Chapter 603: The Crisis Is Not Over
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The air was clean, the temperature was pleasant, and there was a faint aroma from natural products.
No dangerous information.
Before vision and hearing were restored, the olfactory receptors first transmitted this information to the cerebral cortex, and then began to activate other parts in sequence.
Belisarius Cawl's mental data began to recover.
Like the pieces of a puzzle being reassembled into a complete picture, each sub-Cow's duplicate mind now had to start returning to its place, until the last piece of the puzzle went back and fit perfectly, yes, it was done.
His perception was restored.
But his loyal friend and assistant Qiu Fu-87 was not here at the moment, so he could not learn from the other party's records the specific time when he went offline and came back online.
Belisarius initially thought that the current perception was just another random subspace mind link communication that appeared during his downtime, or a memory lost in the corner by a soul fragment absorbed by the main Cawl.
Because he was lying flat - considering the structure of the huge rear half of the mechanical body of the Great Magus, he usually rested only by standing up and jamming himself into a tall frame, removing most of the extra limbs, research equipment and weapons and connecting to the network of his laboratory. This was his relaxing meditation after work, and also his only sleep.
But now he was lying flat, just like the young builder who regarded the human flesh and blood body as the greatest and most beautiful miracle in the universe and refused to mechanize himself - it should be like this - sizzle - furnace - flesh - sizzle - living things - sizzle - revenge -
A nameless headache invaded him, and when it receded like a tide, it took away his memory of this headache and those too ancient noises.
The sensor on the skin of his left hand transmitted the touch of soft and dry fabric to his brain. His fingertips brushed the cotton sheets, expensive and nostalgic natural plant fiber fabrics, and a very primitive chemical smell floated over his nose.
"The most primitive anionic surfactant...?... But why use food to make it? The utilization efficiency seems very low, and oil should have a better place for energy conversion."
"Surfactant? Food? What are you talking about? Master? How do you feel?"
The man sitting beside his bed asked.
This is an eight-foot-tall man with milky white skin, but his plain and rough facial features are more obvious on the white skin with countless sloppy cuts and sutures, making the whole face look terrifying. He is staring at Kaul.
Kaul also looked at him.
"Alpha?"
There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, but he still spoke dutifully. "It's me. My master, do you need anything?"
"No, I'm clear-headed and feel better than ever. But where is this? I seem to lack some real-time data on the current situation, and many of my external devices were removed during the shutdown?"
Kawl asked casually, while preparing to use his original two arms to support the connection ports and cables of his lower body, which had been modified into a mixture of metal worms, tentacles, centipedes, spiders and scorpions a long time ago. Since he could lie flat, there was obviously no limb for him to move normally. His upper body was originally designed to be separated from his heavy lower body chassis like an alien chariot from the bottom of the lumbar spine. They usually rely on a huge metal external spine that runs through his back to the back of his neck for additional reinforcement and fixation.
But he stopped again.
Caul pulled open the thin blanket covering his legs, revealing two beautiful silver metal bionic prostheses. The forging techniques and details of this alien material could only be made by one person, Galibo Decima. It was simple in function, but absolutely practical and the experience was infinitely close to the original limbs, which was more than a hundred times more difficult than attaching ten different weapons and biochemical claws.
He curled his toes, and his brain immediately received a signal that his toes were grabbing the sheets, as if they were originally grown on his torso. Damn it, Decima, this cunning old man, must have hidden something when he was debating with him academically, but this must be the technology related to the creation of Magna Dorn, ha! Now...
"Yes, you suffered some unexpected overload shocks, so after the treatment, Lord Perturabo asked me to wait here for you to wake up. This is the ward of the Iron Blood, or now it is named the Destiny Steel, Master."
Cawl got up from the bed and stood on the ground. He found that he had regained his mortal height. Now he was standing next to the sitting Primaris, and his eyes were only a few inches higher than the other's head.
This made him a little dazed. For some reason, he stretched out his hand that still retained the skin and touched a particularly thick scar on the top of the Primaris' head: this was the scar where the skull saw cut off the skull cap. Judging from the layered scar tissue and suture marks, the First Casting had undergone many, many craniotomies and adjustments to the cerebral cortex-and these delicate adjustments needed to be performed while the patient was awake.
"Master...?" There was a rare hesitation in the First Casting's voice, but it sounded like a mixture of disbelief, disgust, panic and other emotions.
Kaul suddenly smiled, totally unaware of how incongruous and abnormal he looked in the eyes of the First Cast.
"Master, are you okay?"
"It's okay, Alpha," he said, "I feel very good, very energetic, oh, what is this?" You cut it? "
He took a small fruit in the palm of his hand that was unknown. The flesh exudes the aroma of the rich rose family fruit.
Kohn bite it naturally, and the cold and crispy juice sprayed from the damaged plump cells, splashing like fireworks in his mouth, bringing a wonderful experience.
"Yes ... Lord Laomanen told me that when you wake up, if I keep it, I should give you ... cut ... Apple."
"He is right, I am very happy, thank you, my son. Where is Lord La Mazan En? I took a look. I have the task he delivered to me in the sequence of my waiting sequence. We should prepare it. And resign from him "."
