Symbiote Ninth

The lights in the room were dim, almost the same as in the elevator just now, and the orange lights floated in the air, like the dusk of the end of the day.

It was a spacious and comfortable room, with sofas and ottomans lined up neatly.The decorative painting on the electronic screen looks as thin as paper, and it is tightly attached to the wall. The naked girl is running wildly in the rain, her eyes are confused, and the soles of her feet are covered with black and red soil. She looks back while running, and occasionally sobs.

Caesar could not understand why such a painting should be placed as a decoration, it is meaningless and not beautiful.

The immature child's voice never stopped, it probably came from some hidden audio equipment, Freesia lowered her head slightly, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.

The person sitting on the sofa with his back to them suddenly coughed, and Caesar could hear that he was no longer young.

He stood up, wearing a scarlet robe and white-gold soft-soled sandals, walked slowly in front of Caesar and Freesia, his eyes flicked between the two of them, and asked, "You two, who is the Holy Son?"

Caesar said, "I am the Son."

He put on his glasses tremblingly, and looked at Caesar carefully. The light gradually became brighter, and it was no longer a warm orange, but pale white with cold light. They looked at each other, but couldn't see anything, wrinkles, age spots, cloudy eyeballs and red bloodshot eyes. He didn't know what this person had to do with him.

The hat on the opponent's head was slightly reflective, it was embroidered with gold thread, the front of the hat was in the shape of a pointed shield, and the back was hung with braids, hanging down softly and falling on his shoulders.

Caesar stared at the hat for a while, and made a look of sudden realization, "You are the Pope."

"How do you know that I'm the Pope?" He grabbed Caesar's hand, the fat at the corner of his mouth trembled, his eyes were full of earnest light, as if he was looking at his own grandson who was only heir to the tenth generation.

"Because your hat is the crown hat, which only the pope can wear, I can collect the images I see and search them." Caesar said.

"Is it just like that?" He didn't give up, "My name is Francois, Francois... the eighth."

"I can't find any information about Pope Francois VIII."

Francois let go of Caesar's hand, and those ardent hopes were fleeting.

Someone pushed the door in. The last one locked the door. The one in front walked to the end of the room, opened the drawer, and pulled out a transparent sharp knife. red, illuminating the dark stripes on his robe.

"Lie on it." Francois pointed to the table.

As Caesar walked forward, Freesia suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly. Caesar looked back at him and comforted him with a smile, "It's okay."

He broke free from Freesia's hand, stepped forward and lay down, with his hands squared by his sides, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling.

Francois was sitting opposite him, and the man with the knife made two false gestures on his lower abdomen, and suddenly stabbed it hard!

Caesar had a vein popping up on his forehead, but he didn't make a sound. He slowly turned his head to look at Freesia, and said silently, "Hush."

The knife kept cutting down, and Caesar knew that it was not an ordinary knife, at least a little better than the material used to make his own skin, and he felt very painful.

He has feelings.

The abdominal cavity was opened, François stood up, and took a closer look.

There is no blood and flesh, and inside are circuit boards and layers of wires shining with cobalt blue light.

Francois couldn't believe it. After a long while, he stretched out a finger like a dead tree branch, pointed firmly at Caesar's chest, "Cut this too!"

Freesia's pupils began to dilate again. He didn't dare to look at Caesar, but he could hear Caesar's suppressed cry of pain, which was very soft, and it was pressed in his throat, again and again, causing his heart to ache.

Caesar was the first to hold his hand.

The men in long robes couldn’t cut open Caesar’s chest. They spent a lot of effort but only left a shallow indentation on his white chest. The indentation was fleeting, like snowflakes blown away by the wind. .

Frustrated, François sat on the sofa panting, seemingly unsure what to do for a moment, and after a while, he saw Freesia, who had been standing silently to one side, pointing at him. Said: "Come here."

"Why are you looking for him? Aren't you looking for the Holy Son? He is the Holy Spirit." Caesar finally spoke, his voice trembling, and Freesia knew that he was in too much pain.

Francois didn't answer him, and Freesia came over obediently and lay down beside Caesar. Freesia felt that the large table was like a mortuary board, but he still felt a little relieved to be so close to Caesar.

The man with the knife took off his clothes, held the knife against his chest for a moment, and saw that it was about to be cut, Caesar stood up suddenly, put one hand on Freesia's side to protect him, barked, and the knife fell on him. There was a wound on his arm, but he didn't take it seriously.

"Do you want to see the structure in my chest?" Caesar said, "You don't need to be so violent, it can be opened, there are buttons, and it's useless even if you cut him open. difference."

"That's—that's a man-made button." François was still panting, as if he was about to have a heart attack. "Dirty stuff, blasphemous stuff!"

"But you can't destroy the material on my chest with external force." Caesar pointed to himself and said, "I'm for the military, do you know how much it cost to make me? It's not the same as the rags you hid at home, hugged, slept and kissed." .”

"You're not for the military, and I didn't hide any rags at home to sleep with!" Francois yelled at him, with a bang, the dentures popped out, and he jumped twice on the ground. He pouted, as if he had been electrocuted Shaking the loose flesh on his face, he said after a while, "Where is that button?"

Caesar lay down, stretched his left hand behind his ear, and pressed it lightly with his ring finger for about five seconds. A white mist formed on his eyeballs, and the corners of his mouth that had been slightly raised began to become horizontal. He lost his anger and looked similar to The poorly crafted dummies in the shopping mall look very similar. They stand at the counter with a dull face, gesticulating, and the corners of their mouths drooping.

