Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Hugo was still connected to the Internet, checked the encyclopedia and asked: "Is the inhibitor used during Omega's estrus period? I read that the long-term inhibitor has irreversible side effects, and the effect of the short-term inhibitor cannot be guaranteed. , there is a [-]% chance that the aftereffects will erupt... Uh, there are still quite a few Alphas on this spaceship, right?"

Igor didn't know what he thought of, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and said slowly, "Yes, so I want to solve it as soon as possible."

Then he noticed something was wrong: "The man who just went out is the crew? He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Hugo: "I think you should ask Azathoth if he did anything to him."

Igor was stunned.

Azathoth had put on his hood again at this moment, exuding a gloomy aura all over his body.A bunch of dark black knotted tentacles surrounded him in a mess, twitching from time to time when they couldn't untie themselves, looking very vigilant.

Igor thought for a long time why Azathoth's tentacles would knot, but to no avail.

Then, despite his anger, he tentatively pointed at the tentacles and asked, "Would you like me to help..."?

Before he finished speaking, the tentacles swarmed towards him, eagerly struggling left and right.And Azathoth was still sitting upright on the chair. From Igor's perspective, he could only see his well-shaped jawline and tightly pressed lips.

"..."

I don't know why the feeling of anger and sadness in my heart has subsided a little, and I still want to laugh.Igor knelt on the ground with one knee, and carefully untied the complicated knots one by one. After finishing, he couldn't help flicking the tip of one of the tentacles with his index finger.The tentacle trembled all over, and seemed to rub the place where Igor had played on the top of his suit pants in disgust.

The corner of Igor's mouth turned up for a moment, and was quickly controlled by the master. He stood up and saluted: "I will take back their offenses one by one, please wait a moment."

"The captain's cabin and the cockpit will be handed over to you." Azathoth was sulking at himself—he would never tie knots for himself again, "I'll take care of the others."

Hugo lost his army of tens of millions of bionics. As a technician, he didn't dare to interrupt for some reason, so he could only whisper, "Actually, I can do it too. You can divide me into two."

Do you think you are cutting watermelon?

Igor responded without changing his face. His right leg was still bandaged, but it didn't affect his movement at all, just like the lack of pain. He quickly disappeared at the corner of the corridor outside the rest cabin with his saber in hand.

Hugo finally has the feeling of being an AI villain in a movie written by humans: "The network on their spaceship has an internal positioning function, which should be used to determine the location of each crew member so that the captain can arrange positions." During the speech, the map It was projected again, and it was covered with flashing red dots, "The two closest to us are the two next door, Azathoth, who do you want to start with?"

Azathoth's answer was also very straightforward: "Let's see who is more unlucky."

**

Kirk thought he was having a bad day.

It's okay to be punched and unable to fight back, but now lying on the bed can't do anything.I could still chat with my roommate Eddie for a while, but since the other party came back from the next door and climbed to the upper bunk, nothing happened, as if he died.He yelled a few times but didn't respond, and his headache was so bad that he didn't want to get up, so he just pulled the mobile terminal next to him and connected to the wireless network to read the news.

Checking the news is also annoying.

Now the internet is full of arrest warrants for Marshal Igor Sullivan. People turn out his life and past deeds and put them under a magnifying glass to comment on them. Hindsight and keyboard warriors emerge in endlessly. A hundred and eighty commentators can be posted a day. The analysis of the battle situation and the accusation of Igor's desertion.

The article Kirk was reading now was written by a commentator called "Igor Sullivan's Inevitability of Treason from the Conflict Between Viscount Joyce Five Years ago".

No shit.Kirk closed the article without reading it.

He wasn't a fan of Sullivan's Field Marshal.On the contrary, when Igor was in office, Kirk hated him so much that he was so bored that he even drove five or six trumpets to the place where Marshal Sullivan's fans gathered to openly insult his whole family - although Igor's family currently only The marshal himself was alone.

But rather than saying that he hated Marshal Sullivan, it would be better to say that this interstellar pirate, who was at the bottom of society, hated all high-ranking people, including commentators who talked with a pen and made money without doing anything.

"Damn Igor Sullivan." Kirk cursed, turned over on the bed and threw the mobile terminal aside, "And this article that would be a waste to print on toilet paper..." He turned over The action was a little louder, and he accidentally swept the potted plant on the top of the bedside table to the ground.

"Damn it!" The hand that was drawn to the flower pot was numb with pain, and the ground of the rest cabin was a mess, with broken soil and stones everywhere, as well as Eddie's nosebleed from before.Kirk sat up enduring the throbbing pain on his forehead, and shouted, "Eddie! Don't lie down anymore, have you fallen asleep! Come down quickly and help me tidy up!"

His roommate still didn't give an answer.

Kirk had to do it himself.The gauze on his face blocked half of his vision, and he couldn't find his shoes so he had to go barefoot. Kirk bent down angrily and wanted to pick up the broken porcelain on the ground first.

At this moment, the ground under his feet suddenly trembled.

"Huh?" Kirk paused to feel for a moment, and found that this was not an illusion.The ground was indeed vibrating at a small but high frequency, and he wouldn't have noticed it at first, but the soil that had just been spilled on the ground was thrown up and was jumping around on the smooth deck.

Before he straightened up and supported the edge of the bed, the dark green plants that had fallen to the side also moved.Kirk heard the sound and looked over, and was shocked to find that the dark brown branches of the potted plant, which were only one finger thick, had grown several times. Now the main trunk is as thick as an adult's arm, and it is still extending straight ahead.

It was supposed to be a delicate and lovely plant, but after zooming in, it turned out to be extremely ugly. The rough bark was covered with weird and tangled lines, and there were protruding worm-like tree tumors on the nodes.Kirk just glanced through the gauze and felt acid water in his stomach, screaming and staggering back in the opposite direction.

Instead, his shout attracted the thing's attention, and a slightly smaller branch with dense burrs changed direction, tentatively growing towards Kirk.

"Don't come here! What the hell is this!!" Kirk yelled and retreated to the edge of the bed, hitting the metal edge of the bed with a bang.Immediately afterwards, the lights above his head flickered, his vision blurred, and a heavy object fell from the upper bunk, rolling limply on the ground twice.

—It's Eddie.

Kirk's roommate stared blankly, motionless, fell from the upper bunk more than two meters high and fell to his head and blood, but he didn't respond.Blood flowed from his facial features, continuously filling the gaps in the floor.

Crewman Kirk's lips trembled, and he could no longer utter a sound.

When the frightening plant branches were close in front of his eyes, he realized that it wasn't the potted plant that fell from the bedside table that had grown bigger, but the tentacles of some kind of creature that had occupied the small cabin, and were about to turn the entire spaceship into a spaceship. In the next period of time, his territory will expand rapidly.

The moment he realized this, the tense strings in his mind snapped, and his consciousness gradually faded away. The last image in his vision was a black mud-like life form flooding the entire rest cabin, and one of the tentacles came to him. Next to his bed, he picked up the mobile terminal whose screen was constantly flashing to refresh the news from beside the pillow.

At the same time, Igor Sullivan, the protagonist who grabbed the headlines, silently entered the password to open the door of the cab.