Waste Strong Foundation

People in green uniforms gathered together and whispered, and there were guards pacing back and forth with heavy guns.

The temperature control system in the hall failed due to an unexpected power outage, and the air-conditioning vents were blowing hot air intermittently, and the indoor temperature was getting higher and higher.

"How could such a thing happen!"

"Haven't caught it yet? It just happened to be at the Mooring Guard-2 star!"

"I've never heard of a collective paralysis of the entire planet's power system! Ridiculous! The power grid needs a thorough investigation!"

"No, everyone, I don't care about my colleague's experimental product, I just want to know how long this trash will stay in my office?"

"Doctor He, have you forgotten that you swore that [Shang] was better than [Zhou] in all aspects the year before last?"

“[Shang] is uncontrollable, I’ve said it [-] times! Don’t spend any more effort trying to reform him! The day he goes to the front line is the day we die!”

"Yes, I think [Zhou] and [Song] are more docile and more perfect—I mean from the perspective of obeying orders."

"But the fuck [Zhou] committed suicide! Your group B shouldn't have altered his genes so that he was born with a tendency to be depressed!"

"No, no, I'm in charge of dissecting [Zhou]'s body. He was bewitched by the escaped monster. Anyway, he was killed!"

"Then why didn't your C group lock [Zhou] properly? You actually allowed him to go to the garbage dump to provoke [Shang] who was about to be scrapped!"

"Stop it! Why are you arguing! Now we should concentrate on capturing that new Homo sapiens!"

"Well, you're right. His identity is not simple. I have heard that he seems to be a blood relative of a certain important person."

……very noisy.

Wasn't the experimental product called Zhou committed suicide on the spot by Fei Mingqiu's mind control six years ago?

He didn't even bother to think about what the guy who was arrogant and focused on flattering the doctors' feet every day looked like.

Shang Yuan felt hot, endured it, and turned over to sit up.

The green uniform with eyes, nose and mouth quickly surrounded him, and everyone wore a weapon modification qualification medal on their chest.

Shang Yuan immediately understood that he was dreaming, broke free from the sedative bandages tied around his limbs, and strode towards the cabin elevator.

A very unpleasant memory.

The "New Humanity Project" tries to create human beings who will start a new civilization in the universe, and secretly sows dozens of "seeds" for cultivation.

These "seeds" took root and germinated in the incubators of various laboratories, but it was not the men and women of the same generation who provided the sperm and eggs.

Its gene is taken from the collection of the ninth warehouse of the central star.

Nine, from the perspective of traditional culture, is an overbearing number, and it is also the most common mysterious number in myths and legends.

It sounds like a godsend, but it actually took away some well-preserved remains of prehistoric humans, including hair.

On this basis, all core experimental objects are named according to the contents of the excavation report of the prehistoric museum, starting from [Xia] and ending with [Qing].

According to the historical trajectory of Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin and Han, [Xia] is of course the earliest achievement of the "New Humanity Project".

It is a pity that due to various reasons, this woman was calmly and decisively thrown to the garbage dump by the doctors at an early age.

Strictly speaking, Shangyuan is the second achievement of the laboratory.

Although he was the only representative in all subsequent secret documents, he successfully captured the hardships and glory of the plan for 200 years.

But he's not really fruitful either.

Frankly speaking, the "New Humanity Project" is a failed project.

because……

The air was getting hotter and hotter. Shang Yuan leaned on the transparent glass panel of the elevator and looked down at the busy doctors in the warship, feeling extremely irritable.

He was undoubtedly lucky to meet Fei Mingqiu at the age of 14, when he was about to be decomposed as waste.

At that time, he suddenly developed a resistance to normal food, failed several psychological tests, and repeatedly lost control and injured people during combat training.

It's like cannon fodder in a science fiction work.

So after several factional struggles, the doctors decided to abandon him and concentrate their manpower and material resources on the research of a new generation of experimental products headed by [Zhou].

As a result [Zhou] died.

A hasty and absurd death.

The doctors are dismayed to learn that a subject of one of their old colleagues had casually destroyed [Zhou] during his escape.

Luckily favored Shang Yuan again and again.

Here is an inappropriate analogy.

As the archaeological excavation report of the curator of the museum said: "Ancient China seems to be bounded by the Qin and Han Dynasties, and civilization has entered a new field since then."

A strange situation lay before everyone——

[Qin], [Han], [Wei]... [Ming], [Qing] and other experimental items named according to the age of the collection have a clear distinction between performance scores and [quotient].

