On the life and death of carbon-based monkeys

Psychiatric torture

Only the spiritual body can perceive the spiritual body.The tidal pain still seemed to affect his spirit.He restrained his body in fear and stubbornly resisted the pain, but that strong emotion gradually dissipated, and another emotion surfaced.

His Excellency the former Consul was stunned.Before he could figure out what that strange feeling was, Guangnao was taken back.The dark blue light belt thoughtfully sent the prisoner to the ground, and even made a comfortable light chair for him to rest.

Prisoners don't understand what the warden is up to.Trembling with horror, he finally chose to compromise.

--what do you want?what do you want?Rich fortune?Comfortable life?Nobility?Or a dream mate?Even though I am no longer the consul, I still have loyal subordinates, and I can fulfill all your wishes...

—Shut up, prisoner.Here, the only one who can achieve all wishes is me.

Gerovit said impatiently, his spirit gathered into a bundle, and he whipped the prisoner.The ex-consul screamed, curled up on the chair, and stopped moving—how dare you...how dare you do this!

What a boring question--shouldn't this kind of question be understood by every prisoner as soon as he is sent to the fourth prison galaxy?Why did he dare to do this...just because he is the warden.

— because I was right.he replied coldly.

His Excellency the former Consul was silent, and began to secretly watch out for his next move.He restrained his spirit more tightly, preventing sudden attacks.He knew full well that if Jarowett activated the criminal law he had used against his predecessors, the defenses he had built would be vulnerable-but damn, the prisoner didn't know how to face the crisis other than to deal with it in this way. right!

Come to think of it, only a few decades ago he had rewarded this young spirit for the pain his predecessor suffered.What did he say then? ——Full of innovative spirit, deeply comprehended the meaning of the "Code of Law", showed no mercy to the enemy, and made great achievements in the transformation of some stubborn spiritual bodies.

If he could go back to that time, the former Consul will definitely not say such stupid words... He never expected that the means he once rewarded would be used on him, and this bastard, damn despicable He may even be appreciated by his political opponents and the guy who can be promoted after killing himself because of his torture, so he can walk out of this damn galaxy and truly become a member of those noble spirits...

The prisoner's spirit convulsed |

The Warden watched its changes silently, not surprised by his fear.Every one of the most troublesome people who can be specially imprisoned in the prison galaxy once stood on a high place. They used to be the manipulators of the chess game, and they all sent political enemies here... Therefore, they also understand the meaning of the fourth prison galaxy. what's there.Without exception, none of the prisoners sent here escaped a tragic end.They will try to defend, escape, intimidate and lure the jailers and wardens...but no matter what means they use, they will have to wait in silence in the end.

From the moment Jarowett became a jailer, these things have become commonplace for him.At the beginning, feeling the fear of these spiritual bodies who were once aloof, he still found it very interesting... But now, these behaviors that are exactly the same and have not changed for thousands of years can bring the warden For the fun, there is only the process of training|teaching itself.

——From the moment you stepped into the fourth prison galaxy, your name, your glory, and your former identity have completely disappeared in the universe.Here, I am God.You have to obediently accept all the rules I make, and pin all your hopes on me.Beg me, worship me, hate me... this is the meaning of your future existence.

Jarowett's mental fluctuations softened.The prisoner seemed to be induced, and his mental body was no longer stable.The dark blue light that bound him drifted away a little bit, and the prisoner's mental body also began to stretch subconsciously.

—To make this clearer for you, let us take a taste of emotion.

Jarowett said, opening the hemispherical floor.The mechanical arm lifted a huge object from it, then slowly retreated, disappearing under the floor without a trace.The prisoner moved away from the object vigilantly, but couldn't help but ask because of its strange structure - what is that?

—Stupid, my prisoner.The warden curled up his mental thread mockingly, and caressed the light screen. ——This is the root of your birth, and also your humblest starting point...

The prisoner trembled, not understanding what he was talking about. --What's the meaning?

—and soon you will know.

Colorful and beautiful rays of light scattered from the dome, weaving into a huge net, and casting it towards the huge object rising from the ground.Having received enough energy, rows of tiny lights lit up on the surface of the object, shining like stars, and then annihilated into darkness.The sound of clicking kept coming, and the prisoner saw it clearly this time - it was a huge machine, which was being reorganized and expanded from the inside out, turning into a brand new thing.

It looked so familiar, yet cold and terrifying.The huge shell is constantly splitting and combined into new parts. The automatic structure, the fine light flickers in and out of it... I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the former consul smelled a strange fragrance, which seems to be born It resides in its soul, making him lethargic and drowsy.

