mirror age

In the narrow passages of the factory, the air was filled with dark red dust, and Cyril felt that inhaling the dust was slowly turning his lungs into plaster.A smell of carrion mixed with blood filled his alveoli, and he felt suffocated. The gate here was not locked, and it was almost unattended, perhaps because no one wanted to come here.

So the child smoothly followed the staff in black and approached the core all the way.These people wore short black robes and walked through the alleys with gray faces, like the gods of death who harvest lives in folklore.

The cramped space in front of him instantly opened up, and at the same time, he was greeted with a stronger smell of blood and carrion, accompanied by a hoarse cry, the sound was like someone who had been crying for a few days, and the shrill sound was like a blade Scratching across the throat, the breathless voice is mixed and squeezed together, which is majestic and depressing.The black transport vehicle blocked Cyril's line of sight, but the sound made the child's legs tremble. As he bypassed the vehicle, Cyril saw a scene he would never forget——

A mountain made of human bodies, those people writhed, and the fuzzy flesh and blood were entangled with each other.These people have no faces, it should be said that they used to have faces, and their faces were used by the original body to perpetuate their youth. Those beautiful or handsome young faces were cut off in the medical center, and those beautiful eyeballs were gouged out and left behind. Black blood holes, nerve endings hanging from the eye sockets.Their entire faces were almost flattened, and the bloody holes that could not be called mouths opened and closed, making vague sounds.

The truck was still dumping the "waste" out of the trunk. Most of the clones had no faces, and some of their limbs had been sawn off. They squirmed like worms on the mountain of corpses, their blood congealed together.They are not qualified to be educated and can't speak. They are transported to the centralized treatment like garbage when they come off the operating table in the medical center. elementary particle.Cyril later learned that these elementary particles were used to synthesize advanced nutritional products.

The mountain of corpses is constantly being dispelled, slowly getting lower, and finally razed to the ground. Cyril doesn't know how deep this big pit is. It hides these dark things, but it can't bury those obvious desires for eternal life. Greed and the evil of human nature.In a trance, Cyril saw a little girl standing up straight from the pit. Her beautiful brown hair was soaked in blood, her eye sockets were dark, and she seemed to be twitching her mouth when facing this side.Cyril fled in despair.

After a long time, Cyril passed by the back street of the medical center again, where the black truck that had aroused his interest was parked in front of the church there.

A child took his mother's hand and pointed at the truck curiously: "Mom, what's in the car?"

"It's trash, baby."

"But why did I hear someone crying in the car, shouting something?"

"Son, that's the priest singing the mourning song for the dead in the church."

Cyril remembered that in the past, he always asked his mother this way, and the woman with the long black hair of an Asian and the quiet and gentle eyes always fell silent, didn't say anything, just pressed his head with her hand .

The black crows in the cathedral croaked, and with biotechnology, the ancient creature was able to preserve its ominous bloodline for a long time.

The hoarse cry of the crow lingered on the empty street for a long time, like a mourning song.

There is no death in this age, this age is full of death.

The author has something to say:

I'm really sorry, the word clone seems to be harmonized, QAQ, so I can only use clone