Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Her arms were stretched straight, even twisted and protruding outwards due to a mutation in her elbow joints; and in her palms, with ten fingers glued together as a whole, was a pink fetus of flesh that was constantly expanding, shrinking and pulsating.

"Ah-ah. Uh…uh…."

An indistinguishable sound came from inside the iron face.

It was clearly a gesture of "handing over" and "giving", but Fang Bailu was able to read other information from it; this was his current instinct -

"Give him back to me."

These were the words spoken by the woman with the iron face, but Fang Bailu heard them clearly.

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“He” – who should be returned to you?

Fang Bailu stretched out his round and flexible branches and picked up the flesh of Anbennola in the center of his palm. Without much thought, he could understand who the other party was referring to.

At the moment of contact, he had already discovered that although this fleshy fetus was also a container of information, the format of data storage was very strange. Using the human body as material to store information: This technology is mostly used to circumvent conventional viruses and invasions.

"Niwan."

He recognized it: this was the mud pill he had bought; when Fang Bailu was still a human, he had personally placed it into the prosthetic body - used to store a copy of his own will.

But now, perhaps because of the transformation of the spiritual storm, it has undergone unprecedented changes and has become so unrecognizable.

But does the soul inside still exist?

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Fang Bailu should have sighed about this - sighed about the impermanence of the world; but he simply used the branches like human hands to hold the fetus in his palm, as if it was just a stone picked up from the ground.

In the turtle breath, he had seen too many, too many selves. He didn't understand how the one Anbenola gave him would be different? Would it be more twisted and more tattered?

Anbennola still stood there: it seemed that handing the fetus to Fang Bailu did not make her feel at ease; or it might be that her current body could not support her to make other movements besides walking and standing.

And that iron face naturally did not reveal any emotion; only a few thin streams of blood flowed along her body and accumulated beside her feet.

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He could see through everything in Anbennola's broken body - but Fang Bailu still didn't understand what happened to her:

Rather than being a human being, she was more like a puppet with all her joints welded shut: her facial respiratory system was sealed; if it weren't for the wound on her neck, she would have died of suffocation long ago - even so, Ambenola only had one usable lung.

Before the spiritual storm passed, Anbennola installed a secondary heart and a reinforced lung; now, the original heart and lungs have turned into metal, and these two implants are the most efficient internal organs in her body, made of flesh and blood.

As for other organs and internal organs... most of them have been "converted" into prosthetics. The parts that were originally used as auxiliary parts have now become real internal organs.

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But these originally balanced prosthetic/flesh ratios only provide her with the minimum support to survive: in a few hours, she will completely lose the ability to move and then die.

In this case, is it possible to mobilize such a body and walk nearly half the distance of the city just by relying on the power of will and obsession?

Fang Bailu could only attribute it to a low-probability event, a miracle: a miracle that he should not want to see happen to the other party. Just like in a flash, Fang Bailu could imagine and simulate the pain that Anbennola felt - but he had no interest in reproducing it all again.

And why is she still alive?

Fang Bailu was only curious about this: this might provide ideas for his further growth.

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Still, Fang Bailu didn't feel any distress, depression or even any form of negative emotion.

No: It should be said that Fang Bailu no longer has any slight emotion.

But at the same time, he did not let pure rationality dominate his behavior.

Everything in the past, his past identity as a human being - all these things were like a kind of inertia, an outdated procedure; they prompted him to take action, but he didn't know why he should do it.

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A straight crack quietly opened up on the tree trunk that was emitting a red fluorescence. Inside it was a magnified, vine-like nerve plexus.

More strong hands stretched out from the tree: they quietly lifted Anbennola's body and pulled it into the crack; that was the body of Fang Bailu.

Not for healing and recovery, but out of a research-like desire for knowledge - Fang Bailu swallowed her into his body.

Ambenola did not move—she seemed to have really become a statue as well.

……

Inside Fang Bailu's body, he could finally see clearly everything inside Anbennola's body and mind.

Although we have lost the emotions and feelings that humans should have:

But Fang Bailu is no longer able to distinguish and see other people's "souls" like he is now - compared with brain tissue, it is more of a metaphysical concept. This may be the image reconstructed by the Double Helix Wonderful Tree by reading thoughts, memories and personalities...

However, Fang Bailu still saw Anbennola's broken soul.

……

So strong, so hard: in her story and her past, there is a foundation - that is the flame that burns her into a human being.

Fang Bailu himself was not curious. The desire for knowledge was a derivative of the desire for growth and no longer belonged to him.

But he still stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the soul with the cold flame: this had nothing to do with desire or other humanized thoughts; it was simply the instinct of growth and expansion brought by the double-helix tree.

Then he touched——

Cold, yet scalding, rain falling from the sky.

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Chapter 329 Qianye Yu (Part )

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Nora woke up in the rain in Chiba City: raindrops with an earthy and pungent smell rushed into her nostrils, causing her to cough continuously, and the spasms of her torso caused the puddles beneath her to splash into waves.

The place where she lay was once called the "Maruzen Oil Chemical Terminal", but now it is just the outer edge of a large garbage dump - the stench of corruption permeates the air, driving away humans who approach.

