Nonhuman Evolution Guide

"David." Wieland replied subconsciously.

"Nice to meet you... first time seeing you, sir." The eighth generation of David had the exact same voice as the second generation of David. It seemed that for a moment, Wieland even forgot how much his current situation was Oops.He stared at David's face, and stroked the artificial intelligence's cheek with his fingertips.The artificial skin of the latest model completely simulates the real touch, making it difficult to tell the real from the fake.

"You look like...really."

The second generation of David knelt down on one knee and helped Wieland. Seeing the same face inside, he tilted his head a little.

If the one in front of him was the David Wieland knew, he could immediately guess what David would answer—"I'm not real, sir." "Your son has passed away, sir."

But this time, David Badai just looked at him for tens of seconds before gently answering: "I don't think I am, sir."

Wieland suddenly remembered that his youngest son, who died young, also had such a pair of dark blue pupils... also named David.

"What is he doing?" Howard whispered to Zhang Lin, "Isn't he dying?"

"If you keep talking about it, you're going to die." Zhang Lin also answered Howard in a low voice, "Look, he's not a good guy—do your job."

Howard was so tired that his face was covered with sweat, mixed with mud horizontally and vertically, almost agreeing with the oil-stealing trio in appearance.He glared at Zhang Lin, who flicked his tail at him, "Look, I'm not a good person either."

The frail, lame little dwarf resigned himself to rolling aside to build the experimental equipment.

Wieland put his hand behind David VIII's neck, and sure enough he found an extremely hidden gap.At this time, Wieland was already struggling a little due to the infection. He picked up the head of David Eight Generations as carefully as possible. This movement made the last trace of blood fade from his face, "David... this feeling , it may be a little strange, I hope you don't mind - I need to replace your computing core and storage module, so that you can help me...to do something."

"Of course not, sir." Davy replied, "May I make a request?"

Wieland stopped, panting, and looked at him.

"I hope to integrate the memory code of the 'other me', so that I can understand you better. I don't have much memory of the past you, and the other Mr. Wieland has not imbued me with 'history'."

Wieland subconsciously looked at the second generation of David next to him, and the artificial intelligence smiled as usual.

"Of course." Wieland replied, "I also hope that you can get to know me better... David."

"Thank you, sir." David Eighth replied.

Wieland didn't hesitate anymore, and directly took out a chip covered with white insulating glue from the hidden door behind David Eighth's neck.

"David," he turned to the other full AI, "I'm sorry."

He put his hand behind David II's head and turned off his power, and the robot smiled and closed its eyes.

Wieland took out another chip with a similar shape and placed it in his open palm.This is a pure black sheet, with tiny lines engraved with extremely precise instruments on the edge. If you zoom in, you can find that this is the logo of Wieland Corporation, a letter W, and a sentence - "Build a better world" .

He quickly connected the chip to the computer, a large amount of data quickly slid on the screen, and Wieland pressed the confirmation button.

Everything will restart, and a higher intelligence, "better" David slowly opens his eyes.

"Sir," David stared at him with dark blue eyes, and said in a tone as realistic as his dream, "—you are dangerous, according to the memory of 'another me'...you have wasted a lot of time."

Wieland suddenly felt as if he had lost something.

But he didn't have time to think about it, he had to live - that was all that mattered.

David came over to support him, he felt a little dizzy, and he had to hurry up.But at this moment, David suddenly let go of his hand, and Wieland staggered into the experimental table.

David stood where he was, without moving for a few seconds.

After a while, the robot seemed to be activated suddenly, and stepped forward to support Wieland, who was black in front of his eyes.

"I'm sorry, sir, the hardware system doesn't seem to match." David looked at Wieland, a pale shadow reflected in his clear pupils, "but you need to pay attention to your own situation first."

Wieland almost leaned on David's body and kept sliding down. He could only keep standing if he barely supported the experimental table.

"David... put the sample in the centrifuge."

Behind the two busy and gay figures, two other figures sat side by side.

"I thought he really needed my help," Howard said with a disappointed face. "My arm will be so sore tomorrow that I won't be able to lift it."

"What he wants to study is protozoa," Zhang Linliang found out and wanted to comfort Howard, "You are a physicist, and your major is wrong."

"But my girlfriend is a microbiologist!" Howard's dark face was full of indignation.

"Yes." Zhang Lin thought for a while, "So she earns more than you."

Howard: "..."

"I didn't mention PhD." Zhang Lin said.

Howard retorted angrily: "But you even—"

Zhang Lin folded his hands on his chest, his bone tail suddenly stood up, and shook a few times in front of Howard.

Howard shut up.