This is—what the hell is this?

Jarowett landed on the ground, and a beam of light enveloped it, forming a solid shell on the surface of its body.The thick|sturdy spiritual tentacles turned into entities, emitting a faint white light.It stood beside the machine that was like a "coffin" in some low civilizations, and accompanied by the loud sound of mechanical reorganization, the spirit radiated joyful fluctuations.

——A culture tank.

The prisoner realized that it seemed to be answering his inner question, and before it had time to wonder why Jerowit knew what he was thinking, the mental body worked quickly and came up with the answer.It let out a shrill scream and tried its best to roar, but all the mental fluctuations were swallowed up at that moment—after the final loud noise, the training tank was assembled, and a faint blue liquid appeared in the air middle.The dark blue band of light caught | the prisoner, and accurately threw it into the cultivation tank.

At that moment, the prisoner felt a fear that had not been seen for hundreds of years.

It didn't even have time to struggle, and all its spirit was perfectly contained by the training tank without any leaks.It was like a black hole... No, like a piece of paper with excellent water absorption, it completely absorbed the water flow, leaving nothing behind.

But in just a moment, it regained consciousness—but it was no longer the omniscience and omnipotence of the spiritual body, but a disgusting, sluggish, greasy strange feeling.It wanted to "see", but opened its eyes; it wanted to "listen", but there was a suffocated grunt in its ears; Passing through the neutron star was extremely difficult... and in the end, it felt the "coldness" of the water in a strange way, and clearly felt that the viscous|thick liquid was entering the lungs and stomach through the nostrils, and then from a certain place under the body. Excreted|excreted from some parts... It struggled in horror, its "fingers" and "feet" made a rattling sound in the liquid, stirring up a cloud of air bubbles; within a short while, its hard-earned energy was wasted , the mental body had to shrink dimly.

——We were made out of such cumbersome things, Mr. Ex-Consul, my prisoner.The warden watched it's embarrassing struggle condescendingly, and the mental wave was transmitted to the prisoner's mental body through a special method.

The prisoner finally realized what had happened to him.It couldn't believe that Jarowett would treat him like this—this was a humiliation that no spiritual body could bear!Jarowett dared to put it into Silicon's body - this clumsy, dirty, ugly, despicable Silicon!Jarowett dared—how dared it—

The prisoner tried his best to find words to curse Jerowit, but its violent mental fluctuations made the "body"'s mouth open involuntarily, swallowing more cold liquid, consuming more energy.It had to wake up in anger and try its best to deal with its current situation rationally-but how the hell should it be calm!This is a **** prison, a terrible cage that every spiritual body fears like a tiger!

—Be quiet.The warden said coldly. ——If you still can't learn to obey, next time I will let you try the carbon-based taste.

The former archon had to hide the curse in the most secret fluctuations of the spiritual body.After the confrontation just now, it has every reason to think that Jarowett will indeed realize his threat.All spiritual bodies are cultivated from such low-level and cumbersome bodies, and the silicon-based body is only a little better than the carbon-based body in terms of receiving energy, so the cultivated spiritual bodies are only a little higher-only That's all!But in comparison, it has to accept this lowly body, lest Jarowett really fulfill its threat!

--Please.It is humble and authentic, submissively exuding its own ideas. ——Please—please, please set me free, I will definitely be your most loyal friend and servant, and I will become the most obedient prisoner...

The warden's mental fluctuations became strange, one tentacle was stuffed into its "mouth", and the other rolled up its neck, lifting it from the liquid.

It's just a dying struggle.

It has long been used to the horrible behavior of these prisoners when faced with threats, and has long been tired of this boring game.Now its greatest joy is not talking with prisoners, but studying how biological instincts affect the spiritual body.

What I want to try today is to what level can the spiritual body stuffed into the silicon-based shell resist the need for mating|mating.

The cold liquid had completely washed the body clean. Jarowett looked into the despairing eyes of the spiritual body, and the gleaming needle cut into the prisoner's blood.

……

The research went a step further, but unsurprisingly, it was still pretty boring.

The solid shell made of light disappeared on the body surface. Jarowett manipulated the culture tank to sink into the ground, ordered the jailer to take away the dying prisoners, and the robot automatically cleaned up the mess.

——It's a pity for these culture fluids.

The warden thought, and pulled down the energy gate.The cage of light disappeared without a trace on the planet. It stared at the bright starlight on the sky and began its routine practice.