Nonhuman Evolution Guide

"So you mean, what do they have to do with the alien race?"

"I don't know, no one knows." Wieland picked up a small test tube and held it up in front of his eyes, the bottom was lightly covered with a layer of black oily liquid, "Before I met you, I never thought , but non-living organic matter can turn a squishy worm into a very aggressive alien creature, let alone it can actually work on humans-so I mean, what else is impossible where?"

Zhang Lin moved the tip of his tail involuntarily, staring at the sharp edge of the bone tail.

Wieland pinched the test tube and looked at him, "Your expression seems to say——you don't know if you can trust me."

Zhang Lin sighed pretentiously, "You guessed it."

Wieland looked contemptuous, "What do you want to say?"

"I think about it," Zhang Lin said, "That's right, there is a point of view like this - I should have told you that in the future you think that engineers are the creators of human beings." Wieland nodded, Zhang Lin continued: "But have you ever looked at that mural in the middle of the cargo hold of the Engineer spaceship? That species...is called the Alien. There is a view that the Alien created the Engineer, and the Engineer created humans—or that the Alien created humans, Engineers just brought genes to Earth."

Wieland looked at Zhang Lin and didn't speak for a while.After a while, he lowered his eyelids, "The point of view you mentioned...was put forward by those fish lips scientists."

Zhang Lin hesitated, "I can't say it's them..."

"That's one of them," Wieland said blankly, "Cooper?"

Zhang Lin: "..."

Wieland sneered, "A physicist with a fish lip, a whimsical one."

Zhang Lin: "It's easy to be shot to death with random map guns."

"However," Wieland said lazily, raising his eyelids a little, "I agree with him."

Zhang Lin: "..." It's a miracle that Wielander hasn't been beaten to death until now. If it is said that Wielander Company doesn't have private armed forces, no one will believe it.However, Wieland seemed to really not want to bring people from another world here, and would rather hang his life by a thread than bring his own strength to break the boundary between the two worlds.

By the way, Zhang Lin tilted his head, "You've been away from your world for so long, don't you feel homesick?"

"What do you miss?" Wieland returned his attention to the test tube in his hand, "My son...my David has passed away. I miss how powerless I am in that world, and I miss decades later The possibility of sneaking up here on the Prometheus to die? No. Look at me, I'm not dead yet, and as long as I don't die, as long as I bring back what I want, I can change everything."

Zhang Lin looked at Wieland gnashing his teeth at the test tube, as if he saw some old enemy from inside, and felt that he was vaguely aware of something bad. "No matter what you want to change...you can't change David's ending, he's dead—whether in this world or yours, he's dead."

Wieland's hand holding the test tube trembled, almost breaking the fragile glass vessel.

"Sir?" The robot next to him noticed his movement.

Wieland raised a hand to stop David from coming, "Continue with your work, David."

"Okay, sir." David replied obediently.

Zhang Lin watched Wieland's reaction coldly, and realized that he might have guessed the idea of ​​this conceited scientist. "I'm sorry, Mr. Wieland... Maybe you don't have this story in this world, maybe you never read the story, can I tell you one?" Although he asked this, he continued without waiting for Wieland's answer It went on: "There was a scientist whose son was seriously ill. He was powerless to prevent the death of his son. He could only watch the child die in pain. Do you know what he did afterwards?"

Wieland firmly grasped the edge of the experimental table.

"He brought another son of himself from the parallel universe, cured the child's illness, and left him in his own world." Zhang Lin slowed down his speech meaningfully, watching Wieland's reaction .

"Is this true?" Wieland turned his head abruptly, suppressing his excitement and asked, "This story... did it really happen?"

"It may be real, or it may not be." Zhang Lin replied, "It's like I never thought that Wieland might actually exist in a parallel universe—but it's also possible that it's just a story That's all."

Wieland slowly met Zhang Lin's gaze, and the latter smiled, "Whether it's true or fabricated, a story always has an ending—do you want to hear the ending?"

"What... the ending?" Wieland's voice was hoarse, as if it was a different person.

