Will Cyber ​​Omega fall in love with electronic pets?

Margaret was chopping vegetables.

This is something that the advertisements released by Tianlihui in the city will not tell—the believers who grow organic vegetables on Tianlihui’s farms rarely have the opportunity to eat organic vegetables.

This is a complete fraud compared with the "life with natural scenery on the farm" released by the Tianli Society, but women like Margaret who live on the farm can't see those advertisements, so they have never discovered this problem.

Like the bottom of the city, they use mass-produced genetically modified fruits and vegetables, genetically modified insect meat, or synthetic protein and synthetic starch for their three meals, and they can’t even put too much seasoning because they don’t pursue the teaching of appetite.

The doctrine says that the organic fruits and vegetables grown should be sent outside to save others as the merciful light of the Heavenly Father.And the young women and girls on the farm, accustomed to poor quality food, are rarely picky.

The same is true for Margaret. Now she is cutting a large dark green cabbage with wide open and closed, and the shredded cabbage is piled up on the chopping board to form a hill.

Hurry up, or the priest will find that the dinner is not ready on time, Margaret thought, and she can verbally command others with her busy hands.

In the steamy kitchen, women with long skirts and white aprons shuttled back and forth. Suddenly the side door opened, and a small head poked in.

It was the teenage girl who had followed Margaret to the fence to wait for someone.

Her long red hair was tied in a pair of twisted braids, hanging on her chest, holding her stomach with her hands clumsily, and shouted at a loss: "Sister Margaret..."

Margaret, who was carrying her back, turned her face sideways: "What's the matter, Anne?"

Anne hesitated.

"Babies in the nursery..."

Margaret frowned, she thought for a few seconds, told Anne to get three men to take her place in the kitchen, then went to the sink to wash her hands, took off her apron, left the kitchen, and trotted to the nursery.

There was the sound of crying loudly in the nursery, and several teenage girls who were in charge of taking care of them were gathered around a cradle, their faces were very similarly full of anxious and worried expressions.

When they heard the sound of someone pushing the door and entering, they all turned their heads and shouted in unison:

"Sister Margaret...!"

"Let me see," said Margaret, stepping forward.

She had already warmed her hands in her sleeves all the way because of cutting and washing vegetables, and her hands became cold in the winter. At this moment, she carefully placed her palms on the crying baby in the cradle, touching the child's forehead, ears and chest cavity. abdomen.

"Ordinary fever."

After checking, Margaret said, she put the baby's clothes back on, held the baby in her arms, patted, or stroked his back, and hummed an unnamed song.

Although he didn't dare to use medicine, and he didn't dare to use ice cubes to cool a baby who was only a few months old in the winter, but as long as he leaned against Margaret's chest, the feverish baby seemed to be much more comfortable.

The girls who were in charge of the nursery today, but couldn't stop the baby from crying, had sparkling eyes. They stared at Margaret as if they were watching an angel, as if they were watching a miracle from the heavenly father.

Margaret herself had another baby in her stomach. After standing with the baby in her arms for a while, the girls pushed a chair for her.She sat down on the chair, and the posture of holding the baby was still standard, which had not changed at all due to fatigue.

The hands stroking the baby's back corresponded to the time of the softly hummed song, and the woman in the red dress looked at the baby in her arms, as gentle as a night light beside the bed, with a warm yellow temperature.

She thought of her baby, sitting in the nursery in the first few months of the baby, taking care of him herself.

It’s true that he had to be sent to another farm in order to study. The priest on that farm would definitely take good care of him, but she still couldn’t help thinking about it. She wanted to know what he ate today when she was chopping vegetables, and what he had recited today when she was praying. Which verse in the Bible.

her child...

Margaret fell into deep thought, then raised her head together with the girls around her.

Someone pushed the door open again.

The person who came was also a woman in a red dress. Her glance at Margaret was as cold as the snow of the previous few days, and she said "sister, the priest is calling you" before turning her head and leaving.

Margaret froze for a moment, wondering if the blond woman and the others had been found out about leaving the farm.

After a while, she rejected this possibility. The woman in the red dress who came in had competed with her for the trust of the priest for several years. If something was exposed, her gaze would not be cold, but gloating.

"I see," Margaret stood up calmly, "I'll go right away."

She put the sleeping baby back in the cradle, bid farewell to the reluctant girls, and walked slowly into the church while thinking about what the priest wanted from her.

The priest was at the holy altar, and of course he was there most of the time.

To Margaret's surprise, there was a stranger beside the priest.

The priest who manages this Tianlihui farm not far from the coast does not know the exact age, but his hair is yellow and white, and his baldness is obvious, but his skin is good, and there are no age spots, and the surrounding area is not obvious.

He is round and short, with a round face, but big and energetic eyes. He wears a black robe that reaches down to his calf, with a cross hanging on his chest.

