desire reconciliation

"Okay, it's settled like that, you can make it up tonight, and I'll send someone to give you something tomorrow."

Seeing that Lancelot didn't refuse, Raphael took out a document and handed it to him: "Actually, you don't need to meet to talk about your estrus period. I called you here because of this."

Lancelot had probably guessed it on the way here, and he opened the document and began to scan it quickly.

Before he finished reading, Raphael said: "Before I always thought that some bionic chips were implanted in Dick's body. He is not a real human being, but a simulated human being simulated. Nothing came out. It wasn’t until we had another discussion that day that I realized that my research was in the wrong direction.”

"He is still him, but he is not a human being in our common sense. No, it cannot be said to be a human being, but a living creature."

"That is to say, his consciousness and body are separated, but under some mechanism, the consciousness has condensed into an entity that is indistinguishable from a real person."

Lancelot used this matter as an analogy to the superposition state in the quantum theoretical system. At that time, he was just guessing, but what he thought of inadvertently could even be said to be a little unrealistic.Now that these things are said from the mouths of professionals, the weight of these words is much heavier.

Lancelot sorted out his thoughts, but still felt a little unreal: "Is it really feasible that the soul still exists in the world in a physical form after the body dies?"

Raphael: "Whether it is feasible or not, there is such a living example in front of you now."

Lancelot sighed, the intricate clues made it difficult to grasp the point.

Seeing him frowning, Raphael continued: "This already involves defining the category of consciousness and entity. Such a thing has never happened in history, let alone someone will define it. Corpses exist, living people 'It also exists, and in addition to the research I have done here, it can only be explained clearly by the statement that the conscious body and the sex are separated."

The two were silent for a moment, and Lancelot seemed to be talking to himself: "The body itself is just a container, and the consciousness is the real valuable thing in the container. If the consciousness can be separated from the body and last forever, it is another Immortality in a sense.”

Raphael was looking at another document, and raised his head suddenly when he heard his words: "What did you just say?"

Lancelot tilted his head in doubt, and thought for a while:

"The body itself is just a container, and the consciousness is the real value?"

"No, the last sentence."

"If the conscious body can exist forever without the body, is it another sense of immortality?"

"Yes! That's the sentence." Raphael slapped the table, "If you look at it from another angle, this is a way to live forever. As we all know, there is only one person who is researching the way to live forever."

Lancelot and he thought of the same man:

"The old emperor."

They spoke in unison.

Raphael contacted someone again while the two were talking, and some files were quickly transmitted over the terminal.

Lancelot: "As for the mechanism of the materialization of consciousness, where did you start to study?"

Raphael replied to him: "I did a full set of the highest-level scans for him, and I checked all the scars on the body surface damaged by external forces, even if the reagent they used for soul materialization is the same protein shell as the vaccine, The needles used are the most non-invasive on the market, and I was able to restore them through the analysis of the dermis restoration orifice, but unfortunately, I did not find any abnormal reagent residues or traces of wound healing."

"What you have been studying is him?" Lancelot asked without reason.

Raphael didn't know what he wanted to ask, but he was right, so he nodded.

Lancelot continued: "Can you change the way of thinking? It's not that he himself achieves materialization through drugs, but with the help of external radiation, similar to physical projection."

Raphael's gaze stayed on a certain name on the display screen for a moment, and he was taken aback when he heard his words.

Rafael thought about his words again, and said with a smile: "I found that your thinking mode is really different from ordinary people. How did you think of this?"

"Have you noticed the necklace on Dick's neck?" Lancelot said, drawing a rough shape with his hands.

Raphael recalled: "I have an impression."

"That was the first time I saw Dick when I came to your place. He jumped up and hugged me. My hand accidentally touched the stone on the necklace. At that time, I suddenly had a strange feeling in my heart." Lancelot also fell into In memory.

"Strange feeling?" Raphael frowned.

Lancelot nodded: "I can't say it, it's just a sudden sadness. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, until I received it from a friend that day.

Touching the Akushi stone, the two feelings are somewhat similar. "

"You think the stone on Dick's necklace is the Akushi stone?"

Lancelot nodded: "I'm also guessing. I don't know much about spiritual power stones. Maybe there are other power stones that have this effect?"

"I really didn't think about it, I just thought the necklace was an accessory." Raphael sent Vincent a message, "I'll take a look when Dick comes back, maybe that stone is a new breakthrough."

Raphael scratched the terminal in his hand, "I also found the things I just asked someone to check."

Lancelot approached him, and Raphael also switched the terminal to holographic mode, projecting the screen on the terminal in mid-air.

There are several large characters listed on the holographic projection.

"Human Immortality Project".

This is exactly the experiment that the old emperor has always been obsessed with, and it is an experiment that must be continued even after auctioning off the belief of the people of the empire - the Mecha Northern Crown.

Lancelot suddenly glanced at the time when the experiment started: "I remember that the experiment started five years ago, why is the time here 22 years ago?"

The old emperor started the experimental plan in the year when he was gendered, and he will not forget five years ago.

Raphael didn't care too much: "Maybe the old emperor already had plans?"

