Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

“That would be perfect. Old Xia asked me to show you around the production and experimental equipment here, so let’s start with the closest ones.” Froststar took out a small device, made a light swipe with her thumb, paused for a few seconds, and said, “Alright, I’ve got everything arranged for you.”

"This is……"

"What's so strange about a communicator that can be used as long as it's within range of a communication tower?"

"No, what I'm curious about is how you just passed on the message, some kind of code?" This kind of probing could only be done by Blitzkrieg, who played the fool. Blitzkrieg was responsible for pretending to be stupid, livening up the atmosphere, and easing the tension among the team members.

"No, it was a normal call, through the neural link system. Hmm, I forgot you don't have an Originium neural system. So, you'll need to have a minor surgery to install a translator so you can use our equipment. I think it's necessary for you to familiarize yourselves with these devices, isn't it?"

Yelena said with a smile, but she exuded a chilling aura, as if she would immediately execute the four people if they refused.

"Okay." Ash was silent for a few seconds, then nodded. Without a doubt, this implanted "gadget" was definitely not just a simple matter. However, putting herself in the other party's shoes, as a security expert, she could completely understand their behavior, especially since she really didn't intend to cause any trouble. Choosing to cooperate was undoubtedly a wise choice.

Furthermore, if it is indeed confirmed that this is an alien planet, and that several centuries have passed on Earth, then joining them is not an impossible option, provided that their homeland and organization have truly and completely collapsed.

Three centuries have passed, and even one's own records have probably been completely lost by now. This is because the normal retention period for national archives is generally 50 to 100 years. Archives older than 200 years, unless they are special materials marked as never to be declassified or destroyed, are generally declassified or destroyed after 50 years.

Either because they have lost their intelligence value, or because their intrinsic value has decreased while their danger has increased, they must be destroyed upon expiration in order to avoid triggering a new international crisis. In reality, with the exception of a very small number of documents, most archives follow this principle.

As for Ash and the others' files, frankly, they don't even qualify for the level of never being declassified and never being destroyed. So, it's highly likely that even if they find a country in this world, the other party might not recognize their identities. Moreover, if the international situation changes, even if the files are not destroyed, they might not be recognized, especially for operators with experience in black operations.

"It would be great if we could cooperate~" Frostnova tilted her head and said with a smile.

"Has anyone ever told you that Miss Yelena, your smile is really scary?" Blitz once again used his talent to try to ease the atmosphere that had suddenly plummeted to freezing point.

"Is that so? I think it's great!" Froststar opened the door. "Alright, welcome to this strange new world!" A fierce wind swept in the cold air, and brilliant sunlight streamed into the passageway from outside the fence, leaving a golden rectangular shape.

The flags overhead fluttered loudly. This was a small viewing balcony on the periphery of a massive structure, resembling a small mobile city, situated on the plains. From here, one could see an endless expanse of plains: verdant grasslands, thriving farmlands blooming with patches of white wildflowers, deep blue forests in the distance, and thousands upon thousands of powerful bulls galloping about.

"Kazdel Agricultural Ecological Base, Experimental Zone, provides most of our crop seeds and laboratory animals. We are currently on one of the Agricultural Academy ships, the Aretosha, which is both the Kazdel Agricultural Academy and the Kazdel Biological and Ecological Research Institute."

The four then realized that they were on a huge landship. This was the stern of the landship, and several landships and the port formed this structure that resembled a small mobile city.

"Let's go. Next, we'll install the equipment for you, then tour the eco-park to learn about the equipment we use and its basic conditions. After that, we'll visit Sister Nian's studio, Kazdel's largest composite factory and mechanical research institute, so you can find a place to use your skills or a project you need to learn."

In the biomedical laboratory, "Dr. Warfarin, four people, we made an appointment beforehand." Froststar led four people into the laboratory, where Warfarin had already prepared four bracelet-like devices.

"Which hand is your dominant hand?" Dr. Blood Demon asked calmly, holding a mug and a stethoscope around his neck.

