father

The fat man curled up into a ball, his fair face twisted.

Emerson was sitting a few steps away. He was half leaning on the edge of the table. The table was filled with exquisite food. The constant temperature porcelain ensured that the food would not lose its due taste. Layers of aromas harmoniously Mix and match as a whole to arouse people's appetite to the greatest extent.Emerson watched the fat man twitching in the corner, smiled, and clapped his hands. A naked stunner picked up a dish and walked towards the fat man.

"How long will you be self-willed?" The old man's tone seemed to be instructing the rebellious child: "I know very well that what you feared most when you were struggling in the seventh district in the past was not death, but hunger."

The woman holding the plate has big breasts and buttocks, with a blurred look on her sexy face, as if she is luring everyone to conquer her.In the eyes of other men, it can be called the ultimate stunner, but the fat man behaved at this time as if he had seen the most terrifying and disgusting existence in the world. Retching several times.

In stark contrast to the fat man's eyes when he looked at the woman, the fat man's eyes when he saw the food in the woman's hand was an expression of eagerness and desire to the extreme.

Emerson was quite right. Fatty's greatest fear was not death. He had an almost neurotic fear of hunger.When he was in the slums, the fat man lost count of the number of times he went desperately for food.How long has it been?Ever since he was caught as a guinea pig, he has never experienced this kind of cramped, empty, extreme hunger, and even he has somewhat forgotten, the burning pain that wrings everything out and almost wants to pull out his intestines and dig out his stomach. pain.

Emerson didn't make the fat man go on a hunger strike—for the only "precious" father's body today, Emerson never allowed the fat man's body to be affected in the slightest.But it's just physical, who cares spiritually?Even if the fat man becomes an idiot, as long as he can still have sex, who cares about him.So the fat man's usual food was canceled and replaced by a failed food nutrient.

It is said to be a failure, because although that food nutrient can fully satisfy a person's daily energy supply, it has a fatal flaw, that is, it cannot eliminate hunger.Hunger is actually produced by the stimulation of the human feeding center. When a person is hungry, the stomach will release a hormone that stimulates the feeding center to produce hunger. The process of eating will inhibit the production of this hormone.However, this nutrient does not eliminate the hormones released by the stomach, so that the human brain will always think that the body is in a state of "hunger".Even if your stomach bursts from eating and the food overflows, you still only feel hungry.

There is nothing wrong with Fatty's body, but mentally, he has been hungry for more than 25 days.Not to mention the fat man who is more afraid of hunger than ordinary people, the hunger almost drives the fat man crazy.

Emerson's request was simple, want real food, yes, go back to his stallion work!

so hungry...so hungry...

His stomach was burning and his intestines were tangled together. It was an illusion created by his brain, but it made him feel more painful than any hunger.

The food is right in front of you... Can I eat it... Yes... I really want to eat it... Let's eat it... Eat... Eat...

……don't want……

The fat man whimpered, and the tears fell again.

No, no, I've seen it, I can't escape it, those are his children, those are his children, they are his half body, he has to be responsible for them.

So that's all he can do?As long as no other children are born, you'll be fine, right?He doesn't have to bear more weight and sins, does he?

But I'm really hungry, I'm so hungry that I'm about to die, I'm so hungry that my eyes are full of white flowers... That's food... Is it food?

Emerson stared at the fat man's gradually cloudy eyes, knowing that the fat man was about to reach his limit.It was indeed beyond Emerson's expectation that the fat man had supported for so long. The old man stood up neatly and walked out, notifying the person in charge to bring over the hormones that increase the success rate of conception.

The ancient China on the ancient earth is indeed a treasure. Isn't there a sentence that best interprets the current situation?

Food color, sex too.

A few days later, Emerson received a report: the copulation was very successful, and after using hormones, the incubator was in good condition, and there was a great possibility that a second new human would be produced.

The old man looked at the glass tank in front of him, and the young man with black hair and red eyes half-closed his eyes. The world was blurred in the red, and did not enter those bright red eyes.The first generation has been in this semi-awake state since that meeting. Although he opened his eyes, he didn't move at all, like a lifeless doll, which didn't look much different from the previous false sleep.But the screen clearly shows that the unlocking rate of the restricted area in the first generation is maintained at 50%, which is much better than the original 1%.The problem they are now facing is how to ensure a high rate of brain unlocking while coordinating the physical endurance of the new human beings.Domi in the past is a good example.

What baffled the people at the institute was Emerson's behavior.

The old man transferred the first generation to a closed research room, and no one was allowed to touch the first generation except accompanied by Emerson.This doesn't seem like an old man's behavior, much less the behavior of a parent's program executor.

Emerson's eyes reflecting the shadow of the first generation were absent-minded and confused for a while, and finally returned to that kind of crazy rationality.

"Hehehe...are you using me?"

He pressed his temple with one hand, and propped himself on the glass tank with the other, his eyes were full of helpless madness.

"It doesn't matter, the force of use is mutual. As long as you are still using me, I have no worries-you won't destroy everything right away. You have this ability. I know very well that what I have done monster. If so, then what are you waiting for?"

"You and I are the relationship between the hunter and the prey. No matter how the chessboard is turned in the future, at least for now, I am the hunter."

The old man's eyes were bloodshot, and his eerie laughter echoed in the empty research room.

"So, let me think about it, what kind of cage should I prepare for your next brother?"