How to beat a white flower

Father and mother died too early.

Spana often thinks this way, so early that no one can stop Serra.

Now he is walking on the street, and he can often see people equipped with mechanical body parts. The mechanical arms and legs were the first to be put into use, followed by various coatings, and artificial internal organs made using biotechnology, such as Kidney, heart, lung.

And the cost of these transplants is not high, because Sierra has modified these parts to the most perfect state, and a person who wants to install a new arm is as simple as adding a piece of building blocks to a missing corner.

He saw with his own eyes a person pull out his finger with a natural expression, a small cluster of flames representing high temperature emerged from the fingertips, and lit a cigarette sideways.

When he arrived near the Imperial Pillar Tower, he could see a strange building soaring into the sky——

People call it "Ladder", but its official name is Teleporter 079.

At first glance, it was Sera's name.

The ladder seems to have no end, but in fact it is a device that decomposes a person into an atomic state and then teleports. The destination of the teleportation can be anywhere, and the energy source of the teleportation is the Dresden Stone Slab.

Like an inextinguishable source of fire, the Dresden Stone Plate is constantly generating energy. This huge energy not only made the seven kings, but also made various researches on Sierra today.

The energy conversion efficiency of internal combustion engines and external combustion engines is 10%-50%, gas turbine engines can reach up to 40%, and hydraulic engines are theoretically only 90%. In Sierra, the energy conversion efficiency of stone slabs can reach 100%.

Impossible numbers exist precisely because this is not a technology that belongs to reality, but... the domain of gods.

When Serra acquires knowledge, people feel gratified; when Serra masters knowledge, people feel admiration; when Serra creates knowledge, people feel honored;

When Sierra began to transcend knowledge... people were terrified.

But even fear, the greedy side of human instinct that desires to evolve prompts them to continue to support Sierra, politicians, businessmen... Many people think they can control this tool, but in the end no one can.

Spana stood in the transparent square shell, and there was an endless abyss under his feet, but in the next second, he disappeared here.

As soon as he walked out, Spana almost tripped over something spinning around under his feet.

"What is this?" He picked up the golden ball.

"Gold..." Sera, wearing goggles and a white coat, replied without looking back, "It was just blasted out with gamma rays."

"Um...well..." Spana shrugged helplessly, "Don't make too much, you know."

What right does he have to be sentimental... After all, he was the one who didn't stop Serra in the earliest days. Even now, he can't refuse Serra's request. Among the products that transcended the times, there are many of his handwriting.

That's why - Sierra asked herself to build a space station in the universe as her experimental base.

His twin sister, though banished from the world, still hangs above the heads of men like a shining star.

He thought so until he closed his eyes.

There is a gravity device in the space station, which is almost the same as on the ground.

When Sierra rushed to the third laboratory where the alarm sounded, what she saw was the blood spattered on the silver-white wall of the laboratory.

"Blanc?"

"It's me, Sera."

The man who has grown up is already a head taller than Sera. He has the purest white hair, but has purple pupils that only demons have. Every inch of his smile seems to have been soaked in a pool of depravity.

He wiped the bright red on his cheeks, and the blood droplets spread into a blurred blood stain, and the muzzle of a delicate pistol/gun in his hand was facing down, emitting a slight blue smoke.

This is a long corridor, Sera is at one end, Bai Lan and Spana are at the other end, the light of the space station is pale and intense, the only color in the whole picture is the same deep eyes when the two look at each other .

When Sierra walked, her face was tense, her jawline carved like a god showed a high degree of vigilance, her pale cherry lips were tightened, and her platinum-gold eyelashes trembled every time, as if a judgment was being cast down.

Humans are brain-dead about 4-6 minutes after the heart stops beating, and Spana on the ground is obviously powerless.

Human beings are just that fragile, and Sera had understood that from birth.

The strange thing was that Selah wasn't surprised that the day seemed to come, either by someone else, or by Prynne... or by herself, or by Spana.

Spana is the last kite string holding her, and Prynne is the wind that expects her to fly high in the air.

Now that the kite string was broken, Selah seemed relieved for a split second that the last person in the world she needed to care about was gone.

All that was left was freedom...but her heart seemed to be submerged in water, and she couldn't breathe even though the oxygen content in the air was normal.

Because, that was her brother, her once inseparable half body.

For the twins, they share the same soul, but it was split in two when they came into the world. This is a blood relationship that cannot be abandoned.

A mist gradually filled the emerald green eyes, making her unable to see the figure in front of her clearly, only the shadowy silhouette approaching.

In the bloody embrace, the man who was the murderer comforted her like this.