Bah! Bah!

Not far away, someone made a strange sound towards her. It was a "ghost" poking its head out of the dark sea water beside the dock. It clung to the edge of the concrete, its sharp claws dug into the cement, and looked at her with distorted red eyes:

"Hey, hey! Little sister, what happened to you? You actually came back. You had already disappeared."

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Nora wiped her snot with her sleeve and turned her head away seriously to avoid the "ghost's" gaze:

Although she was only ten years old, Nora knew that she couldn't talk to the "ghost" casually - unless she wanted to be a "ghost's" child, grow up under the protection of the ghost, and become the next ghost in the nest.

Chiba is now filled with ghosts from Shinjuku... and they are still eagerly competing for human children to grow their own families.

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Nora didn't want to be a ghost's child: she had her own father. So Nora just kept silent about the ghost's call.

"Hey, hey! Little sister, are you deaf?"

The ghost called out twice more, and then suddenly raised his throat and uttered a sharp and strange laugh:

"So disgusting, so disgusting. Your yellow snot is all stuck to your sleeves. Disgusting."

thump!

The ghost muttered loudly, then let go of his hands and smashed into the sea; the waves it created were thrown onto the shore and mixed into the puddles formed by raindrops.

Nora frowned and slapped her sleeve that she used to wipe her nose.

In such a cold day, and after getting caught in the rain, it was normal for Nora, who already had rhinitis, to have a runny nose: Who can be so strict with a child? Not even a "ghost".

"Nonsense, nonsense! It's all snot."

snort!

After thinking about it bitterly for a while, Nora still felt unsatisfied——

She waved her fists a few times in the direction where the "ghost" disappeared, but could only hit cold raindrops.

Finally, Nora couldn't tell whether she had calmed down or was annoyed by the rain: she finally hurriedly took her steps and trotted towards home.

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A long time ago... This is Mobara City in Chiba Prefecture. Shibuya Genesis had not yet happened, and the "ghosts" had not yet spread from Tokyo to the whole of Japan.

Everything outside of Mobara has nothing to do with the nameless machine.

The nameless machine has been active here for a long time: at least from its system log, the nameless machine has never left Mobara City.

This garbage dump, which covers an area of ​​only over 100 square kilometers, is no longer inhabited by humans.

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The nameless machine has many guesses about its purpose; these guesses come from its daily work schedule.

These conjectures cannot be verified - and perhaps in the end, no suitable answers will be obtained: perhaps they were created for conjecture.

But one thing the machine without a name can confirm is this: it is not human.

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It was not difficult to reach this conclusion: although most of the garbage piled in the Mobara landfill was industrial and domestic garbage transported by automatic machinery from other areas of Chiba Prefecture -

But sometimes, there were humans - only they were all human corpses; scattered, fragmented corpses.

The nameless machine did not pay much attention to these corpses - organic matter originally accounted for a small proportion of all the garbage. But just from the process of transportation and processing, it could observe the difference between itself and humans.

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Sometimes, the nameless machine would be confused by its own primitiveness - and this confusion would reach its peak every time a new batch of waste arrived in Mobara and was dumped into this garbage dump.

Those broken, damaged metal limbs and parts were clearly of more advanced design than the nameless machine: simpler, more elegant, and more efficient.

But these better machines have all been scrapped, and the nameless machines can still continue to function -

That's all it does: exist.

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Time is still moving forward:

For the machine without a name, this is a day worth recording.

Because it discovered a special human.

More precisely, it was a human corpse that had not been disassembled into pieces: judging by the skeleton, attire, and remaining genetic material, it was a male.

And what was discovered from him also proved this point——

That morning was not a day for garbage dumping: but suddenly, the body appeared strangely at the outermost edge of the Mobara garbage dump.

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Because of his specialness, the machine without a name recorded him as "Human No. 1".

Human No. 1's body was intact, even the clothes were still on his limbs and torso. On the outermost layer was a lab coat that should have been pure white, but it was covered with holes and dried blood from the fight, and was also stained black by the dirt in the garbage dump.

In addition, the nameless machine found a distorted but still readable name tag in the breast pocket of the lab coat.

The organization affiliation printed on it had been scraped off and could not be identified, but his name was still there, in Chinese characters: "安本英一朗" and in Romanization: "Yasumoto Eiichirou".

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As the nameless machine was carrying Human No. 1, a tiny, miniature holographic computer fell out from the inner pocket of his lab coat.

Perhaps it was damaged by the weight of Human No. 1, or perhaps it was due to the same reason as the marks of struggle on the human's body... In short, the picture composed of holographic light can no longer be played completely - but scattered words can still be heard.

After removing the unrecognizable fragments, only one sentence is left without a beginning or an end:

"...What's your favorite? I think it should be "Stars, My Home". In that case, it would be nice if I could die outside the Earth..."

What does this sentence mean? Even more, did this sentence come from the mouth of Human No. 1 and was recorded?

A machine without a name naturally has no way of knowing the truth: just like it knows everything outside Mobara.

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It’s just that the nameless machine remembered “the stars” and “outside the earth”.