Lancelot saw that the documents were very detailed, and even involved the core content: "Where did you get these documents?"

"My friend, an intelligence dealer."

"Is it reliable?"

"He can enter some systems with very high authority, and can find a lot of information that can't be found in the empire or that has been deliberately hidden. Some of them come from the interstellar dark net, and there is still some credibility."

The two of them read through the documents. The deadline for the documents was at least a year ago. They were all experimental records, and there was very little valuable information.

Raphael sighed: "Finally, some clues were broken again."

They wanted to find out about Akushi stones from those files, even if there were no Akushi stones, ordinary spiritual power stones would do.

But I watched it many times, back and forth, without gaining anything.

After Raphael finished speaking, he threw the terminal on the table, dragged a rabbit out of the cabinet, and rolled onto the bed with the rabbit in his arms.

Lancelot was very winky: "Why don't you come here first, and there will be progress in the follow-up

Let's get back in touch. "

Raphael let out a "hmm" and buried his head in the pile of rabbits: "It will be hard for you to take over the position of Marshal after Uriah left, so go back and rest early."

Lancelot drove the aircraft back to the military headquarters.

Although he discussed many other topics with Raphael, he still remembered that his original intention to go to Raphael was because of "sleepwalking".

Lancelot is now facing a major problem in his life.

Should he sleep in his own dormitory, or go directly to Uriah's dormitory.

First of all, it can be made clear that no matter where he sleeps today, he will only wake up in Uriah’s dormitory tomorrow morning.

Furthermore, if the previous situation worsened little by little, last night he was able to empty out all the wardrobes of others, and if he slept in his own dormitory again today, maybe he could do something more outrageous unconsciously.

Based on the above two points, Lancelot felt that he could directly sleep in Uriah's dormitory.

But the problem is that I have not obtained the consent of the other party, and doing so has somewhat touched the privacy of others.

But then again, he has slept several times, and it seems that this time is not bad.

But it was all unconscious actions before, this time he slept directly in other people's room while he was still awake, it was still a bit unreasonable.

Lancelot was at war with man and nature in his heart, and he really couldn't make up his mind. Although it was shameful to escape, it was useful, so he planned to do training first, and then talk about it after training.

While he was training, the terminal that had been silent for several days vibrated, and it was a communication from Uriah.

Lancelot didn't care about the part of the training that hadn't been completed yet. After getting off the exercise equipment, he walked to the cabinet in three steps and picked up the terminal on it.

"I received your message on the third day after I entered the no-man's land. If the time difference does not change, you should have received my communication on the sixth day after I entered the no-man's land. Today we have arrived at Foreter The coordinates sent back by the general, but their fleet was not found, we plan to go directly to the wormhole to meet General Elvis. Don’t worry about them, I will protect them, you just need to remember to think of me.”

Lancelot stared at the words on the terminal for a long time. He was not looking at the words, but was thinking about how he should reply.

He is in the input field, he loses and deletes, deletes and loses again.

"Can I sleep in your bed?"

delete......

"

I went to Raphael's today, I may have some intermittent conditional triggering pheromone disorder syndrome, need your bed and clothes to relieve this symptom..."

delete......

"Due to some force majeure, if I don't sleep in your dormitory today, there may be some unpredictable consequences, such as an explosion in the military dormitory, so can I sleep in your bed?"

delete......

"For the tomorrow of the world, for love and peace..."

delete.

Lancelot pondered back and forth for more than 20 minutes, but there was really no good wording.

It was really embarrassing for him to ask someone to borrow a bed to sleep in. Moreover, there is no instant messaging device in the current situation, and it took three or four days for Uriah to receive it.

At that time, he also slept in the bed, and Uriah didn't receive the news until after he slept, and he couldn't wash away even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

After much deliberation, Lancelot only sent four words in the end.

"be careful."

Many times people do not need to make some decisions with such exquisite pros and cons. Instead, they are too scruples about gains and losses, and they will hesitate to waste time. Most of the time, it may be better to make a decision with a quick brain.

These are the golden words that Lancelot heard from Uriana.

Apply what you have learned, and sell No.1 now.

So that night Lancelot slept peacefully on Uriah's bed.

It was not as hard to adapt as he imagined, but surrounded by the smell of cedar, he quickly fell asleep.

Half-dream and half-awake, he felt as if a fairy made of cedar flew from the top of the iceberg and gently kissed the tip of his nose, leaving snow-like shards all over his body.

The scent of cedar lingered at the tip of his nose, and he was immersed in an extremely relaxed state.

It has been a long time since Lancelot slept so soundly and peacefully. When he woke up the next morning he was refreshed, as if he had been reborn, like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, stretching its wings and dancing in the sun with ease. .

It would have been better if he hadn't woken up lying in Uriah's clothes.

Lancelot returned to his dormitory with a pile of clothes, called the service robot, and used his terminal to scan the ironing service.

Sometimes technology is too advanced and too humanized is not a good thing, just like now,

The service robot is asking Lancelot if he needs to change the data stored in the database, because the size of these clothes does not match his figure data.

