family history of mental illness

"Edward?" Omir saw who was coming, and immediately became alert. He still remembered that Edward was among the few people outside the water tank in Seattle.

Brant naturally heard Omir mention all kinds of things in Seattle. He looked at Edward who was coming, and took a step forward to block Omir.

Edward sighed, raised his hands to signal harmless: "I'm here to help him."

Omir sneered: "Soak me in water, record the experimental data, and help me like a guinea pig?"

"But you can't deny that we gave you a new life." Edward sighed, and said wearily: "I have tried to dissuade him countless times, but Frank is too crazy. He believes that the genetic technology of Goodwin Technology can bring He is brilliant and glorious, and no one can stop him."

Brandt grabbed an unfamiliar word: "Goodwin Technology?"

Edward walked up to Omer, squatted down and approached him: "The Goodwin brothers and sisters created the Looking Glass software, which changed the way of global communication. You should know that."

"I have indeed heard of it. It is said that it is a social media worth tens of billions, with more than one billion users." Brandt frowned: "So?"

Edward rummaged in his satchel and took out an injection: "Ms. Goodwin suffers from cancer, and her brother developed a biotechnology for this." He looked at Brant: "They found a corpse that was genetically matched, Giving a dead man a second life, reprogramming his cells, rejuvenating his body, and even achieving optimal performance and fitness that it never achieved in life."

"But what does that have to do with Omer's situation now?" Brandt said.

Edward said: "This is Goodwin's secret, but Frank accidentally learned that he stole the research data of cell encoding and copied Goodwin's biotechnology. Then, Frank spent a whole month to find A dead body, resurrected him."

Brandt asked sharply, "Omer's body?"

"Yes." Edward said: "The genetic method of his body is very strange, and many people can be matched successfully. They found me, carried out the second stage of the experiment, and restored the subject's consciousness. But I don't know what went wrong. The consciousness that appeared was not Not the original owner of the body, but him, a second personality who didn't even have a body."

Brant said, "You know?"

Edward said: "I found out later, after all, I saw Omir appearing in the first place, and found out that he did everything possible to come back to Miami to find you. With a little assumption, most of the reality can be deduced."

Brant was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "You just said that you came to help him?"

Edward said: "He has a body rejection reaction, which is a normal phenomenon. Goodwin's technology can only keep the body out of the incubator for 12 hours. We improved this, so he can stay outside for so long. Don't worry, as long as He goes back to the incubator and he recovers."

Brant asked, "Incubator?"

Omir reacted: "Is it the water tank back then? But it was in Seattle, and there are no incubators here."

Edward flicked the needle tube: "But we have this."

He injected the liquid in the needle into Omir's body, and soon, the symptoms of rejection were significantly weakened. After nearly 5 minutes, Omir supported Brant's shoulder and stood up with strength.

"He recovered?" Brant asked.

Edward said: "Not yet, I just temporarily blocked the rejection reaction, he is still very weak now, if he wants to fully recover to his previous state, he can only go back to the incubator."

Omir said reluctantly, "I just escaped."

Brant interrupted him and looked at Edward: "Okay, but I'm going with him."

Edward also looked at him, and Brandt's eyes were undeniable persistence. He was silent for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Okay." Edward patted his clothes and stood up: "But you have to listen to me, and you must not damage anything in the scientific research base. If you meet other people, you can't do it at will."

"Yes." Brandt agreed without hesitation.

……

Seattle, Kings County.

This afternoon, three people came to the scientific research base of Frank High-tech Company.

One was a black-haired young man wearing a researcher's white coat, who looked less than thirty, with rimless eyes, and walked forward briskly.

There was also a pale, thin, brown-haired young man in his early twenties, wearing a loose T-shirt and trousers, looking fragile and harmless.He supported a tall, strong and handsome Nordic man, and tried to follow the footsteps of the black-haired youth as he walked towards the interior of the base.

It was Edward and Brant Omer.

Luckily, they didn't meet anyone along the way. Edward swiped his card to open the door, took the elevator to the top floor, and then opened the last door with iris recognition. The three of them entered the destination of this trip, the core control room of the scientific research base.

In the center of the control room is a huge incubator filled with dark blue culture fluid, which is the place where Omir was reborn.

"We're here." Edward entered instructions into the computer, and the robotic arm above the incubator slowly dropped down, posing in a grasping posture.He stopped what he was doing and said to Omir, "Take off your clothes."

Omir: "!!!"

"what happened?"

Omer asked hesitantly in the eyes of Edward and Brant, "Let's go on like this, okay?"

"Of course not." Edward said: "You have to be in contact with the culture fluid all over your body, and the effect of blocking it with clothes is not good." He frowned and urged: "Isn't the rejection uncomfortable? Are you still stunned?"

How could it not be uncomfortable.

