reselling old equipment and scrap iron," joked Augustus.

"That's all." Arcturus smiled.

"Let's keep it. The idea of ​​the Federation is still good. Unforgivable criminals should be treated like this. Resocialized soldiers are the best candidates for suicide missions." Augustus turned and prepared to leave.

"However, the resocialization program's neural remodeling technology could help heal the traumatized psyche of our soldiers. At the same time, it can further the development of the Cerberus program," he said.

"It is impossible for me to turn my soldiers or ordinary people into resocialized soldiers like the Federation. A truly well-trained elite soldier who has experienced many battles is better than a hundred resocialized soldiers, because they will never It’s also impossible to be an officer, someone who makes decisions and gives orders.”

"What about cloning technology?" Arcturus walked beside Augustus.

"The cloning technology must be strictly restricted, and we cannot set this precedent." Augustus's attitude was clear and firm.

"You know that cloning technology fell out of favor more than a century ago."

"But that doesn't mean it doesn't exist." Arcturus shook his head.

"In that case, why don't I just drive the Zerg to fight." Augustus looked at Arcturus: "You don't want someone to treat you as a clone."

"That's it, Norris Guardian VI will become one of our satellite worlds. This resocialization center will be transformed into a new research center for the study of the beneficial effects of genetic modification on humans."

"My territory has expanded again."

(End of this chapter)