Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The humans finally dug a shallow, narrow hole; like the hole that wild dogs use to bury their food.

She pushed the cart to the side of the pit and carefully untied the parachute ropes that bound the wreckage; then she held each deformed part in her hands and moved it into the pit.

The nameless machine was puzzled by this inefficient way of working: even though its body structure was very different from that of humans, it knew that such delicate and precious movements would only take longer and require more physical effort.

Humans finally piled all the debris into the pit - they were too large for this shallow pit, so that a small half of it still stood outside the ground; the debris protruded sharply in all directions, like a bouquet of metal.

So humans gathered up the surrounding loose soil and covered the wreckage bit by bit, until it became an imperfect mound of earth - the tips of the limbs still poking out.

The nameless machine watched the human put his blistered and damaged palms together and clasped them against his chest: it did not understand the meaning of this action - there was no explanation of human customs and expressions in the work sheet.

Human beings stayed in front of this mound for a long time.

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There seemed to be no danger - the nameless machine quietly made a judgment: the observation could end.

Ping!

The nameless machine hit the protruding iron sheet on the garbage wall as it turned, making a sharp, crisp sound.

The human suddenly followed the source of the sound and turned around:

She saw the machine without a name.

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For a moment, the nameless machine and human froze—the worksheet had no instructions for how to handle this situation, so it decided to remain still:

Maybe she would mix the nameless machine with the other scraps?

The human waved to the nameless machine: it could see the salt water suddenly secreted from the corners of the other's eyes, sliding down its cheeks; in the sunlight, it turned into two shining crystal lines.

Ah, discovered.

Then the nameless machine also raised its front limbs and waved them left and right. Not knowing what to do, it imitated the other's movements.

As if getting some kind of response and permission——

“Wow wow wow babaaaaaaaa…you, you…”

The human suddenly opened his arms to the sides, stretched them to the limit, shouted loudly with unclear meaning, full of nasal and breathy sounds, and ran towards it with his legs dancing rapidly alternately.

boom!

Perhaps it was the clumsiness caused by lack of oxygen after running and shouting after the physical labor; the human was tripped by the protrusions on the ground and made a loud bang against the ground; but she bounced up from the ground in an instant, with wet dust on her face and cuts on her knees and elbows, and continued to rush towards the nameless machine -

Danger!

Stretching your limbs as wide as possible, roaring loudly, and pressing forward aggressively...

This should be the way humans express threats and drive away animals: the nameless machine thought so -

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Ta-ta-ta-ta.

It quickly retreated, and its rapidly moving lower limbs hit the ground violently, making a crisp sound, causing the nameless machine to jump far away and hide in the solid garbage wall behind it.

And this swift rear side undoubtedly played the desired effect:

Although with hesitation, the human finally stopped and lowered her open arms; her light golden head with fluffy hair also drooped down, and as her body trembled, transparent liquid continued to drip from her face and onto the ground.

The nameless machine didn't dare to move. It just shrunk its body behind the garbage wall, stretched out a camera on one side, and observed carefully.

Half an hour later——

When the trembling stopped and the bodily fluids stopped flowing from his face, the human finally turned around and walked out of the gate of the Mobara garbage dump with slow and stumbling steps.

She didn't look back.

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Wow! This is the first human being I have ever seen, and it's alive.

The nameless machine thought:

I'm going to call her - "Human One".

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Chapter 333: Introspection (Part )

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After exiting from Anbennola's scattered and broken memories, Fang Bailu began the project of repairing and restoring her body.

He was not touched by the emotions conveyed in it: but somehow, Fang Bailu still subconsciously began to repair it; this might be a reflection of his former human identity.

Fang Bailu does not have the power to directly transform metal into flesh and blood——

Even though the metal that made up Anbenola's body now also contained an alloy with carbon - the so-called organic metal, he still couldn't do it. This might be because Fang Bailu had not yet fully mastered the use of the Double Helix Wonderful Tree.

Therefore, Fang Bailu planned to retain only the most critical parts and slowly restore them, and reshape the remaining body parts.

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But compared with his gradually fluctuating emotions, the restoration of his body was the most trivial matter.

Is this kind of unprovoked and unreasonable suffering really worth it? Even after waking up from his tortoise-like breath, Fang Bailu still couldn't give himself a satisfactory answer -

He could create a completely new body and soul for Anbennola, which would be much simpler than using this deformed and twisted body as the original and repairing it. However, that would also mean that this body that was suffering now, as well as the original Anbennola, would have to be destroyed.

Even if he took a step back, Fang Bailu could easily remove this torturous journey from her soul.

But... maybe we should wait until she wakes up and let Anbennola choose - should she regard this hardship as a part of herself?

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He suddenly realized:

After exiting from Anbenola's memory, some human nature once again returned to his soul - perhaps because emotions are essentially similar to infectious diseases.

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Perhaps as a chain reaction of gradually pumping emotions:

Fang Bailu took out the flesh that was protected by Anbennola. He looked at the pulsating, expanding and contracting flesh; from it, Fang Bailu could not feel the slightest familiarity or intimacy.