"Right hand." Flash was the first to step forward. "Okay, put your left hand on the control panel."

"Will it hurt a lot?" Blitzkrieg joked.

“No, I’ll be as gentle as possible.” Warfarin secured his left hand to the control panel with a belt, and two sets of mechanical gears fastened his wrist, injecting something into it. “Relax, it’s just an anesthetic. Next, I need to cut open your nervous system and then implant biological components inside. Your brain will gradually get used to this implant over the next few days, just like having an extra limb.”

Did Levy also have this kind of surgery?

“That tall, thin guy? He’s much more enthusiastic than you guys seem. We get along quite well, I mean academically.” Warfarin skillfully operated the complex medical equipment and prepared the medications.

"After implantation, will I be able to use those metal plate-like devices?"

"Yes, theoretically, according to normal surgical principles, you would need to have surgery on your eyes and skull, but you're lucky." Old Xia still has a few vials of symbiote injector left, just enough for the four of them.

"After the symbiotic micromachine is injected, it will register a new identity and information for you. However, please note that this is the most basic universal version for Boss Xia. There are many precautions for adults to take when using it, and its functions will be greatly limited."

"For example?"

"For example, if the mortality rate for children with rejection is 3.5 per million, then the mortality rate for adults is a little over 7%. But don't worry, I have prepared immunosuppressants that can save your life in time."

This is why Covenant symbiotes are generally not injected into adults. Not only are the nervous and brain systems of adults fully developed and their renewal rate slow, making it difficult for the symbiotes to perform many functions, but the rejection mortality rate is also relatively high.

What is a symbiote?

“A nanoscale mechanical device will proliferate inside your body, meshing with your nervous system to provide a variety of information and medical assistance functions.” Warfarin took the last four boxes out of the safe.

The standard Covenant-style packaging box is blue and white, with the words "Auxiliary Symbiotic Micromechanical Implant NN-63" printed on the surface. After tearing open the packaging, I took out the silver-gray disposable pneumatic injector and pressed it on Flash's arm. "Sizzle!" The silver-gray liquid entered his body.

"Don't be nervous, it won't hurt much. If you experience occasional dizziness, vomiting, or loss of balance in the next few days, it's normal. This thing is very uncomfortable for adults because these little things break down a part of your nervous system and the sensory areas of your brain and then build a new system."

"I'm starting to feel dizzy," Flash joked. The injection process was indeed a bit uncomfortable. His entire left hand seemed to have lost all feeling, and a cold, stiff sensation spread up his arm to his shoulder.

"Alright, implant the assistive device." Next, the arm is cut open, the nerves are pulled out, connected, implanted, and sutured. The biomimetic skin can not only stop bleeding but also reduce the use of bandages, and it looks no different from real human skin.

"The mimic skin will detach after six days. The new skin should not come into contact with water. Also, if you experience palpitations or blackouts, notify someone nearby to seek medical attention immediately. According to the information provided by Boss Xia, seeking medical attention immediately has a 67% chance of saving lives caused by symbiote rejection."

"next."

"If it succeeds, will there be any special notifications?"

"Go sit over there, and you'll find out in two hours."

Chapter Thirty-Nine: This Terra can't stand being here for even a second longer.

Chapter 39

The four people were quickly injected with a simplified symbiote and implanted with implants. They sat in a row against the wall of the medical research lab, waiting for two hours of observation.

"Dr. Warfarin, I've been wanting to ask you this since the beginning: what kind of drink were you having?" There was a strong smell of blood, and for a veteran like Alexander, it was even recognizable as human blood.

But that's precisely why he wasn't sure if it was human blood. After all, this wasn't Earth, and what if there was some kind of drink here that smelled of blood? Besides, the other party had just put it in a mug like that; if it were human blood, it would have already congealed into blood curd.

“Oh, this is a traditional drink of our Sarkaz people.” Warfarin glanced down at the cup, then went to the built-in coffee machine-like device in the corner and got another cup. “To be more precise, it’s a traditional drink of my ethnic group, and it’s not really suitable for you.”