In the face of the self-righteous research enterprise of geniuses, the dignity of the collective is completely unimportant.

The doctors had the cheek to pick up the waste from the bottom layer, and spent a lot of money to redesign the mechanical arm and develop a new heart for him.

Shangyuan has also obtained the "freedom" that other experimental products have never had:

If there is no general-level person to visit and question, he can go to Central Star No. [-] High School every Tuesday to Friday to attend classes.

Under the suppression of drugs, Shang Yuan is usually very lazy. Once he had nothing to do to take an exam seriously, he rushed to No.1 in a hurry.

A seemingly perfect experiment.

Handsome, tall, tough, sensible, reliable.

He was promised a bright future, and he began to meet the big men on the front line of the war and learn the manipulation methods of some huge defense lines.

He wasn't lucky, however.

Fei Mingqiu's blood was like crystallized wild honey. He tasted it a few times after he had had enough of the tasteless nutrient, and he couldn't forget it ever since.

Simply put, he couldn't find a "meal replacement" and the psychological problems got worse after a brief period of stabilization.

Often he saw a deformed, bloody tiger.Only he can see it.

The psychiatrist had no solution to this, and while comforting him, he dialed a short number to notify the doctors of an emergency meeting.

Shang Yuan entered the Qinqin District Court to work. The court’s internal files said “weapons are sealed up,” while the lab’s said it was “terminated.”

Terminate what?

- Terminate all inputs.

The doctors had to admit that [Shang] possessed an indelible independent will and the ability to destroy civilization, contrary to their original intentions.

They were divided into three groups, one group demanded immediate destruction to prevent chaos, one group demanded to be placed for observation, and the other group's attitude was vague and muddy the water.

God knows how there are so many idiots who are reluctant to invest in the early stage and want to whitewash the peace.

Shang Yuan arrived late and left early at the court and worked as an engineer for nearly three years. He never repaired or replaced any parts in his body.

The existence of anti-star weapons is dreadful, and it is a pity to discard them.

What's more, doctors who will be the unlucky ghost who bears the main responsibility?

I had no choice but to send someone to stare at him, and let him be damaged naturally, unless there was a war that he could not win before it was scrapped.

Shang, who lazily read novels in the spaceship and then took a nap, was far from waiting for the war between humans and alien creatures in the universe.

What was waiting was a tall and thin young man whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

He quietly looked at the neck of the person kneeling on the ground, and his appetite suddenly increased, thinking that the last time he opened his mouth to eat seemed to be six years ago.

The courts would not send anyone to look for him—the presiding judges were almost relieved to learn that he had disappeared.

The internal faction struggle in the laboratory is quite complicated. Since he disappeared, some project leaders can blame him.

……

The carriage sank into the mud, and the wild horse pulled forward desperately. The carriage shook violently twice, and rainwater splashed obliquely from the car window.

Shang Yuan's left hand touched the bottles and cans, and the cold touch woke him up from the stuffy memories.

Fei Mingqiu was sitting opposite him. Seeing that he was awake, he smiled with an unknown attitude and threw two empty cigarette cases to him.

Shang Yuan caught the cigarette case with one hand, and hurriedly caught the package of parts that was thrown.

"We'll be in Wangcheng soon." Fei Mingqiu leaned forward to signal Shang Yuan to look at his palms, "Wipe it with alcohol, can you do it yourself?"

Shang Yuan stared at the young man's palm full of scars and ointment, every time he wanted to speak, Fei Mingqiu pushed him back with his eyes.

Fei Mingqiu bypassed Shang Yuan and jumped off the carriage. When he walked to the side, he subconsciously looked into the window, but was caught by Shang Yuan.

Shang Yuan: "What?"

Fei Mingqiu hesitated to speak, extremely embarrassed, wiped the rain off his face and cursed softly: "What are you looking at!"

Shang Yuan thought for a while, "You wait."

Fei Mingqiu: "Oh."

He just stood there in the wind and weathered the rain until Shang Yuan put together a silver-red knife from the fallen parts of his right arm and presented it to him.

Fei Mingqiu was taken aback.

He couldn't see Shang Yuan's empty right shoulder, and he didn't ask Shang Yuan questions that some idiots would ask.

He just said softly, "Isn't this knife much duller than we were in Taishibi's illusion?"

Shang Yuan: "Well. From now on, it's just a knife. But if it's for you to use, it shouldn't make any difference."

Fei Mingqiu didn't speak, and quickly raised his hand to pick it up, but accidentally rubbed the wound on his palm, gasped in pain, and took it with pain.