Now, both he and it were completely unique; there was no other like them on earth.

Does it make sense to become human again?

Fang Bailu thought - maybe this is a question worth finding an answer to...

He found that he was changing.

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Fang Bailu also exists in this flesh and blood, but it is a completely different version.

If it were in the past, he would have found it ridiculous - Fang Bailu, who was clearly extracted from a cold machine, was closer to a human being than his flesh and blood self.

But now, it's just a dull joke that fails to arouse applause from the audience.

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Finally, Fang Bailu opened his mouth. It was just a small crack on the tree trunk as tall as a building. The branches that served as limbs gently swung, allowing him to swallow the flesh into his body.

Just as Fang Bailu expected: there was no complete soul in the womb.

Instead, there are numerous, seemingly plausible fragments.

Being cut by the so-called military flying sword "Mind and Body Slash" -

But this was not the reason why he was completely broken into pieces: in fact, although the soul still existed... the individual that the soul originally represented had already died - it could be said that he avoided the flying sword that was chasing his soul and capturing his spirit through active death and splitting.

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Fang Bailu no longer forgets anything - his memory can be traced back to the time when he was still in the ovary, wrapped in amniotic fluid and the warmth he felt on his skin.

And before that - before he was born in his mother's body - in the millions and millions of years, he had never felt any discomfort... unconscious, like the deepest and most sound sleep - and that should be the taste of death.

and so:

Why was he still so panicked and terrified about the final fate of all things? He even split off countless souls and spirits to wander around in this flesh-made mud ball.

Every bit of soul is howling and roaring to continue to survive: like a virus that talks more and is more boastful - even viruses are more "pragmatic" than them.

To continue to exist - just to exist, to occupy a place in this chaotic world... and he was no longer himself.

It was not the original Fang Bailu, nor was it a replica of an ancient wandering soul from hundreds of years ago stored in a body of gold and iron;

Dismantling oneself beyond recognition is just a way to have a chance of survival.

Of course, his - or their - wish was also fulfilled. Fang Bailu could still find these tiny fragments from the flesh ball that had been transformed into muscle and cartilage as the main body and only contained part of the nervous system.

but……

Fang Bailu still couldn't understand.

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He understood one thing - the reason why Anbennola was able to walk half the length of the city with her twisted body and finally find Fang Bailu was not only because of herself, but also because of the influence of this flesh fetus.

She may have endured the long suffering and walked this journey by relying on her own will: but it was this flesh and blood that showed her where to find salvation.

He didn't want to die... nor did he want her to die - in addition to its own desire to survive, the flesh fetus also bound its own desires to external objects in order to fix this desire to live.

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Fang Bailu wanted to speak: Although the soul contained in the meat ball that had been distorted by the spiritual storm had been restored as much as possible at the moment of contact - although the result of the restoration made Fang Bailu confused.

It naturally also includes memories - memories left behind when Fang Bailu, who had a body of gold and iron, existed alone in the world; memories that were only stirred into a sticky, meat-like paste.

But he still wanted to communicate - to communicate with this other self. The two had been separated for a long enough time, and their experiences had made them as different as heaven and earth - they were two completely different individuals, and neither of them was human anymore.

Even though Fang Bailu has lost many human-like parts... his desire for sociality is still his instinct.

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Fang Bailu was surprised at the desire to survive of his other self: this obsessive desire was so stubborn that even though his three souls and seven spirits had long been scattered, deformed, and distorted into a seemingly false appearance; he still retained this endless pursuit of "existence".

Fang Bailu didn't seem to have such a strong desire to survive. He was in a state of peace and tranquility.

Just thinking of this, Fang Bailu suddenly felt ridiculous towards himself: the reason for this was probably because he digested the double helix tree in his tortoise breath and was able to live forever from then on.

But in the past, he got a second chance from the bad news of liver cancer... Therefore, he still has an inseparable attachment to life: as a copy of himself, Fang Bailu in the Niwan naturally inherited this pursuit of continued existence.

Even more violent.

Fang Bailu originally thought that the replica was open-minded enough to forget about life and death: but this might just be his contempt and degradation of it - Fang Bailu, with a body of iron and steel, never regarded himself as a replica, but as another continuation of life.

From the moment they appeared in the world at the same time, they were no longer two identical individuals...

Just like the selves we met in the turtle's breath.

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Chapter 334: Introspection (Part )

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He wanted to ask...

But there was no one who could answer.

These confusing and turbulent "souls" - Fang Bailu used this word to describe themselves who have undergone countless splits, changes and transcodings, and even have changed beyond recognition due to the change of storage media: the difference between them and Fang Bailu may have already far exceeded that of two randomly selected humans.

The only thing connecting Fang Bailu and these wriggling souls is some connection from their past lives... They were all once identical individuals.

In order to survive and continue to exist, he even did not hesitate to destroy his own existence - in a sense, Fang Bailu, who had a body of iron and steel, avoided the sword of "cutting both mind and body" by dying.