"That child grew up safely and is very smart, worthy of being the son of a scientist." Zhang Lin said, seeing Wieland's shoulders shake violently, and then added, "But the war between the two worlds has never been stopped."

Seeing the drastic change in the expression on Wieland's face, Zhang Lin said softly, "Do you understand yourself? If another you will be as smart as this one... what should you do?"

Wieland remained silent and didn't answer, only pinching his fingers on the edge of the laboratory table more and more tightly.

"I'm sorry to mention this, Peter." Zhang Lin said, "If possible, you will try to keep Howard alive, right?"

Wieland glanced at Howard lying unconscious next to him in a daze, "Yes... yes."

Zhang Lin knows that Peter Wieland has only two greatest wishes in his life, one is the philosophy of Wieland Corporation - to build a better world, and the other is to keep his son David, who died prematurely, alive .

The former may still be realized in later generations, while the latter has lost even hope.

Until Zhang Lin's arrival changed everything.

Zhang Lin had always had a vague feeling that Wieland was so active, but he couldn't guess what it was. He didn't expect that a casual sentence today would just lead to this question that had troubled him for a long time, and he got the answer.

He also didn't want to puncture Wieland's fantasy so that he would never recover from a setback-maybe not so exaggerated, but it would not be as positive as before.

If he didn't do this, with Wieland's arrogance and serious obsession, he might really go to another world to snatch his son.

During their conversation, the artificial intelligence was always on the sidelines strictly following Wieland's instructions, with a serious expression, as if the only thing to do was to treat Howard.

Though their words are turned into a string of characters word for word, occupying a small place permanently in storage space.

"Sir?" David came over, holding an injection, "It's finished, do you need to inject Mr. Howard immediately?"

Wieland nodded wildly and waved him.

The dark blue eyes stayed on him for a moment, then turned around to carry out his order.

Zhang Lin didn't stop David. He believed that Wieland still had this bit of professionalism, and he wouldn't drag Howard to bury his son, who had died for many years, with him just because he suffered a huge blow.

"Peter, do you need anything more from me?" Zhang Lin stood up, drawing Wieland's attention, "If not, I think maybe I should leave."

"David will take you to your room." Wieland lowered his head and said in a low voice, "If there is any news from Worowitz, I will also ask David to inform you."

David looked away from Wieland and nodded at Zhang Lin.Zhang Lin raised a hand to him to signal to wait a moment. He looked at the depressed Wieland and felt that the blow was indeed a bit big, and it might even make Wieland unable to recover from the setback.

"Maybe it's a bit abrupt for him to ask, Peter, I think you must have preserved David's DNA, am I right?"

Wieland's body stiffened for a moment, but he didn't deny it.

"But you didn't clone David, because you considered many... many things. You can't clone a David and tell yourself that it is him." Zhang Lin looked at Wieland, "You can restrain yourself, at least once Can—I can only say that if there is a chance, if you can still restrain yourself as before, I would like to accompany you to see David."

Wieland was silent.

Zhang Lin turned to the artificial intelligence and nodded to him.

David led the way, and Zhang Lin followed him through several corridors. The layout of the entire space was roughly like this. The laboratory and the living area were far away from each other, separated by the ventilation hole in the center of the spaceship, and on both sides were the temporary lounge and a In the empty, well-sealed room, the door was separated by some kind of metal railing, as if to avoid being touched.

Zhang Lin asked David, "What is that room for? A spare laboratory that hasn't been moved in yet?"

David shook his head, "No, sir, this is for servants of God."

It was only then that Zhang Lin remembered that they still had a servant of God. "Wait, so what is Peter going to do with it? You have also seen his state... Is it a bit dangerous for that thing to stay in the spaceship next door? What if it escapes? Also," Zhang Lin pointed to his Legs, "May I ask, is there still a chance it will be its turn tonight? Or can I prepare to take this circle of amber into bed and sleep?"

David glanced at him apologetically, "I'm sorry, sir, this problem is easy to deal with, we can go to the living area to solve it." Seeing Zhang Lin's puzzled expression, David continued: "That's right, because There's always been some danger here, so Mr Wieland has been keeping aerosol cans and solvents in every room in case of an attack."

