The World is Sick

Wait, forgot to say, what he cares about is not the second half of the sentence...

But obviously, Kevin's delicacy was misunderstood by Cocolia, a relatively tough female soldier. She patted the commander on the shoulder, with a hint of encouragement in her eyes.

"You can't go back to the military camp. We just need a guide who is familiar with the surrounding environment. Let's go on a trip together?"

Before Kevin could explain, Sarah next to her smiled and proposed to Cocolia, who was pleasing to the eye, and she nodded in agreement.

Seeing that the deal was done, Kevin had no choice but to communicate with the head of the Russian Federal Security Service, which was regarded as a secondment of Captain Cocolia.

After all, Cocolia, a woman with a very high growth limit, will be the leader of the [Anti-Entropy] organization in the future.

If she is allowed to go out and cause trouble, who knows if she will continue to join [Anti-Entropy] to overthrow the rule of Raiden Ryoma.

That scholar-type person in power is definitely not Cocolia's opponent in terms of tactics, although this woman has always said that she hates playing tricks.

But she was able to collect the criminal evidence of Colonel Akelesi by virtue of her identity as a lieutenant, and she thought that putting the memory card in the middle of the bra was enough to prove that this woman was not a good person.

Forget it, if you misunderstand, just misunderstand, bringing her by your side is much better than letting Cocolia harm [Anti-Entropy].

Now the world is already sick. If the future [Anti-Entropy] is controlled by hawks like Cocolia, the scuffle between the two sides will inevitably lead to turbulence and even collapse of the human camp.

In any case, you can't just watch human beings and play with yourself to death, right?

The incident at the B-17 military supply station was successfully resolved. Cocolia, who was relieved, and Sarah, who was very speculative, took the initiative to sit in the driver's seat and took over the positions of 2B and Scanner 21.

These two people hope to have a private environment where they can chat about topics between women.

"What are you thinking? So engrossed?"

With the start of the snowmobile, Kevin noticed 2B beside him, his eyes were full of confusion, and he couldn't help but skillfully tapped on her head.

"The orderly who reported a Terminator attack on a nearby village..."

2B's murmur made Kevin's thoughts turn back. At that time in the camp, the colonel's confidant who participated in the reselling of military supplies made a final report to the head of the Security Bureau's operation as a soldier before being taken away.

Eventually, his message was confirmed, and the chief of security left behind the pennants he had brought, taking over the B-17 military supply depot.

In addition, this special force has an additional patrol mission to patrol nearby villages.

For this reason, Kevin also left several targeted weapons, and asked Yuuki Asuna to act by ear while temporarily protecting the pregnant woman.

After thinking for a while, the commander probably guessed that for 2B, a machine lifeform with a simple and clear concept of good and evil, it is not easy for her to understand the orderly's behavior before he was arrested.

Why would a soul labeled as "despicable" do such a "noble" and "conscientious" act.

"People are very complicated. Good and evil, right and wrong, are not the only criteria for judging. At least in our eyes, he is a dedicated soldier. Even if this former person made mistakes, I still admire him..."

Kevin responded seriously, after thinking about it and based on his own understanding, he instilled some ideas of his own into 2B.

"First, when you know that there are good and evil in this world, then you will grow..."

"Second, but if you understand that there is not only good and evil in this world, then you are mature..."

"Third, once your beliefs can transcend the rules and insist on doing what you think is right, then congratulations, human beings have nothing to teach you emotionally..."

Seeing that 2B seemed to understand, the commander pointed to the three Juhar robots in the carriage, and gave examples with a chuckle.

"The first stage refers to your kind..."

"The representative of the second range, the scanning type No. 21..."

"Third, the one next to you is not bound by the mission, dares to talk back to the creator, and eats and drinks all day long, that's it..."

"You guys, learn more about this free and easy spirit from others, this is called personality! Have faith! Are you right...Miss A2?"

After pulling out the nearly two-meter sword, A2 nodded with a cold snort, and the sharp blade sliced ​​the apple nonchalantly.

Sure enough, intelligence awakening or something is the most annoying thing!

While rubbing 2B's short silver hair, Kevin began to slander, he likes this kind of feeling similar to masturbating cats and fiddling with figurines recently.

2B, who has always been quiet, basically rarely resists, and with the increase in intimacy, she is even used to this kind of intimate contact.

"It is estimated that in 6 hours, we will arrive at the designated area in the East Siberian Sea and conduct a deep dive."

"Now start the autopilot mode, everyone can sleep for a while, good night, Mina..."

On the radio, Hatsune Miku's Qingyue voice was transmitted in the carriage. Her Royal Highness, who loves to perform, also improvised an adaptation of "Lullaby".

The destination is almost here...

Kevin murmured, looking out the window into the dark night, with a trace of uneasiness and solemnity in his eyes.

At the same time, in a closed ward of the Babylon laboratory, the purple-haired girl with her arms around her knees on the bed stared at the snow-white wall from the corner of her eye for several hours.

That's... the direction of the door...

The girl's weird smile bloomed quietly under the concealment of her arms, there was an indescribable evil and ferocity!

ps: Sirin is nicknamed "Puffer Herrscher", is it because she likes to swell and then be flattened?Who started it, so talented.

Chapter 312 Chapter 290 Chapter [-] Pink Eye Disease (Part [-])

"Experimental body numbers - 7372549, 7372550, 7372551..."

