Black Python

Cloning technology is legal in many civilizations. [The chapters updated on. COM are the most complete and comprehensive, with the most timely error-free content fixes. Due to caching, it is recommended to visit the. COM official website using a browser.]

This generally falls into two categories—

The first type of civilization used clones as cannon fodder, sending them to any dangerous job, such as digging deep into the earth, suicide ships, wiping out legions with clones, and conducting human research.

The second type of civilization involves actively modifying a person's genes during the cloning process. This results in clones that are significantly different from the original. After acquiring sufficient knowledge through public institutions, they can actively integrate into human society.

The former is more efficient, and mass-produced replicants can become an important fighting force on the battlefield; however, if mishandled, it could trigger a "replicant rebellion" or similar main storyline event, and that would be their own fault.

The latter is not about mass-producing troops, but rather a means of increasing the population, since carbon-based civilizations need a large population to conquer planets.

But what we're doing now is even more sinister than the "cannon fodder route." Calling it cloning is less accurate than calling it "possession."

Inducing others to take drugs causes a "new personality" to emerge in their bodies, and in order to maintain the integrity of their personality, the "new personality" has to take more drugs.

Over time, a huge "slave society" was built up.

"Tsk tsk, it's starting to resemble a giant corporation."

In the universe, there is a type of civilization called "Mega-corporation civilization," whose development direction is the max version of capitalists.

The senior engineer looked at the other person, a half-smile on his face, "How many company executives have you controlled using these methods?"

The person opposite quickly waved his hand and said righteously:

"Mr. G, what do you take us for? Our 'Saint Brain Group' is a legitimate company with the mission of 'helping people live and making medicine with wisdom.' We would never do anything that violates the laws of the Mother City."

"If you say you didn't do it, then you didn't do it."

The senior engineer stretched, glanced at the time in the coffee shop, and said softly, "It's about time we got started."

At this moment, on the rooftops of every building in Puppet City, mechanical claw-wielders crouched and clung to the walls, their eyes cold and their expressions indifferent.

Today's mechanical claw man is no longer just a killing machine on the street, but a combination of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and mechanical warriors. It has thick, repairable metal arms, strong mechanical power legs with a row of fist-sized small leg engines hanging on its legs, and on its back is a mechanical modification kit similar to a turtle shell, containing twenty replaceable parts and adding jet flight capabilities.

The enhanced data is directly reflected in the level; level 30 units have developed to level 35, and some high-level clawed human leaders have even reached level 40.

These killing machines bear many resemblances to human mechanical beings, such as repairable metal arms that mimic memory metal, fist engines made by absorbing some carbon atom reactor technology, and killing weapons that resemble 'constructs'.

"The boss has given the order; prepare to move out."

"That's what a level 40 mechanical hunter with an afro said."

"Then let's get started," another voice came through the earpiece.

The next moment, countless monomolecular lines crisscrossed, as if laying a giant spider web over the city. The target of these mechanical claws was not ordinary people, but the city's administrators.

On their electronic eyes, information about important figures is marked out.

The information was obtained thanks to Mr. Brainbridge, the branch representative of the Saint Brain Group, who was standing in front of the senior engineer.

"You're too kind," Mr. Brain Bridge exclaimed. Apart from the crisscrossing "Claw People" in the sky, the real main force of the transformation project was still the mechanical eyeliners that resembled a black tide.

Like the mechanical bees of Hive City, they swarmed towards ordinary people. However, unlike the mechanical bees that dug out brains and extracted brain fluids, all they did was put a helmet on these ordinary people after administering a tranquilizer dart.

This "virtual helmet" looks a bit like a motorcycle helmet. The protruding rear end is a neural network connector, while inside the helmet are densely packed neural sensing nodes. These nodes can sense all brain regions, enabling temporary "consciousness uploading".

Compared to other brain-computer interfaces, the biggest advantage of virtual reality headsets is that users can go online and offline at will.

"But Mr. G, the biggest function of brain-computer interfaces is to drain the computing power of the human brain. Your method can only achieve 20% to 30% of the brain's computing power."

Mr. Brainstem shook his head regretfully. "It's like taking a light sleep, which is the biggest drawback of this technology."

However, the senior engineer confidently stated, "Don't worry about that. We've installed a virtual machine module on the virtual reality headset. Everyone who wears the headset will have a very long, adrenaline-pumping dream, and this deep sleep can easily boost computing power."

Mr. Brainstem twitched his lips. This technology sounded a bit shady. Just as he was about to say something more, the senior engineer in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Only one sentence remained in my ears—

"I've discovered something interesting, I'll go check it out."

Puppet City, Heavy Machinery Factory

With the intrusion of numerous mechanical surveillance devices, the factory workers were thrown into chaos. Someone pressed the wrong button, and suddenly the boom of a crane slammed down onto the ground, its target the factory's control panel.

"Boom!

!

The massive arm, as thick as a water tank, did not manage to smash down successfully.

A pair of arms gripped the lower edge of the crane boom tightly, and then a heavy, grumbling sound rang out.

"This intelligent CNC machine costs several thousand yuan. Who will compensate us if it gets smashed?"

As he spoke, the veins bulging on his arms quickly turned black, and then, as both arms turned completely black, a stream of white steam escaped, causing the crane and its boom to be overturned and thrown to the ground.

"Black Python, run!" a worker whose right hand had been modified into a mechanical arm shouted from a short distance away.

"Why are you running away? It's just that the drone malfunctioned," Black Python grumbled.

Their factory happens to produce drones.

Go outside and take a look!

Black Python strode to the door, his eyes widening in surprise. The sky was pitch black, filled with flying machines, and with his keen eye, he immediately recognized these 'drones' as combat models.

"Oh no, my wife and kids are still out there!"

"Winter--"

The black python vanished from the spot, leaving a shallow pit on the ground.

In Puppet City, everyone actually understands that they are not "themselves".

Or rather, one is not the "original personality" of this body; the past memories, life, and personality belong to another person.

You can choose to revert to your past personality, which is your true self.

You can also use medication to maintain "your current self".

The choice is yours.

However, in order to maintain this personality, one must take medications from various pharmaceutical companies every so often.

This medication is called a "personality balancer".

The black python didn't know what its past identity was, but it could vaguely sense the powerful and violent force hidden within its body.

But he didn't care. He didn't care what he was in the past; that belonged to another version of himself, not the one he is now.

Now, he is a mechanic with a happy family, a wife and daughter, working hard every day to maintain his "personal life".

He'll fight anyone who tries to destroy his family!

"A tough character has arrived."

Two figures descended from the sky; they were two level 35 creature hunters.

The street where the two were located was littered with mechanical corpses, and all the mechanical eyes that tried to attach virtual helmets to each other were twisted and deformed by a strange force.

"I can smell it; it's a powerful and chaotic bio-aura," said a creature hunter who had developed his sense of smell.

"An advanced radiation beast?"

"No, there are traces of modification in the biomagnetic field; this is a powerful, artificially modified life form."

The two of them crossed a street, which was not littered with mechanical parts, but contained three mechanical corpses.

A corpse had a large hole in its chest, and the energy reactor exploded on the spot.

The katana in the hand of the other mechanical claw-wielding figure shattered into seven or eight pieces, and its head was severed.

The last one is the drone armor newly developed by Dugo Technologies. It is eight meters tall, as tall as a three-story building. There are huge dents on its thighs, abdomen, and chest, as if it had been hit by an indescribable force.