Only then did Zhang Lin realize that the life here is indeed very hard, and Wieland is fine with it. As a self-made savior, it’s really nothing to suffer this little bit—but the four nerds grew up in a comic shop. If they're here for days and the only complaints about that are not being able to sleep naked and not enough toilets, that's really commendable.

The rooms here are closely related to the internal structure of the spaceship. The design cleverly uses the space here, and successfully allows people in the bedroom to see other bedrooms clearly without blurring the entire space when the materials are all transparent. There are unobstructed views of the laboratories and rest areas.In the same way, from the laboratory side, you will not see what people are doing in the bedroom, which can be regarded as avoiding a little bit of embarrassment.

"Speaking of which, I still have a question, David." Zhang Lin looked around, "Why did Peter use tempered glass to build the entire area? Don't you think it's... strange?"

"Before, only my husband and I lived here, which is nothing." David said, "And these glasses are mixed with materials that trap the servants of God, and their rigidity and toughness are very good, at least in the known Among the tools, we haven’t found a way to destroy it yet. But since other people have moved in, Mr. Wieland has been developing a paint that can effectively protect people’s privacy.”

Zhang Lin nodded, hoping that those paints could be more reliable.Otherwise, suppose they were sleeping one day, and the worms or monsters outside suddenly attacked here, hitting the whole spaceship and shaking, so people were awakened one after another, got out of bed and found that the paint was peeling off, and they could only stare at each other naked— — That would be too tragic, Zhang Lin could even understand Raj's complaints.

When Zhang Lin and David arrived at the living area, they didn't need to enter the door to see from a distance the nerds playing their weird nerd board games in a circle.

Leonard sat facing Zhang Lin, immediately spotted him and David, and then seemed to tell the other two.Immediately afterwards, the nerds opened the door, "Hey, Zhang, over there..."

"It's not over yet," Zhang Lin replied, "but the situation looks good. Peter said that as soon as there is news from Howard, you will be notified."

"I think I can finally play a good game of three-dimensional chess." Leonard said with a sigh of relief, leaning against the wall.

"Although you are making excuses for your failure, Leonard, I am still available at any time. Or rather-my IQ has always remained at this level." Sheldon gestured above Howard, the short The physicist flushed with anger.

Zhang Linchong waved his hand at them, "Play with you first, don't have too much psychological burden, visually guess Howard should successfully mutate into a zombie man - just kidding, but I don't mind biting you if you have needs, maybe you will become Being Alien...I'm going to get this ring off my leg first, it's so annoying."

David led Zhang Lin into another room, which seemed to be Wieland's room, and the nerds went back to their room arguing about something.

Wieland's bedroom is very ordinary. Compared with the situation where nerds are piled up on the table, there are only a few books on the coffee table here.David went to the bedside table and found a tube of ointment and some tools from the bottom.

David first smeared a little paste on Zhang Lin's material surface on Zhang Lin's leg, and then there was a hissing sound quickly, and wisps of white smoke floated upwards.David tapped lightly at several points quickly, and the matter fell in response, making a crisp sound as it fell to the ground.

"Thank you." Zhang Lin said dryly to the artificial intelligence.Just now he almost thought that David was going to burn his leg, and then happily told Wieland that everything on Zhang Lin's leg had been removed now—including the leg.

"You're welcome, sir." The robot replied programmatically, "I'm going back to Mr. Wieland, once there is news from Mr. Wolowitz, I will inform you, the room number 104 is your room."

After David left, Zhang Lin stood up in a daze, pushed open the door and walked towards his own room. The otaku next to him saw him and raised their hands to invite him in to play board games together, but this scene got into Zhang Lin's room. Lin's mind slipped again, and he didn't even realize that the nerds were inviting him.

Finally he walked to the door of 104 and frowned at the door.

From the perspective of his native language, this homonym is really difficult to like-but it would be nice to have a place to sleep.

Zhang Lin plunged into the pillow, and his whole body was in the shape of "wood"—yes, because there was also a drooping bone tail, which dragged to the foot of the bed.