Therapy Planet No. 13

"Experiment 86132, reorganization failed." Riley's voice sounded mechanically, "Data analysis."

"Is there any progress?" Rhodes asked.

Riley shook his head: "Still not."

"continue."

"I know." Riley lowered his eyes, "... Debugging black holes is a very cumbersome thing, not to mention that we don't have the equipment to create large-scale black holes, we can only perform data simulations."

"Don't worry." Rhodes reassured her, "Almi is taking it back."

He seems to have infinite patience with Riley: "You just have to do the debugging before the experiment, and don't have to think about anything else, just study with peace of mind."

"I heard that the communication over there is not good. Although there is a mobile satellite network, the signal is still unstable..."

"So I'm on my way to the rendezvous." Rhodes paused, and smiled broadly, "Just in case, I will try my best to meet Almi in person."

He said and hung up the communication.

"Bishop, we have reached the front line, shall we continue?"

"Go ahead." Rhodes said coldly to Ahan, "Stop near the transition point that Almi passed by. I want to get the controller as soon as possible."

"Yes."

The starship continued to sail without stopping.

Rhodes—or, rather, Arnold Sutter's—has always been clear about what he wants.

Long before the federation was established, the cosmic ephemerides were divided, and during the chaotic war, general Sartre, who was born on earth, raised the idea of ​​unifying the universe.

In such a chaotic age, unifying the universe is something that everyone yearns for.

In theory, everyone has the possibility to change history.

But the same history can only be changed by one person.

During the long military war, Sartre realized a reality.

A brief peace is not what he is after.

He wanted eternal peace.

But as long as human beings have different thoughts, different ideas collide violently, and they will always become the source of turmoil and storms.

What a better world it would be if all people held the same beliefs?

Legend has it that human beings in the past spoke a unified language, had the same thoughts, and built a tower of Babel that could reach the sky.The gods were terrified, so they destroyed the tower, stripping it along with the language.

Since then, human beings have spoken different languages, which cannot be understood or unified.

Then there were quarrels, conflicts, and wars in the world.

Sartre decided to make himself the "god" who reglued thought.

In order to pursue the consistency of thinking, Sartre thought of many methods.

However, these methods require repeated verification and trial over time.

So he faked a suicide attack on himself, trying to learn from the Zerg how the Queen commanded the Swarm.

But soon, Sartre realized that pheromones are not suitable for most humans.

In the following process of anonymity, he changed his surname to "Luo", wandering among ordinary people, seeking suitable talents for his plan.

Finding a way will take time, long enough to span his life.

He decided to establish a religion and pass on his ideas from generation to generation.

This was the only most feasible method that Sartre could find in his time.

Religion, simulation, experimentation.

After the federation was established, Sartre, who was aliased as the Ancient Oriental Family, successfully entered the parliament by virtue of his early relationship network.

They were not big figures who called the wind and rain, but those who were able to enter the parliament at that time also played a lot of decisive roles in key matters.

He happened to be in charge of the formation of Sanxingdui.

So there is a large-scale social experiment, Digital Planet, who single-handedly planned the round-up of sentinel based on spiritual influence, and also single-handedly caused the destruction of ABO based on pheromone infection.

It is a pity that these have not made any progress in the countless years after his death.

Sartre entrusted his wish to time, and asked his successors to reorganize the information and resurrect him when the time is right.

This is Sartre's ideal "Great Return".

Thousands of years have passed, and the experiment finally made some progress. Silos, who disappeared in the universe, suddenly appeared, and Rhodes—the descendant of the Luo family also became a trusting satyr.

Everything seems to be going well.

Rhodes knew the truth, but he didn't intend to follow Sartre's layout.

"I'm about to have the ability to create the world." Rhode looked at Ah Han, as if talking to himself, "But why should I realize other people's dreams?"

Ahan turned on the video camera that Almi carried with him, saluted respectfully, and did not answer.

Before he knew it, he had become the most "infected" one.

It wasn't just ideas that disappeared, but hatred, fanaticism, and silent indictments of the past.

Almi on the screen has already hovered over the research institute.

The advance team has broken into the interior.

See the picture poorly.

When Jessica broke in and urged to leave, Locke was staring at some hapless hackers programming him.

"Stop writing! Didn't you hear the gunshots outside?" Jessica grabbed Locke's clothes and urged, "Pack up and leave!"

No one paid her any attention.

The crackling of the hackers' fingers was so fast that only afterimages remained.

Locke's eyes were red, he grabbed Jessica's wrist, and yelled in a low voice: "Don't worry, just one moment. We can..."

Without any spirit of scientific research, Gong Qi suddenly pressed the switch of a display screen, with a firm attitude: "Hurry up and go."

His first task is to be in charge of cover and safety. How can he manage the endless energy of scientific researchers?

"What are you doing!" the hacker screamed, his voice almost distorted, "We can make something right away!"

Locke pressed the switch: "Leave him alone..."

He spared a bit of energy and said to Jessica, "5 minutes, we can finish the data analysis in 5 minutes."

Jessica hesitated.

She knows how important this situation is.

Now they are using servers with maximum power calculations. Once transferred, the speed and efficiency will all drop by more than a little bit.