Is it the blood of some kind of animal?

"Yes, that's right. That machine is a hematopoietic machine that produces artificial blood, which then undergoes some processing." Warfarin waved his hand. "This kind of thing should be quite common where you are, right?"

"Uh, you mean blood curd?" As a Chinese person, Shuanghua certainly knew about this kind of thing. Moreover, Westerners also eat blood sausage and blood duck, so using animal blood to make food is common all over the world—after all, before the modern salt industry, animal blood was the main source of salt.

"Pretty much, I added quite a few other things." Warfarin stirred it with a spoon, opened the cabinet, and, just like a typical office worker making coffee, took out several long, thin packages, added the powder and liquid inside to the mug, and continued stirring.

"I prefer this flavor." The blood at around 40 degrees Celsius, with more heme, hemoglobin, and anticoagulant factors added, tastes a bit like unsweetened black coffee to Blood Demon. It's bitter but very refreshing. "Especially after working overtime, a cup is the best thing to have."

The four people looked at each other, finding the customs of this strange world hard to understand. However, no one said anything. It was not a wise thing to question someone else's traditions on their own turf.

"Judging by the time, it should be about right. Can you sense it?"

“Your back is a little warm, but your limbs are fine,” Alexander said. “That’s about right.” Warfarin shone a flashlight into their pupils; the base color was slightly bluish, so they should be almost there.

After waiting for another ten minutes or so, the first implanted Blitz felt dizzy and the scenery in front of him began to distort. After about half a minute, strange noise and stripes began to appear in his vision, like an old television with a faulty connection.

When the noise mostly disappeared, a line of text appeared: "Automatic language adaptation: German." Then, the field of vision was divided into four areas by light green stripes: "Personal Neural Data System (PNIS) is initializing... Please wait."

"This is your implant?" Blitzkrieg found himself unable to control his body, sitting rooted to the spot like a puppet. "Neural connection... complete."

"Initializing the information interface. Please read the user instructions. The information interface will be hidden in three minutes." Three minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and the HUD interface in front of you completely disappeared, leaving only a small triangle prompt in the lower right corner of your field of vision. Any important information prompts will be displayed here later.

"It doesn't seem to have much of an impact," Flash moved his hands and tried to use his attention to activate the triangular interface, only to find that most of the functions were either initializing or unusable.

"The installation of the entire device will take several months. After all, you are adults, and it will automatically install slowly in the least harmful way. If it is a child, it will be installed in about a week."

"What effects will it have?" Shuanghua asked, as she had research in biology and medicine.

"Not too many, after all, many functions are limited for security reasons," Warfarin said, taking out the instruction manual and glancing at it.

"In general, the basic functions include slight or minor physical enhancements, the ability to connect to various of our implants, and your portable ID card. Oh, and you can also check your medical examination data at any time. You can give yourself a thorough medical examination in just a minute or two, and you will never have to worry about food poisoning or excessive bleeding again."

"By the way, it can also manage your metabolism and digestion, which can help you live a healthier and longer life to some extent. However, since you are already adults, many of the damages caused in the past cannot be repaired immediately, so this function may not be able to function properly for several years."

"I feel very uncomfortable in my lungs."

"Do you smoke?" Warfarin looked at Alexander, who nodded. "What kind of Russian doesn't smoke and drink?"

"Then you'd better quit in the future. I mean quit the psychological addiction. Physically, you won't want to smoke anymore because the symbiotic system will encapsulate tar and other substances when the tobacco enters your lungs, and then you exhale it."

This means that it's impossible to absorb tobacco components at all, making it more effective than any smoking cessation method. Of course, if you're psychologically determined to smoke, there's no way to stop, and chewing tobacco and similar substances also can't be completely metabolized.

"That's impressive. Where's the wine?"

"You can drink alcohol, but you will metabolize ethanol very quickly, which can be considered a small benefit."