The world is spinning, my whole body is weak, and sometimes I even feel that my ears are filled with water, and I can't hear clearly, and my eyes are covered with blood, and there is a red light.But let him undress... Omir looked at Brant.

Brant said strangely: "Take off, what are you doing in a daze, do you want me to help you?"

Omir: "..."

This guy doesn't understand at all!

Sighing tiredly, he pulled Brant away, undressed himself tremblingly, Omir resisted the dizziness of rejection, walked back and forth in front of Brant schemingly, showing off his slender body Thighs, firm abs, seductive mermaid lines...

"The robot arm is behind you, you are going in the wrong direction." Brandt pointed behind him strangely.

Omir: "..."

Omir turned around with a look of lovelessness, walked to the side of the robot, sat down on it, and stopped talking.

Edward entered the command again, and the manipulator supported Omir.Put him in from the top of the incubator.

This is a very magical experience, unlike the time when it was grabbed by the robot, the feeling of entering is even more wonderful.

The culture fluid is a flowing liquid, but when he invades, the liquid will become solid, and this feeling is a bit like squeezing into a huge jelly.But when he stopped moving, the surrounding fluid would start flowing again.

Omir completely sank into the culture fluid, his limbs stretched out, his body was strong and beautiful, full of strength.That head of pale golden curly hair floated in the culture solution, and because it was not bound by the rope, it waved its teeth and claws like crazy seaweed, spreading upwards.

The appearance of the Nordic man is full of the colors of myths and stories, making him look like a sea god...

ummm

……

To be precise, the autistic Poseidon.

Yep, Omir is shutting himself out again, for his dull creator.

He was aware of his little thoughts at the moment of disappearance. At that time, he tried his best to help Brant resist the injury. At the moment of death, he hesitated and did not confess his feelings.

They are all going to disappear, so don't add trouble to Brandt.

With that in mind, he closed his eyes.

But who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, he would open his eyes again?He was reborn and even had a body, but Omir had more worries, and he didn't take that step for a long time.

What should I do if I am rejected?

Wouldn't it be better to be by his side like before?

All kinds of questions swarmed in, making him hesitate even more, and the result of his hesitation was to face the current predicament.

He took off his clothes with shaking hands, and exposed himself naked in front of Brant, his mood fluctuated.And his creator seemed to have glanced at a charred pork chop...or steak?Then he looked away without appetite.

Omir closed his eyes, not wanting to speak.

Omir, whose self-confidence was frustrated, closed himself skillfully. Edward, who knew nothing, began to record data. Brandt, who also knew nothing, sat blankly for a while, feeling bored, and stood up again, looking around.

This scientific research base is the second laboratory he has seen, but the security system is far inferior to Chris's laboratory.Just before Omir, he was able to escape just by breaking the window, which is evident.

Thinking of this, Brant was taken aback, and asked puzzledly: "28th floor, broken window? Omir's body is fixed in the best condition, not a genetic mutation. How could he jump from the 28th floor and land safely?"

Edward pushed his glasses and explained: "Actually, the central control room was moved up only two days ago, and it was always on the fifth floor."

He thought of something, and said quite speechlessly: "It is because of Omer's accident that Frank can't wait to be discharged from the hospital at all, and he will move to the top floor immediately."

Brant said, "Hospitalized?"

Edward said with pity: "Yes, he was punched by Omir and broke the bridge of his nose. He just finished the operation and is still in the hospital."

Brandt understood: "I haven't gotten used to the strength yet. Omir also broke my doorbell before." He stretched out his finger and made a "click" movement: "I used too much force when I pressed it. .”

Poor Frank.

Seriously Frank.

Brandt showed no sincerity to pity the big boss of the technology company, and continued to look at the control room.

Culture fluid supply box, monitoring platform, data controller, incubator...

Brant roughly skipped over one by one, but suddenly stopped looking at the incubator.

The incubator was about three meters long and more than two meters high. It was filled with a lake-blue liquid. His eyes focused on a raised line on the glass in front of the incubator. It looked like...a sign?

Wait, this sign...

Brant stared for a moment, feeling very familiar.He must have seen it somewhere, or recently.While retrieving the logo in the memory palace, he quickly approached the incubator. He lowered his head and leaned over to see the palm-sized raised pattern on the glass.

The autistic Omir couldn't help but frowned. For some reason, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

I couldn't help shrinking my toes and clenched my fists. The strange feeling was still there, so Omir was forced to end his autism, and couldn't help turning around...

As a result, he directly faced Brandt's big face.

To be precise, it was the part of him that was difficult to talk about, meeting Brant's pair of green eyes that were focused and full of curiosity.

Omir: "..."

What kind of shame play is this?

Brandt said with a straight face: "Please move away a little bit, you are blocking this sign Omer."

Omir: "..."

What kind of dead straight man is this rare in the world?

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Omir: What kind of dead straight man is this rare in the world?

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