Chapter 603: One wave has not yet settled
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The air is clean, the temperature is pleasant, and there is a faint fragrance from natural products.
No dangerous message.
Before visual and auditory recovery, the olfactory receptor first transmits this message to the cerebral cortex and begins to activate other parts in turn.
Belisaliu Kaor's thinking data begins to recover.
Just like the puzzle pieces are recombined into a complete picture, each sub-Call's copy mind now has to start going back to where they should be until the last piece of the puzzle walks back, tightly, yes, that's it.
His perception was reconstructed.
But his loyal friend and assistant Qiu Fo-87 are not here at this moment, so he cannot know from the other party's records that he will be offline and re-on.
Belisaliu initially thought that his current perception was nothing more than another random subspace spiritual link communication that occurred during his downtime, or a memory of a fragment of soul absorbed by Lord Kaul lost in the corner.
Because he was lying flat - in terms of the structure of the huge mechanical body of the Great Sage, he usually had to stand up and stuck himself into a high frame, remove most of the extra appendages, research equipment and weapons, and link them into the network of his laboratory. This is his relaxed meditation after work, and his only sleep.
But he was lying flat now, just as he was still the young, who regarded the flesh and blood of human beings as the greatest and beautiful miracle in the universe, and therefore refused to mechanize his own builder—it should have been—sizi—melting furnace—flesh—living creature—sizi—revenge—
A nameless headache invaded him. When it faded like a tide, it took away his memory of the headache and those too old noises.
The sensor on his left hand's skin conveyed a touch to his brain to the soft and dry fabric, his fingertips slashed through the cotton sheets, expensive and nostalgic natural plant fiber fabric, while a very primitive chemical smell drifted across the end of his nose.
"The most primitive anionic surfactant...?... But why do you need to use food to make it? The utilization efficiency seems very low, and oils should have better energy conversion places."
"Active agent? Food? What are you talking about? Master? How do you feel?"
The person sitting beside his bed asked.
This is an eight-foot-tall man with milky skin, but his plain and rough facial features are more obvious on the white skin by countless scribbled cuts and stitches, making the whole face look awful, and he is staring at Kaul.
Kaul looked at him, too.
"Alpha?"
A trace of gloom flashed in those eyes, but he spoke conscientiously. "It's me. My master, do you have any needs?"
"No, I've never felt so good. But where is this? I seem to lack some real-time data on the current situation, and many of my external devices have been removed during shutdown?"
Kaul asked casually, and prepared to use his original two arms to support the connection and cable of the lower body that was converted into a mixture of metal worms, tentacles, centipedes, spiders and scorpions long ago - since he could lie flat, there was obviously no limbs for him to move as usual. His upper body was originally designed to be separated from the heavy lower body chassis of his alien chariot from the bottom of his lumbar spine. They usually rely on the huge metal external spine that penetrates his back to the back of his neck for additional strengthening connections and fixation.
But he stopped again.
Kaul pulled open the thin quilt on his legs, and there were two beautiful silver metal bionic prosthetics below. This forging technique and detail processing method of this kind of special material can only be done by one person. It is made by Galipo Desima. It is simple in function, but absolutely practical and has an infinite close experience to the original limbs. The latter is more than a hundred times more difficult than installing ten different weapons and biochemical claws on top.
He curled his toes and immediately sent a signal from his brain that his toes grabbed the sheets, as if they were already on the torso he had been born with. Hell, Desima, the cunning old Buxiu, must have hidden a hand when he was arguing with him, but this must be a technology related to Magna Dorn, ha! Now...
"Yes, you were hit by some unexpected overload, so after treatment, Lord Pertulabo asked me to wait for you to wake up here. This is the ward of the Iron Blood, or, now it is named Tianming Steel, Master."
Kaur got up from the bed and stood on the ground, finding himself regaining his mortal height. Now he was standing next to the seated head, with some eyes only a few inches higher than the other's head.
This made him a little dazed. For some reason, he stretched out his hand that still retained his skin and touched a particularly thick scar on the top of the head of the original cast: this was a scar cut from the skull cap by the skull saw. Judging from the stacked and hyperplastic scar tissue and suture marks, the cast has undergone many, many craniotomy and adjustments to the cerebral cortex - and these fine adjustments need to be operated in a state of consciousness of the subject.
"Lord...man?" The voice of the head cast had a rare hesitation, but it sounded like a mixture of incredible, disgust, panic and other emotions.
Kaur suddenly smiled, not knowing how inconsistent and abnormal he looked in his eyes.
"Master, are you okay?"
"It's OK, Alpha," he said, "I feel good, very energetic, oh, what's this? You shave it?"
He took a small fruit from the extremely wide palm of the original cast head, which was at a loss. It was supposed to be red, and the bright red peel was carefully removed by the huge combat knife, revealing the light yellow flesh inside, emitting a rich aroma of Rosaceae fruit.
Kaul naturally bites it, and the cold and sweet and crisp juice sprays out from the damaged full cells, splashing colorfully like fireworks in his mouth, bringing a wonderful experience.
"Yes... Lord Ramizane told me that if I was waiting for you when you woke up, I should peel... apples for you."
"He is right, I'm very happy, thank you, my son. Where is Lord Ramizane? I looked at it and there was a task he gave me in my to-do sequence. It's time for us to prepare and say goodbye to him." Belisaliu Kaur walked a few steps forward and found his Ohm Messiah axe leaning against the wall-size seemed to have become smaller? But it was so just right in his hand, just like he had held him for the rest of his life, then it must be that he still needs to check his memory. An accidental shutdown will definitely cause some minor damage, and cognitive dissonance is also one of them, but it will recover quickly.