"Cry out, Sera..." He seemed to be pitying the believers of the gods, with blasphemous fanaticism, "Your tears are precious...your anger, your sorrow, your freedom...all will be controlled by me to build."

Wiping the blood-stained fingertips and rubbing away the tears, he kissed the stained fair cheek, "If you are willing to hate me, that would be great."

"Is that what you think?"

"That's right..." Bai Lan gradually slid down her waist holding Sera until she knelt on one knee, "Take me as the first experimental subject born in the new world, Sera."

Sera had already put away her tears, and a strange expression of neither sadness nor joy appeared on her face. The lights in the passage flickered, and both of their faces were stained with dark blood.And Sela's eyes were already on the end of the aisle.

"That's as you wish."

"According to the information I got, the people on the ground are going to destroy the space station with plasma cannon in a week's time."

Before Bai Lan was immersed in the cultivation tank, she suddenly spoke.

"Will I still wake up?"

"It's hard to say..." Even Sierra was conducting this experiment for the first time.

"Well, yes, then this news should be my last words."

Sierra had already been cleaned, disinfected and sterilized, and her white hands reached into the culture fluid, and they were separated as soon as they touched her chest.

Shaking the culture fluid on her hand, she adjusted the button on the side again. The temperature suddenly dropped below zero, and the liquid that entered Bai Lan's lungs became icy cold, and every breath was painful, as if being brought into the excess of death, in the dark. Drowning in the river.

He stood up suddenly, and the moment he broke through the water, he seemed to have gained a new life.But he just held Serra's wrist by the tank, close to his cheek.

"I think, I still have something to say..." He clenched his fingers together, "Sera, I love you."

Then he returned to the cold liquid without hesitation, even though he had just felt the temperature of life.

There was no sound when the ion knife separated the skin and muscles. Sera looked at the heart that had gradually slowed down, cut open the blood vessels and nerves bit by bit, and took out the energy block that she had prepared a long time ago—— according to the An engine that can be used by humans based on Dresden slate principles.

There was no need for fusion. Under the repairing effect of the culture fluid, this energy block quickly fused with Bailan's flesh and blood. She pressed the button on the side, and the fresh culture fluid diluted the bright red blood.

In the liquid, the blood is a thread, like a snake that will swim around.

"I'll love you too."

Looking at Bai Lan with frosted eyebrows, she said softly.

Sera tried to cut off the life of Subject-01 completely.But in the moment before the brain died, the various abilities of the experimental product-01 also dropped significantly... It was as if, all of this needed the support of the "soul".

One week quickly, when Sierra was sitting by the porthole one afternoon, looking through the window of the prototype at the planet she hadn't set foot on for a long time, the bright red words "launching soon" appeared on the terminal at hand.

The plasma cannon is just a by-product of her experiment—just like all kinds of mechanical parts, she has the final control over every work of Sera.

She could have stopped it, but she wanted to test the performance of Experiment-01 more.

A culture tank was thrown into the vast universe. The man inside had long silver hair reaching his waist, his eyes were closed, and a metal box with patterns was inlaid on his chest, like a dummy carved out of white jade and ice.

The powerful plasma cannon came oncoming, and he opened his eyes unhurriedly—there were no pupils in those eyes!

There seemed to be dense blue characters rolling on the whites of the pure eyes, and after quick calculations, a dense net enveloped him in front of him.

A faint silver color appeared on the net, like a mirror——

In the communication room on the ground, people were all dumbfounded in front of the screen, how could this be?

They don't know, and dare not think, what is the use of this mirror.

What hangs high above people's heads may not be the stars that enlighten the future, but the sword of Damocles that will fall at any time.

"Where are the kings! Those high-ranking guys..."

"Director..." the scientist with dark eyes murmured, "Did you forget that since "Sera" completed the slate fire plan, there is no king in this world.At that time, it was you who single-handedly supported the removal of supernatural powers and returned the world to ordinary people. "

The person known as "Director" tapped hard on the keyboard with one hand.However, the terminal with the highest control right did not respond.

He stared fixedly at the terminal, and suddenly understood—"That witch, witch, and heretic! She can clearly control the plasma cannon!"

"Judgment Day... this must be the judgment of "Sera"! "

Among scientists, the proportion of religious believers is not low, and most of them are fanatical theological elements.

As the saying goes, the end of science is theology. When they encounter incomprehensible unknowns, in order to prevent themselves from going crazy, they will inevitably place their faith in the omnipotent god.

The smooth mirror perfectly reflected the plasma cannon capable of destroying the world, and the attack that could wipe out the space station in one fell swoop is now coming to this launch station again!

Some stood up, some crossed their chests, some clasped their hands together, some collapsed decadently, but none of them fled hastily.

