Nonhuman Evolution Guide

"Then things will be much simpler." Zhang Lin poked Wieland, who had just walked in next to him, and shrugged in the other's anger, "You can modify the three laws, right?"

Wieland was startled, "No!"

Zhang Lin looked at him meaningfully, "Can't, or don't want to?"

"No." Wieland replied resolutely. "The artificial intelligence project has always been one of the goals of our company. I can't take the lead in breaking the three laws. I absolutely can't do this-it will destroy my company."

Zhang Lin nodded disapprovingly, "Okay, I understand." He blinked at David behind him, and the artificial intelligence still had the usual expression.

"It seems that you have solved a lot of problems," Dumbledore smiled, and looked at Zhang Lin amid Wieland's "not at all" protest, "but why did you come here?"

"Old problem, in order to save the world." Zhang Lin looked directly into Dumbledore's sharp blue eyes, "I need to borrow St. Mungo, and I need you to help us find some healers - time is running out."

Dumbledore frowned slightly, showing a serious expression, "May I ask the reason?"

"Because he is going to die," Zhang Lin looked at the calm big blue bottle next to him, "the face hugger parasitized him."

Dumbledore: "..."

The old wizard showed a restless expression, frowning and examining Zhang Lin from above the half-moon lens, "I don't think I understand..."

"This is the most appropriate. It shouldn't be parasitic on humans. It's not good for it." The big blue bottle said suddenly, "It's our daughter."

Dumbledore's restless expression was replaced by a bearded expression, and he pushed up the lens with a high nose bridge under the surprised eyes of the old headmasters in all the portraits, "Wait a minute...Mr. Zhang, I remember you Did you say that the facehugger was... born to you?"

Zhang Lin: "..."

"It's our daughter." The big blue bottle repeated calmly.

Dumbledore looked complicated, he looked at the bald man who was obviously much taller than the people on Earth, and his skin was as pale as if he had never seen the sun, and slowly showed a little understanding expression, "You said 'it shouldn't Parasitic on humans', you mean..."

Zhang Lin interrupted, "No, I just want to say... In fact, he can also lay eggs. Of course, the eggs I lay can save the world, so..."

"Ours." The big blue bottle suddenly interrupted Zhang Lin, and slowly stroked his chest, "It's here. Twice, it has my genes."

Zhang Lin: "..."

Dumbledore's expression became more and more complicated.Although Zhang Lin showed a tense expression, he still felt that the essence of this confrontation still hurt him deeply.In other words—"Do you have to fight for custody at this time?" Wieland asked from the side.

Zhang Lin and the big blue bottle: "..."

"We are not divorced..." Zhang Lin said with difficulty.

"Then it's too early to be jealous." Wieland said angrily, "Let's talk about business."

The deep and pure dark blue pupils of the big blue bottle stared deeply at Zhang Lin, who was finally defeated, "Okay, do whatever you want, in a word, Professor Dumbledore, I hope you can help us solve this problem. The egg is now on his heart, and I can control it, but it's just a newborn, it can't guarantee its own behavior, and if things go wrong, I need a therapist."

Dumbledore pondered, and he blinked after a while, "Actually, I really can't provide you with a St. Mungo's bed now... Or, the Ministry of Magic is very resistant to me and my people now, they will monitor everything."

"Including our present appearance?" Zhang Lin asked.

Dumbledore smiled, and glanced slightly towards the door, "Sorry, I think at least, I'm still the headmaster of this school."

"You have worked hard." Zhang Lin said sincerely.

Dumbledore nodded and continued, "But even if St. Mungo's plan cannot be realized, I do have some experience with healing magic—to be honest, it's not very advanced, but healing trauma is not as important to a wizard. It's not a very difficult thing."

This was a surprise, Zhang Lin suddenly felt that he had to re-examine the power of magic.Or rather, human intelligence.Given thousands of years of time for human beings, even if there was only a small flickering flame, human beings would always make it burn.

Immediately afterwards, Dumbledore spread his hands with a wry smile, "If you have any preparations, you can do it here—in fact, in the entire school, the most I can provide is such a principal's office .”

Zhang Lin suddenly felt apologetic. He raised his head and looked at the elderly wizard seriously, and replied seriously, "Thank you."

Dumbledore smiled, but did not answer.

The otaku next to them looked at each other and put down their backpacks.With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore made room for them to come out.

"How long will it be born?" Wieland asked Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin shrugged, "I don't know, it also follows the feeling...Maybe two hours, or three hours, anyway, it won't be too long."

The big blue bottle lowered its eyes slightly, not knowing what it was thinking.Zhang Lin stood in front of him, "You can open your mind to me, but you never did before."

The alien slowly raised his head, "Humans don't share their own minds."

"Oh, so now you consider yourself a human being." Zhang Lin said blankly, "But when it parasitized you, you did that to me."

The big blue bottle opened its mouth and said softly: "You are very worried."

Zhang Lin was uncontrollably embarrassed, and then answered his alien viciously: "No, I didn't."

"You do." Wieland next to him said coolly.

"It's none of your business," Zhang Lin was irritated by the scientist who came out halfway, "Go find your partner."

Wieland's smile faded back.

Zhang Lin suddenly thought that Wieland once had a son... If it wasn't a son who was masturbated to a test tube in the laboratory, then it proved that he might have a wife.

"Shut your stupid mouth." Wieland said to Zhang Lin with a cold face.

Zhang Lin closed his mouth that had been open for a long time, "I would like to ask..."

"Dead," Wieland said. "After David died, she killed herself."

There is some kind of bright blue thing reflecting a little light, but when Mr. Scientist followed and turned his head in doubt, he only saw his artificial intelligence next to him, working with his head down seriously.Wieland frowned, and turned his face away again.

Zhang Lingang's closed mouth opened again, Wieland was full of annoyance, "Can you stop showing such a stupid expression, although it is very appropriate, but enough!"

It's a pity that Zhang Lin has long been as thick-skinned as a steel plate in his years of getting along with scientists, and a little taunting skill can't break his defense at all.Zhang Lin stared at Wieland dumbfounded, and subconsciously said, "It's so similar..."

"Like what?" Wieland asked with a frown.

Zhang Lin suddenly closed his mouth.He once told Wieland a story about robbing his son instead of destroying the world. In that story, the scientist's wife committed suicide.Smart people are sometimes very easy to dig into the corners of the earth. Now, no one can tell whether Wieland is for the young son David who died young or for an obsession.They are busy saving the world now, but once the matter is over and the scientists are free again, it is inevitable that they will think about it again-this matter that has plagued him for many years and even gave the company's first generation of artificial intelligence the same name. matter.

"It's nothing," Zhang Lin said resolutely, "I'm sorry, Peter. But I'm glad it didn't change you—at least it didn't change you last time, but let you create the myth of Wieland Corporation. "

Wieland snorted, "Okay, I understand, your acting skills are too bad. What I promised you... will not change."

Zhang Lin: "..."