"According to your body data in the military system, [9] pieces of clothes currently recovered do not fit. Do you need to re-measure your body data so that you can choose suitable clothes?"

Clothes fit well. This pile is all Uriah's clothes.

Lancelot was a little annoyed. After clicking No, the service robot popped up another inquiry box.

"According to your figure data in the military system, the [9] pieces of clothes currently recovered do not fit well. Do you need to provide you with a size-changing service?"

Lancelot was still waiting for the service robot to ask the next question. After waiting for a long time, there was no reply, and Lancelot finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He was glad that he wisely took the clothes back to his room today and called the robot again. Although the question he asked was useless, fortunately it was different from yesterday's question.

Yesterday morning he directly called the service robot in Uriah's dormitory, and the question the robot asked made him so ashamed that he almost committed the crime of destroying public property on the spot.

Lancelot sent the robot away, packed up and went to work in the marshal's office.

It was very strange today. There were several people around the door of the marshal's office. Lancelot went up to inquire and found out that these people were from the research institute, and they came to send documents and reports to Justu.

The working hours of the military are divided into two shifts. There are many Omegas in the research institutes that focus on civilian research. In order to reduce or not be affected by the Alpha race, although the effect is not great, the military still advances the working hours of the research institutes. It was half an hour earlier, and the off-duty time was also brought forward by half an hour. The daily report work and other tasks that required walking up and down in the military building were all completed within that half hour, and the rest of the time could be spent on doing your own work in the research institute. .

And the few people surrounding the marshal's office are all Omega from the research institute.

Lancelot didn't come early today. He usually arrives at this time, but this is the first time he has seen them.

Seeing Lancelot coming, several people lined up and saluted Lancelot.

One of the Omegas explained the reason to him: "The marshal's office is full of Alpha pheromones, and the owner of the pheromones is still very mentally strong, at least S-level, we dare not go in, so we are waiting to see if there are any Betas."

Or Alpha comes to report work and help us to go in and talk. "

Another black-haired Omega in white said: "General Justu is famous in the military for respecting Omega, today's incident is very strange."

Lancelot: "Justu's mental power is A-level, so the pheromone should not belong to him. Please give me the content and documents you need to report, and I will go in and explain it for you."

Perhaps seeing that Lancelot was not as serious and rigid as the rumors said, a brown wavy Omega next to him also answered the conversation: "Indeed, I heard that the pheromone of Colonel Justu is tea tree flavored, just opened the door When it was time, the smell I smelled should be some kind of floral fragrance."

Lancelot: "Go back and do your own work. It will be time for work in a while, and there will be more Alpha at that time."

After the Omegas left, Lancelot also opened the door of the marshal's office.

As a result, a strong and somewhat pungent pheromone hit the face.

Lancelot frowned, but went in anyway.

Justu was not the same as usual, surrounded by a strange low air pressure.

Lancelot greeted him as usual.

"Morning, Justu."

Justu's appearance today is very similar to his usual seriousness in front of outsiders.

He only replied with one word, "Morning."

The moment Lancelot opened the door, he was a little dizzy from the floral scent pheromones in the room, and now he felt even more uncomfortable.

He calmed down, turned on the air circulation system in the marshal's office, and stood at the vent for a long time before he recovered.

Lancelot: "Justu, why don't I give you a day off today, so you can go back and enjoy the smell."

Justu picked up a box by the table, walked in and handed it to him.

"Raphael asked me to give it to you." When Justu approached, Lancelot saw that there was still a bruise on the corner of the man's mouth, which was not there when he saw it yesterday.

After taking it, Lancelot pinched his nose and took several steps back, staying away from the humanoid biochemical weapon.

"Did something happen to you yesterday?"

Justu also knew that the smell on his body was very pungent, so he consciously walked away and sat in a small corner of the sofa.

Justu: "What do you think happened to me?"

Lancelot thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out why an Alpha

There will be such a strong pheromone smell on the body, this smell is still another Alpha.

He asked that question not only because of the pheromone, but also the bruise on the corner of his mouth. Lancelot had seen Justu fight, and such a person would not suffer a fight, and even suffer on his face.

Lancelot: "You met a very powerful Alpha, and then fought with him... for a while?"

Justu scratched his head: "Almost, I went to the dungeon this morning to help you get pheromone perfume, and I encountered a brainless person. I don't feel relieved to hand it over to others, so I'll wait for you here. It's like a fight for a day off. Not bad, I would like to thank Lord Marshal for giving me a vacation, I slipped away, bye."

Justu said a lot at once, and the content of what he said seemed to be very relaxed, but in fact his tone did not change from the beginning to the end. After he finished speaking, he opened the door and ran away. Enmity is never too much.

After he left, Lancelot looked at a table of unfinished work, feeling a little depressed.

Lancelot's increase in work is not a big deal. He still feels that there is something wrong with Justu, and he was injured because he helped him fetch things. In the end, he sent a message to ask Raphael to see if he knows something else.

Not long after the message was sent, Raphael replied: "Just take it as if you saw two canines fighting, don't worry about it, it's good to watch the excitement."