"Juhar emotional meme nesting complete..."

"Start breaking down Asimov's Three Laws..."

"Warning... An endless loop of self-denial is forming... The system is collapsing!"

"Algorithm redesign...lack of time...dismissed..."

"The host's berserk state is irreversible...self-destruct program...forced execution..."

"Execution...start..."

In the closed box garden, three humanoid mechanical life forms with red eyes flashing violently fought each other, and the survivor with only half of his body was beating the high-strength composite glass.

At the same time, the cracked heads of the survivors crazily hit the wall, and they seemed to be seeking self-destruction.

In the end, with two scarlet laser beams passing across smoothly, the survivors were dismembered immediately, and the minced meat mixed with the metal scattered everywhere, turning into flowing blood and becoming the graffiti of the devil.

Immediately, the floor sloped down toward the center, pouring all the scattered limbs into what could even be called a "corpse pit" at the bottom.

Pale and delicate faces were projected on the glass. When the holes on both sides of the "corpse pit" sprayed raging flames, the piles of limbs were gradually incinerated by the high temperature.

"Continue to release the body, the 17864197th experiment is launched...failed...destroy the job execution..."

"17864198...17864199...17864200..."

In the darkness, that cold, dark voice was still mechanically repeating the previous experiment.

If this is the pain that intelligent evolution needs to go through, then no matter what, she must persevere...

Until...they can escape this sad fate...overcome their own flaws...

Whether it is now or in the future, there will only be one winner in the race for species replacement...

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The East Siberian Sea, the interior of the Hurricane-class nuclear submarine, the command center of the Yoroha Force bunker, and the medical room.

Holding a pointer, the commander with blond hair and long legs looked at the three beds that had just been vacated, and couldn't help frowning deeply.

At this time, the right hand and left eye were wrapped with bandages. 21O, who had been transformed from a communicator into a combat robot, stepped forward to salute his old boss and explained the situation in a low voice.

"This is the loss of personnel caused by pink eye disease, Commander, if the supply of troops is still unable to be replenished tomorrow, the bunker will eventually fall..."

Pink eye disease, first seen in some members of Yoroha's unit who fought against the Terminator for a long time, is characterized by the flashing red light in the eyes.

Their self-awareness has been polluted by this special electronic virus, presenting individual berserk and aggressiveness regardless of friend or foe.

Because the members of the Yoroha Unit have a high degree of personality awareness, the soldiers who went to the battlefield, in order to save their infected teammates, trapped them and brought them back to the bunker.

As a result, when they captured these infected people, not only did there appear to be more victims, but even if they were sent to the infirmary intact, the therapist could do nothing about it.

Even some patients who broke free from the shackles caused even greater chaos and killings.

What's more, in order to ensure that each member of the Yoroha Troop has the most advanced combat intelligence, when they return to the bunker command center for repairs, they often synchronize their own data with the [White Queen].

In the future, just the slight contact of a hidden pink eye patient with the [White Queen] branch system led to the self-destruction of that base.

Therefore, the members of Yoroha's unit almost turned pale when they talked about the horror of "pink eye disease".

According to the research of the technicians of the Yoroha Force, "pink eye disease" mostly occurs in the Juhar robot with a high degree of awakening of personality consciousness, and the pathogen is likely to be a new type of nanoworm created by [Red Queen].

Therefore, with the previous lessons learned, the Yoroha Force forbids members to have feelings for each other, so as not to make wrong judgments and cause greater losses.

Similarly, if a "pink eye patient" is found, no matter what position she is in or what achievements she has made, the only thing waiting for her is to destroy it.

"How many of us are left?"

The frequency of pink eye... seems to have increased a lot... The long-legged commander sighed without leaving a trace, and then asked 21O with a frown.

"27 fighters, 3 mixed units..."

"There are 30 civilian members who maintain the operation of the bunker. Today, we have lost three-quarters of the number of people. The regional module of the Hurricane-class nuclear submarine has fallen to 90%..."

"If it wasn't for [Skynet]'s desire to collect more samples and complete the acquisition of [White Queen]'s information code, we would have been exhausted long ago..."

"Your Excellency, please prepare to evacuate at any time..."

21O's tone was blunt and direct, she had already begun to have no expectations for the future, the only belief she had to stick to was to avenge the little guy 9S she was responsible for raising.

"If possible, please bring 6O..."

21O, who transformed into a combat robot, finally remembered the little girl who stuck to him. After biting his lip, he made the first unreasonable request in his life.

Immediately, her thoughts moved, and the words that appeared in her mind blurted out.

"When necessary, the third, fourth, and fifth teams will detonate the bunker to cover you and some members to evacuate with the [White Queen] initial procedure..."

"6O is the link to Sarah Connor, which is related to the future of Juhar's troops and mankind!"

The commander, who couldn't see the slightest fluctuation in emotion, stared deeply at 21O, nodded slightly, then closed his eyes and turned to leave.

In the lounge, the cold-looking commander in front of everyone dropped the pointer and leaned loosely on the sofa, with his feet resting on the coffee table, without any image at all.

The woman picked up the remaining half bottle of vodka with a tired and decadent face, and poured it down.

The Hurricane-class nuclear submarine, a remnant of the former Soviet Union, is naturally equipped with some conventional supplies.