Belica Rochestad took a few steps forward and found the ax of his Om Messiah leaning by the wall -the size seemed to be smaller? But it was so good in his hand, just like he held him for a lifetime, then this must be that he still needs to check his memory. Unexpected shutdown will definitely cause some subtle damage. Cognitive imbalance is also the same. One of them, but it will be recovering quickly.
He has scanned his data bee colony. The hexagonal data layer of the hexagonal layer is as beautiful, natural, and firm as the hive. There are some links that seem to have suffered severe physical damage, but the problem is not big. This is not the first time in his adventure career. As long as he is still there, he can rebuild them.
The sage's red robe's edge patted his ankle and found that the first cast did not keep up, and he turned around at the door of the ward.
"What's wrong? My Son? Worried about going to Macratrag's journey too far?" He shed softly, "It's okay, the king of the explorer is a great ship, it can take us safely The ground across the galaxy, even if there is a sub -space storm.
He said, "I will protect you, children."
For the first time in the past for thousands of years, the first eye of the eyes was for the first time because of physical and mental pain.
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On the other side, the industry has returned to the office where the normal office order is restored, and Mr. Lamazan Eun is sitting behind his desk and rubbing his eyes and temples.
There is still a big mouth on the side of the wall of the office. Aihalin is leading several members of the first company to do temporary repair work. Further repairs will be further repaired. Position genetic bodies -if someone persistence and conditional conditions, they have to change to their pajamas to sleep in the bed of their bedrooms, and then sleep for a few hours like an ordinary person before getting up to work. Facts.
They even loyal to the bedroom on duty without ordering, and personally checked the cleaning rooms of the machine to clean up in order to prevent any omissions or what should not be hidden in.
"I obviously didn't use my eyes today? How does it feel like I have read a lot of head books? The eyes are so tired."
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
"Maybe it's just that you have just been flashed, don't you all say dazzling?"
Petula BC BC turned off the humanoid phantom camouflage, sitting in his cockpit, and answered calmly through his voice synthesizer, "The most likely is that it is stimulated by Calle's instantaneous overloaded current. area."
"It sounds bad."
"It's okay, although my steel body is now ... but it should only cause an excessive feeling for ordinary people, just rest for one night."
"What about Dola? I mean, how about that Belica Ryli Corch? There is still the first cast ..."
"He has been treated and waited in the ward to be sober. We found a biological sample he left from the Bellacan casting world in the casting world. Through it, I, I, I, Decyma, Paras, Magna and Hong Suo made a new body for Calle, while restoring most of his main brain's function.
"This sounds great!" Ramazanen's face showed an approved look. "That's it. This is the awkward father and son. Although they have a lot of misunderstandings, their hope of reconciliation is still better than the old man ... cough ... cough ... Cough! Some misunderstandings are always going on like this, although I also support the first cast to bring Kohl a fierce meal and say his pain to make this old Nerd realize it. "
The shepherd dog made some vague grunts from his mouth, as if to express his agreement or just to deal with this speech, but then Ramizane asked again in confusion, "When did you contact Honso? And you did so many things with Decima, Pallas and little Magna? Can you cultivate a new body for him so quickly? Wasn't I only shocked for a short while when Kaul tried to hack into the system? It was all done in such a short time?"
He stared at the black and white plush spotted dog with suspicion, whose tail was tightly attached to the seat in the cockpit behind him, but his ears were inevitably a little drooping, and he grinned with a long mouth, revealing a typical dog-like smile.
"I... said it was too vague and didn't make it clear," Perturabo BC said, "It's not a cultivated body. Decima has many mechas. I mean, Decima has many mecha parts as spare parts. When he received my notice, he changed one of them and installed it on Kaul. It's similar with Honso. We searched Bellacan's biological database and asked Honso to directly copy Kaul's part into the blank wetware. In this way, Kaul's personality... I mean, life can be saved as soon as possible."
"Great! Great, Pepe!" Lami Zane exclaimed, "Isn't this much better than the Empire and Mars? It's normal for us Chaos to do things without going through the purity review of the Mechanicus and the State Church and the hundreds of years of review by the Inquisition! This efficiency is awesome."
"That's right." Perturabo's two black ears stood up again, and the slightly folded plush tips trembled in the air. "In terms of local process efficiency, the old bureaucratic system of the Empire can't compare with us at all."
"Then why aren't other people here?" He looked around the office. There was no one else here except Ahalin and his colleagues who were working. "And why do you look like... what is this on the tip of your fur? Is that blood under your fur?"
"Now that the matter has been resolved, of course they will do their own thing." At the same time, realizing that in order to cover up the whole incident, he had done something that was a bit too obvious, the black and white shepherd began to try to confuse the audience.
"Really?" Ramizane said sadly, "I thought they would at least wait until they confirmed that I was okay before leaving... I thought I had a good relationship with them..."
"Uh," said the dog, "maybe there was an accident that they needed to deal with..."
As he said this, he casually cast his eyes towards a monitoring auspicious instrument at a certain location, and then he really froze.
"What accident?"
"I have to deal with it first and then explain it to you!"
Perturabo BC jumped up quickly and began to call Magna and Pallas.
-Yes, before Perturabo BC's consciousness returned-