The Three Pillar Gods remained silent.
Everyone fell silent before the future.
Our future.
Raise All Humanity.
We were all sorts of bacteria and viruses serving nature—hardworking yeast that helped bread rise, decomposer microbes hiding among leaves and rotting corpses. "What, you don't believe they'll obey our commands, become our lackeys, and fight against you? Do you think their spines will remain straight forever? That they'd rather die than submit?" The old man laughed.
"You should know that domestication is a common method, yet an extremely effective one."
Bu Luoer spoke calmly. "Looking at the history of biology as a whole, you'll realize this. Countless weak-willed creatures exist."
Having already obtained the brain of a "master," he seemed to have become the wisest person in this tribe, another sage on the same level as the Three Pillar Gods.
The two began conversing, and there was vaguely the feeling of two kindred spirits meeting.
"You know, when cultivating fungi, one can use a method called 'selection.'"
He shook the bottle of antibiotics in his hand. "They may not obey at first, but after selecting them for a dozen or so generations and optimizing the breed, that will be enough. They may even forget what kind of organisms they are and believe themselves to be bacteria, while we are their masters."
"And of course we are their masters, because we provide them with perfect food and drink, allowing them to live in a happy paradise."
He shook the bottle again and said calmly, as though stating an obvious fact, "Only when viruses appear will they be deployed as antibiotics. Usually, they are well-fed, well-housed big fleshworms. Isn't such a life of lying back and enjoying wealth and glory incomparably wonderful?"
"They may even desperately want this job and fear losing it, because