The priest has always looked like this, and Margaret's eyes did not stop at the controller of this small world, but turned to the other side.

The strange visitor was a middle-aged man with shaved hair and Japanese katakana tattoos on the back of his head with luminous materials. Among the crowded and dimly lit katakana tattoos, a bright red electronic prosthetic eye broke through the skull and installed other superior.

On the front, he is wearing a pair of goggles embedded in the eye socket. The curved brilliance mirror has a dark background color, and images with extremely high pixels are changing on it.

The high-necked black trench coat covered the lower half of the strange visitor's face. Even so, when he raised his head to reveal the flat and big nostrils caused by the removal of his nose and implanting some kind of prosthetic body, the bold Margaret was terrified. There was a pause.

If there is a word for the devil, this is it.

In contrast, the brown-haired man I met outside the fence today was nothing short of normal.

"Marguerite," the old priest heard the footsteps, and turned to her by the holy altar, "do you remember the atonement money paid by those dirty robbers at the beginning of the month, and the machines that exhaled the devil's breath?" , where is it?"

He didn't mean to introduce the stranger to Margarita, but the stranger's eyes looked at her under the goggles with changing patterns.That gaze was full of interest, not like looking at a person but more like looking at something. Margaret could feel it, and lowered her gaze with a stern face so as not to meet his gaze.

She replied: "Yes, Father, I was recorded in the register when I entered the warehouse, and all the things are in the dungeon below. Do you need to call some people to bring them up?"

"No need," the priest shook his head, "Go and get the roster to this gentleman, and then take this gentleman to the dungeon to settle the ransom money with him."

"Okay." Margaret bowed her head and agreed.

She walked quickly to the back of the church, and the strange visitor—obviously the leader of the Campbell Group's squad, with a smile on his lips, nodded with the priest, and followed her to the priest's office.

He watched her pull out a notebook from the desk drawer.

...Is this how the notebook was placed in the drawer before?

Margaret was puzzled for a second, guessing that the priest had taken out the roster.

The roster was originally owned by the priest, and she was only assisting in keeping records.Although the priest seldom reads this roster, it is not something worth caring about.

She didn't say it, but the leader behind her opened his mouth for nothing.

"My God, in 2077 there are still people recording things with pen and paper."

These words are yin and yang, but Margaret has faced the provocations of other red dress sisters for a long time, and she is no longer at the age of taking verbal irony seriously.

She didn't speak, she turned to the record she had made and handed it to the other party.Then he said: "The ransom money is below, please follow me."

The team leader flipped through the paper and said without looking up, "A ransom, ha."

From the outside of the building, it cannot be seen that there are multi-storey basements under the church, and it is so strong and thick that it is rare.However, considering that the war is not over yet, and there are no government-built shelters in the wilderness like in cities, it is not surprising that people with brains will dig a cellar to hide things by themselves.

The size of the basement under the church far exceeds the size of a cellar.The first floor is brightly lit even if there is no one there. Dozens of cylindrical metal cabins are supported by shiny silver robotic hands. Each one is big enough for a person to lie in. They are arranged in two rows on the white tiled floor.

The team leader from the Campbell Group glanced around, a light swept across the goggles, and he didn't know what information he got, so he commented.

"Very old style."

These fully automatic IVF intelligent surgical instruments.

"Tianli earns so much every year, why don't you consider upgrading the equipment?"

Campbell’s staff, who are good at making money and shelling the ground, find it difficult to understand, “It’s not easy to reimburse the account...or is there an upgrade on the account?”

Margaret didn't respond to him.

What is test tube baby?She couldn't understand the words the guest used.

They descended to the second level, which had been the dungeon where punished sisters used to be confined.Fortunately, this dungeon has not been used for a long time, and is now used as a storage room by the priest.

The "ransom money" brought back by those priests is kept here.

Margaret turned on the light, and the leader behind her read the records on the roster, while scanning the large and small instruments piled up around.

The record has turned to the last page, the leader paused, and suddenly started to turn from the beginning.

A few seconds later, he pointed to a line of records and said:

"There is one less."

Margaret is one of the few believers who has the full strength to enter the basement. If something is missing, she is the biggest suspect.

She took a look at what the team leader was pointing at, and found that it was some kind of brain nerve maintenance electromagnetic wave helmet, which was of no use to the priest or other people on the farm. She couldn't help frowning and raised her voice, "This is impossible."

***

Carrying its hatchling on its back, the cat Vermesin ran out of the building, made a full circle before turning back to the direction of the gap in the fence line that came in before.

Under the dim orange-red light of the setting sun, the white-haired young man, who had been unconscious for several days, slept with his head buried on its shoulder, and was wearing a strange-looking helmet that he hadn't had before.

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