Time passed by every minute and every second, Zhang Lin appeared to be at ease on the surface, but in fact, a sense of anxiety was slowly growing in his heart.

If Wieland is really dead, then he should almost give up treatment.

This anxiety intensified, like an inexplicable heat rising in his chest, Zhang Lin couldn't help but undo the two buttons on his neckline.

But the problem was that he was wearing a white coat now... Howard looked at him in shock for a moment, and then showed a panicked expression.Zhang Lin was already very irritable, and couldn't help but raised his head suddenly, staring at Howard viciously: "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with you... No, what do you want to do?" Howard asked in horror.Since Zhang Lin had been wearing the neutral gear in his white coat, there was nothing left after unbuttoning two buttons, half of his chest was exposed, and he looked quite hooligan.

However, Zhang Lin couldn't answer Howard at this time. He is really not well now, and the burning feeling from the depths of his cells has returned. What makes him suffer more than the pain is the sudden and huge fear. He didn't know what was going to happen this time.He moved a little, trying to stand up from the ground, but he knelt down with weak knees, and his fingers sank deeply into the mud that had accumulated for many years on the spaceship deck.

Only this time did Howard realize that something had really happened. He quickly stood up and looked around, only to meet Wieland who was walking towards him.

Weiland followed David, and the two looked down at Zhang Lin on the ground. Howard suddenly didn't dare to say anything.

Eventually Wieland raised a hand, and David handed over a syringe.

"The worst thing happened." Wieland grabbed Zhang Lin by the collar and threw him on the ground, glanced at his bony tail, "I can live only if you live—and if I die No one can help you."

It's a pity that Zhang Lin, who was almost in a coma, didn't listen to these words at all. He was so weak that even his instincts disappeared, and he didn't resist the weak scientist at all.

Wieland grabbed the syringe and stuck it into Zhang Lin's carotid artery, pushing the light gray liquid inside.

After a few minutes, Zhang Lin's eyes gradually cleared up, but he immediately felt that something was wrong.

"Where's my tail?"

"It fell off naturally." Wieland, who was standing beside him, replied.

Zhang Lin: "!"

"It will grow out in a while, according to my inference - you must have grown out before." Wieland's gaze from above made Zhang Lin feel a little uncomfortable, "As I said before, Something changes your anti-sequence to a positive sequence, apparently this protozoa, which breaks chains and bonds easily, and only stops when it generates the positive sequence in you - so it kills humans. But your genetics are... weird, resisting it, respawning the reverse sequence. So in theory, after a while, you'll pop out a little bit of your original form and stay in balance. But just now you touched the protozoa , Its effect overwhelms you, it wants you to become a human, so it intends to help your cells actively die, and then get rid of your monster tail."

"Then what did you do to me?" Zhang Lin stroked his neck subconsciously.

Wieland squatted down in front of him, "I injected you with some extract--the previous concentration was insufficient, and the two forces in your body were at war, and before your tail fell off in time, you died."

Zhang Lin was very unhappy with this understatement, because he didn't want to die at all.

"Then what do you need me for?" He raised his eyelids and looked at Wieland, "Don't say you don't need me at all, you just came to save me in the spirit of the Red Cross."

Wieland took another syringe from David, which contained a light red liquid. "Your genes, your positive sequences are floating in my cells right now - the protozoa will stop tearing the strands of my DNA when they encounter them. If there's nothing wrong, I'm going to find a way back to Earth - I have a lot more to do, like figure out what 'Virus Zhang' is doing in my cells, and believe me, I don't want to grow a sticky tentacle at all."

Zhang Lin suddenly remembered what he wanted to ask Wieland just now, "My hearing—my alien hearing has recovered."

“They were there—you were supposed to be called ‘alien’?” Wieland said. “The positive sequence just canceled your slimy appearance and made you a human-like creature, but you were never human. .I guess, maybe your brain senses the crisis, protects you, and wants to disguise you - so it lowers your sensory threshold. When you encounter protozoa, it makes them 'live' again gone."

Zhang Lin only noticed Wieland's first sentence, no matter how much he looked like, he was never human.

Wieland moved over a small suitcase, and there were about twenty syringes stuck in the middle of the flannelette, all of which were light gray liquid. "Did you see, this thing will temporarily turn you into a human being—oh, but the tail falls and grows back, only you know how uncomfortable it is."

Zhang Lin picked up one, played with it in his hands for a while, then raised his head, "Do you know what I want to ask - this thing is good, but is there something that has the opposite effect?"

"Make you completely alien?" Wieland and Zhang Lin looked at each other, "Believe me, I hope you can do this more than you, but for the time being, no." The scientist said while closing the lid of the suitcase. Lid, then paused, "But I'm Peter Wieland."