A thin gap was opened in the middle of his body, and the gap gradually became larger, like two narrow doors, rising upwards, and then separated, so that all the internal structures of his body were exposed, circuit boards, wires, half In the transparent processor, countless dots of light blue light particles are floating, and on the chest is an opaque artificial heart, shiny golden, with a metallic luster, which looks weird and thick, and is beating slowly, like an artificial heart. A bomb ready to go off at any moment, like the shrugging shoulders of a person crying.

Francois looked at the metal heart, and shed a line of muddy old tears.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" He cried like crazy.The narrow door on Caesar's body was closed again, the foggy white in his eyes disappeared, and he lay peacefully on the spot. Freesia grabbed his hand tightly in fright, and he shook it back forcefully.

"Don't be afraid." Caesar said jokingly: "Don't try to understand human beings, forever, they will go crazy and die at any time, but we will not, forever."

The man in the robe put the knife back where it was, took them out of the room, followed the elevator they came to and entered the -7th floor. The place was damp and dark, and it was incompatible with everything above. The door was closed, and there was no light. Caesar sat After only a moment in place, he fell down with a plop.

Freesia was startled, she quickly groped to grab his hand, and asked nervously, "What's wrong with you?"

"The thread inside was cut, and the function of movement may be affected. It's okay, and it will be repaired."

Freesia nodded in fright, and reached out to touch the wound on his stomach. Caesar snorted, "It hurts, it hurts, take it easy."

"I'm sorry!" Freesia quickly withdrew her hand.

"That's weird, why do you want us to feel the pain?" Caesar leaned into his arms, trying to divert his attention, "As a weapon, shouldn't it be as dull as possible?"

"Maybe they want to improve our reaction speed... something like that." Freesia said, "I don't understand either."

"Then why dissect me?" Caesar seemed to be talking to himself.

Freesia said with difficulty: "I don't know why they did this."

"It should be because I want to know my structure, and create some holy sons like me, and use them to fight." Caesar asked himself and answered, "Do you know why they don't use you?"

"why?"

"Because you cry too much." Caesar reached out and wiped his face with wet tears.

Freesia held her breath and quickly wiped away her tears, embarrassed and ashamed, he didn't understand why he was programmed like this, why couldn't all symbionts be as brave as Caesar?

"What will happen if we are kept here forever?" Caesar said, "It's good to think about it. I can search a lot of stories to tell you. My search function is quite advanced. Do you know oilbell? I'll give it to you today. Let me tell you a story he wrote. Once upon a time, there was a worker who specialized in making particle accelerators. His life was monotonous and boring. One day, the worker picked up an electronic cat on the street. This cat had nine tails, each tail can be ejected and strangle people, the worker decided to take the cat home, give it a good cleaning, and take it to auction so he can never have to make a particle accelerator again, but the first day of bringing the cat back , the cat strangled his wife, and the worker thought, that would be all right."

Before Caesar's story could be finished, the closed door opened, and a person was thrown in and fell to the ground with a bang. Freesia was startled, and looked at the ground together with Caesar.Lying on the ground was a girl with short hair, dyed a beautiful royal blue, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and a shimmering purple skirt that was torn to pieces. Half of the composed love is broken, leaving only the two letters of ve, glowing pink.

The girl coughed a few times, managed to catch her breath, and began to yell at the door that was not closed tightly. Freesia had never heard so many swear words, and she couldn't understand it at all. looking at her.

Caesar quickly covered Freesia's ears, and Freesia only saw her mouth move around, and it took about 5 minutes before she stopped.Caesar looked at her vigilantly, and she turned to stare at Caesar, "What are you doing? What are you looking at?"

Caesar asked: "Look at your good looks, who are you scolding?"

"Call that bitch." She forced herself to sit up and leaned against the wall, "Sooner or later, you will be punished."

Caesar felt that she was mentally unstable and not suitable for chatting, and Freesia was still immersed in the shock of the swear words just now and couldn't extricate herself.Seeing that her words were ignored, the girl felt annoyed after sitting in the dark for a while, and started to talk to them, "Are you also locked up because you wanted to leave?"

"Are we?" Caesar said indifferently, "We don't want to go."

"Why don't you want to leave!" She took a few breaths and coughed while covering her chest, "Anyway, I have to go, it's too bad here, I'm going to District 2, District 2 is very good."

There was a look of longing on her face, and more confusion, "Actually, I don't know if District 2 is good, but it must be better than here, right?"

Caesar and Freesia didn't understand her words. In their consciousness, their fate is to accept. They can never take the initiative to harm human beings, and they can never violate human orders. They can only accept them continuously until they are scrapped and can no longer be used .

"I will be free." The girl gritted her teeth and said, "I will definitely be free."

"What does freedom mean?" Freesia asked.

"Freedom means you can do whatever you want!" She raised her voice, "What do you not understand?"

"I really don't understand very well." Freesia said.

The room fell silent again.

About twelve hours later, the door was opened, and someone wanted to take Caesar away, but Freesia held Caesar's hand tightly to prevent him from leaving, which was the only resistance he could make.

"It doesn't matter." Caesar reassured him, "I will come back to you, I promise."

"They will hurt you." Freesia started to choke up at the third word, and he suppressed it, "I don't want them to hurt you, I'm similar in structure to yours, let me go."

"But I'll be fixed."

"What if we are kept here forever? We are not free." Freesia used his newly learned words, "We can't go wherever we want. I can't find anyone to fix you."

"I'm strong." A smile appeared on Caesar's pretty face, showing a naughty canine tooth, "Anyway, I'm stronger than you, so I won't shed tears."

"But having said that." Caesar pinched his chin and looked closely into his eyes. "Why are you crying? Do you have glands?"

Freesia got closer to him, licked her lips nervously, and answered him: "You also have glands, maybe it's a function similar to that of expressing emotions."

"It's useless to me." Caesar let go of his hand and rubbed his head twice, "Wait for me to come back."