He had scanned his own data bee colony. The 222 hexagonal data layers were as beautiful, natural and solid as honeycombs. However, he still keenly noticed the collapse of many of his own intelligent replicas, and some links seemed to have suffered serious physical damage, but the problem was not big. This was not the first time in his adventures. As long as he was still there, he could rebuild them.
The Great Sage's red robe slapped his ankles on the edge of his red robe, and found that Shuzhu had not followed, he turned around at the door of the ward in confusion.
"What's wrong? Myson? Worried about the journey to Markulag is too far away?" He softened his tone, "It's okay, the King of Explorer is a great ship that can take us across the galaxy safely, even with subspace storms. And."
He said, "I will protect you, kid."
The eyes of the original cast head are wide open for the first time in thousands of years because of things beyond physical and mental pain.
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On the other hand, in the office where normal office order has been restored, Mr. Ramizane sat behind the desk in a daze, rubbing his eyes and temples.
There was still a big hole on one side of the office wall. Aharin was leading several members of the First Company to work diligently on temporary repair work. Further repair will be carried out after the office owner returns to the bedroom - a certain gene protozoa - someone persists in changing into pajamas and sleeping in his bedroom bed, and then sleeping like an ordinary person for several hours before getting up to work. This is now a fact that the Honor Guard is peacefully accepted.
They even faithfully schedule their own shifts to the outside of the bedroom without someone giving instructions, checking the room where the crew has cleaned, in case of any omissions or something that should not be hidden.
"I obviously didn't use my eyes much today? Why do I feel like I've read a lot of big books? My eyes are so tired."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
"Maybe it's just that you just got a flash of eyes. Didn't you say you were blinding?"
Pertulabo BC turned off the humanoid phantom camouflage, sat in his cockpit, and answered calmly through his voice synthesizer, "The greatest possibility is that he was stimulated by Kaul's momentary overload current to a certain neural area that controls vision."
"It doesn't sound great."
"It's okay. Although my steel body is now... but for ordinary people, it should just cause the feeling of excessive eyes. Just take a good rest for a night."
"What about Dorakaul? I mean, how about Belisaliu Kaul? And the first cast..."
"He has finished treatment and is waiting in the ward to wake up. We found a biological sample in the database of Belakane's Cast World that he left behind when he was studying around the Galaxy. Through it, I, Desima, Pallas, Magna and Honso have made a new body for Kaor, while restoring most of the functions of his master's brain. Now the original cast head is accompanying him by his bed."
"This sounds great!" Ramizane's face showed a look of agreement, "It should be like this, this awkward father and son. Although there is a lot of misunderstanding between them, their hope of reconciliation is still greater than that of the old man... Ahem! It is bigger than your family, after all." He said, "The Kaor family is both his biological son, his eldest son, and his only son. They have been with him for more than three thousand years. They should not always continue like this because of some misunderstandings. Although I also support Shouzhu to beat Kaor hard and speak out his pain loudly, so that this old NERD will realize that it might be better."
The shepherd made some vague grunts from his mouth, as if he was agreeing or just dealing with the remarks purely, but then Ramizane asked in confusion again, "When did you contact Hongso? And so many things you did with Desima, Pallas and Magna? Can you cultivate a new body for him so quickly? Didn't I just be shocked for a while when Kaur tried to hack into the system? All of them were done in such a short time?"
He stared suspiciously at the black and white plush flower dog, whose tail was tightly pressed against the cockpit seat, but his ears inevitably fell a little. He grinned and gave a typical dog-like smile.
"I... said too vaguely, I didn't say it clearly," said Peturabo BC. "It's not a cultivated body. There are many maneuvers in Desima. I mean, Desima has many maneuvers as spare parts. When he received my notice, he changed one of them and put them on Kaor. Hongsuo was similar. We searched Bellakarn's biological database and asked Hongsuo to copy the part of Kaor directly into the blank wet parts. This way, we can save Kaor's personality as soon as possible... I mean, life."
"Excellent! Amazing Pepe!" Ramizane exclaimed, "Isn't this much better than the empire and Mars in the prison? It's too normal for us to do things in chaos without having to go through the purity review of the Mechanical and National Church and hundreds of years of review by the Court of Justice! This is efficient, good."
"That's it." Peturabo's two black ear tips stood up again, and the slightly folded plush tip swayed in the air. "In local process efficiency, the old bureaucracy of the empire cannot be compared with us at all."
"Then why aren't the others here?" He looked around the office, where there was no one else except Aharin who was working. "And why do you look on the tip of your hair...What is this? Is there blood under your hair?"
"Since the matter has been resolved, of course they have done their own business." At the same time, they realized that in order to cover up the whole incident, the black and white sheepdog who had done something more and more wanted to cover up began to try to confuse the audience.
"Is that?" Ramizane said very melancholy, "I thought they would at least wait until they confirm that I was fine before leaving... I also thought I had a good relationship with them..."
"Uh," said the dog, "maybe it was because of an accident that they needed to deal with..."
As he said that, he casually turned his gaze to the surveillance bird Buyi at a certain location, and then he really stopped.
"What accident?"
"I have to deal with it first and then explain it to you!"
Peturabo BC jumped up quickly and began to call Magna and Pallas.
—Yes, before Pertulabo BC’s consciousness returns—
(This chapter ends)