Can't escape, can't escape.

The director doesn't believe in the existence of gods, but seeing the inorganic eyes and the undulating human beings on the screen, he couldn't help but start to believe—believe that the Sera behind this thing is no longer human.

"Stand up..." His voice had become hoarse at some point, but his fragile vocal cords were still trembling desperately, "Stand up! We must stand up and welcome the doomsday as a human being."

Until the white light swallowed the entire base, he continued to go down, splitting the planet in one fell swoop, and his consciousness disappeared in the drifting nothingness.

He... lost...

After all, the glimmer of fireflies gathered by human beings cannot compare with the exploding stars. The director does not regret doing all this.Because this is his last belief as a human being.

Whether it's the king, or Sera...he has to eradicate it, so that ordinary humans can continue to climb up.

"Target destroyed."

When Experiment-01 returned to the space station, Sera was still by the porthole, and she suddenly felt a little cold.

"It has been detected that your body temperature is lower than normal, and now we will adjust the room temperature for you to—"

"No..." Sera said, "Give me a blanket."

A violet-like shimmer appeared in the pupilless eyes.

"As you wish."

When Sera looked up, the color disappeared again, only the closed eyes, and the purple inverted crown tattoo that began to appear at some point in the eyes.

Serra cut off the connection path of the teleporter 079.So far, she has completely lost contact with the land where she grew up.

"Experiment-01, no, Bai Lan..." She stared at the shattered planet, with a blanket that had just been put on her shoulders, "What else haven't I done?"

After finishing speaking, she silently shook her head, there was no Bailan here anymore.

No Spana either.

It turns out that the universe is so big, Sera pressed her five fingers to the porthole, and breathed into fog.

"Go to laboratory No. [-], help me check the integrity of the experimental items, and then go back to the culture tank, I want to check your data."

She saw the white mist dissipate, and there was no warmth on the woman's delicate eyebrows.

"Yes……"

Experiment-01 left in response.

In the No. [-] laboratory, there are mechanical clones, with human brains and appearance, but the inside is full of machinery and culture fluid.

They all had a dark hole in their chests, revealing the beating dark blue energy blocks inside. They were able to escape from the culture fluid, which was a more successful work than Experiment-01—as long as Sera helped them press the "heart".

But in fact, Sera has been using the "defective product" of Experiment-01, as if forgetting to put this laboratory in the dark.

The space station has been floating in the universe for a long time. With the slate, Sera has endless energy.

Just like when she has nothing to do, she can use gamma rays to blast gold out of her spare time—now this kind of thing can also be done by Experiment-01.

It seems that the long-planned boredom has finally reached its peak. One day, after inspecting the facilities of the space station, Sierra suddenly thought, it seems that she hasn't tried death yet?

As long as the data of the brain is transmitted to the terminal of the space station, the space station can continue to operate, and the experimental product-01 will not have any influence.

And she will first take the medicine that shields perception, then burn herself to ashes with fire, and then press the ashes into a diamond... This is also an explanation for the body that once entrusted her soul.

Thinking this way, she planned to tell Subject-01 the plan.But before she could leave, the station's sirens sounded.

Monitoring showed that two "Experiment-01" appeared.

Her Experiment-01 died...or in other words, it was scrapped.

Another Subject-01 left.

Sera put the head, the only one with human traces, on his knee. The head was completely separated from the body, and there was a faint blue pipe connecting the body. After a long time, the "blood" in the body is almost dry, unable to maintain bodily functions.

There was viscous culture fluid on the neck, Sera brushed it gently, the eyes of this head were always closed, no matter how long she stared at it.

She knew that it was a phantom of a parallel world... It was a new subject, but she was a little tired.

Loneliness, it turns out, will kill a person.

"In this case, let's go together, 01."

Holding his head and jumping into the blue flames that gradually spread to the entire space station, Sera finally felt the long-lost warmth.

The author has something to say:

I feel a bit weak when I write it, but I try to express what I want to write as much as possible.

This is the final ending of Selah as a somewhat crazy (?) scientist, or a lonely genius. The more I write, the more I feel that this is a big villain, and a big villain with no opponent.

In a sense, she became like this mainly because she didn't go to school (?), and it was caused by a big failure in socialization (compulsory education upper score.jpg).

He was treated at home until he was eight years old and went straight to university, and then he only communicated with smart people.And this group of geniuses is more or less seriously ill.

ps In the end, some of this group of people stayed on the space station as experimental subjects, and some became people who fired plasma cannons on the ground.

The part of PPS Parallel World Bailan can be found in Chapter 39.

It is completely over, thank you all for your company (bow) all the way!

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