"I think this kind of thing would empty every woman's wallet on Earth," Shuanghua muttered. There is no woman who can resist something that can be eaten as much as she wants without affecting her figure.

“If this were in your time, the manufacturers would probably go bankrupt,” Warfarin crumpled the packaging box into a ball and threw it in the trash. “This stuff is heritable; your offspring will automatically acquire the symbiote, and generally won’t need another injection.”

Unless it is an assisted reproductive technology or some rare rejection symptoms, in which case it is necessary to first remove the symbiotic genetic material and then wait for the baby's condition to improve before injecting.

"So, can we leave now?"

"Okay, by the way, take these medicines. Although they won't solve the problem, they'll make things a little better when you experience side effects." Warfarin opened the medicine cabinet and took out four bottles. "These are what the boss asked me to prepare before. They should be effective."

A basic courtesy like "thank you very much" was still necessary. The four of them stepped out of the room and found that the whole world had changed drastically.

Numerous holographic images began to appear on those strange metal panels. What were initially thought to be corridor decorations or protective panels now displayed colorful and dazzling images, including advertisements, pictures, and even a hidden vending machine.

"It's like stepping into a cyberpunk world, with information everywhere that only implants can see," Blitzkrieg exclaimed. "No wonder it's a world several centuries in the future, it's so advanced!"

"Alright, now that you've all finished installing, let's go visit the farm base first."

"Why a farm base?" None of these four people have any skills in agriculture. Although Shuanghua had worked on a farm for a while, it was out of necessity for the mission. It was impossible for her to do agricultural research.

"You need to understand our technology, so naturally we'll start with the most recent and basic stuff. There's still a lot you need to learn, and based on your resume, your professional skills will come in handy."

"For example?"

"Skills related to the deployment of stronghold defenses."

"Are there really skilled cattle thieves here?" Alexander couldn't quite understand why a farm would need such a skill.

"They don't exist here, but they do exist on farms in the north, and they're much better than you think."

It's called a farm base experimental area, but it's actually a simulated polar outpost area. It's a technical job to utilize the professional experience of these people, let them familiarize themselves with the conditions and technical equipment on their side, and not leak key secrets.

"A bear that drives a tank?" Alexander asked jokingly. "The bears over there can all drive tanks."

"..." Yelena gave him a deep look. "No, but it would take at least two or three tanks to deal with it, or one of those warships you came in on."

"Excuse me, are you sure you're talking about cattle thieves?" Flash asked, raising his hand. It sounded too much like they were joking around, but as the only goofball in the team, he realized it didn't sound like a joke.

“We steal everything except cows. You’ll understand when you encounter them.” Yelena led the four people into the lower garage. “Afterwards, you will visit our tractor factory and manufacturing plant. Alexander, you said you studied mechanics, right? Trust me, you will find your place there.”

"However, I need to be familiar with your tools and parts, and my professional skills may not be up-to-date with the times."

"Yes, believe me. If you can stay for three months, you will become a great mechanic. That is, if you can stay for three months."

The military equipment department has decided to replace the Titan tanks with "Odin" due to the large number of Titan tanks left over from previous wars and the severe shortage of manpower for their modification and repair.

Although Odin's overall performance is slightly inferior to that of the Titans, its structure is relatively simple, it is quick to produce, and it is easier to repair, isn't it? Even so, these Titans still need to be repaired and modified to continue to serve as tractors or other vehicles.

"Get in the car," Yelena said, opening the door of her vehicle and getting into the driver's seat. "I'll personally take you there."

It's safer to keep an eye on these dangerous individuals myself. Soon, the enormous SUV drove out of the garage and into the traffic on the makeshift road.

"I haven't asked yet, what kind of power does your car use? Is it electric?"

"Yes, it's electric, powered by a built-in tower thermal generator, much more advanced than traditional Originium engines." Yelena didn't hide anything; six or seven figures had already been circulated out of New Kazdel for this type of vehicle and its onboard engine, so there was no point in hiding it.