All analysis has to start from scratch.

Not necessarily able to deal with success.

She looked at Gong Qi hesitantly.

What Gong Qi couldn't bear the most was the little girl's pleading eyes - any similar eyes could remind him of his deceased daughter.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Damn it! Just 5 minutes!"

With a flick of Gong Qi's wrist, the robotic arm instantly turned into a one-handed gun barrel.

"Soldiers follow me to guard the door. Hurry up, and the researchers who are okay will help you pack your things! Do you hear me?"

The guards had already received the notification of the cyborg for temporary action, and they pulled out the safety of their weapons one after another, and followed the worker seven to file out.

"You come here to help me too." Locke stuffed a piece of data into Jessica's hands, his tone hurried, "Quick!"

Li Ming took a glance and found that the analysis progress bar had reached 87.51%.

It would be a pity to fall short of success - as Locke said, victory is in sight.

At the same time that Gongqi went out to stand guard, Almi's advance team had already entered the central base, breaking through the second-floor defense lock.

"How are they so fast?"

The guards on the third floor were terrified when they heard the movement, "Even if such a thick bulletproof material is hit by a shell, it won't be so fast, right?"

Where are they?

How do they do it?

How many of our people died?

Will I be next?

Countless questions flashed through the minds of the soldiers who hadn't fought yet.

Even though all the soldiers left behind were high-quality soldiers, facing the advance team that stood out from the Almi universe-level abnormal intensity training, they still felt overwhelming suffocation and despair.

90%

Loud rips and incoherent growls resolved their confusion.

A guard leaning against the door calmly guarded the closed gate.

A huge roar suddenly sounded in the quiet space!

Then a giant bump hit from outside the door!

That shape is clearly a human hand, but whether it is power or the fear it brings, it is an indescribable unknown.

The twisted fingers opened a gap in the door, and then pulled it left and right, forcefully pulling the closed door to both sides of the wall.

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The guard closed his eyes and emptied the bullets in the magazine in one breath. After a moment of silence, he opened his eyes tremblingly, only to find a twisted humanoid monster in front of him.

The cloudy and dead yellow pupils were staring at him.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” he screamed, pressing his trigger again and again.

But in the next second, that humanoid monster bit off half of his face!

One after another, monsters came in through the gap, eating up the unlucky guard to the bone in an instant.

Blood filled the hallway.

"Hurry up..." Jessica stared at the screen, almost pleading in a low voice.

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The advance team walked through the bloody scene indifferently, and the captain gave a safe gesture to the team members behind, and they deciphered the remaining electronic gates in an orderly manner.

"Fucking five minutes have passed! Are you alright?!" Gong Qi was already yelling.

"Damn only 3 minutes!!!"

Almi also brought Divankoti who was infected with the Black Death virus.

After collecting countless data on the battlefield, with the improvement of Riley and Jeffrey, they successfully cultivated a creature that is "interested in human flesh and blood".

It is still too difficult for them to eat only a few specific people, so Rhodes suggested that they should be interested in all human beings directly.

The Armi soldier genes were then removed from their prey lists.

In order to ensure the efficiency of the operation, this batch of Divankoti body is even selected from Almi's excellent soldiers.

No one disputes this.

A small number of purebred Almis even look forward to this kind of absolute power.

Therefore, the evolved version of Divankoti cooperated with the soldiers of the advance team, and quickly passed through the third underground floor.

Below is the location of the Institute.

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98.65%

98.69%

The total analysis bar is beating slowly.

"They're coming! They're coming! Get ready!"

The voice of the hacker who is responsible for keeping an eye on the dynamics of the base is trembling: "Level [-] blockade!!!"

dong dong dong.

Several solid walls descended from the already sealed airtight passage.

Make intruders who accidentally break in unable to advance or retreat.

Lucas had envisioned this extreme situation when it was built, so the defense of the research institute was the last line of blockade that the entire base could not retreat from.

The machine guns in countless dark walls are ready to go.

A monster appeared around the corner.

99.01%

pat.

The hacker hit the launch button.

The dense flames made it impossible to see clearly on the screen, but they did not dare to relax in the slightest. After a round of fire attack, the smoke had not dissipated, and there was one less light spot on the thermal imager.

it works!

This undoubtedly gave everyone a dose of reassurance.

"Second round of attack, prepare—start!"

99.05%

Seeing that victory was in sight, Locke suppressed the joy in his heart, and finally distracted himself from thinking about other things.

He grabbed Jessica's collar: "Where's the black hole controller? Did you take it out?"

That's what Almi came for.

Jessica snapped off his paw, pointed to her pocket: "I've already taken it out! If I count on you, maybe everyone can go home now!"

The number displayed on the thermal imaging camera was getting less and less, Gong Qi stared at the screen and said, "It feels a little bit wrong, please stop for a while."

Attack stopped.

The smoke dissipated.

Everyone fell silent.

Difan Keti, who was supposed to be beaten to death, was filling up the entire screen densely.

They were not killed, but the intensive firepower interfered with their judgment.

Just in this gap, a Divankoti jumped up and bit the camera into pieces.

"99.99%!" Locke's voice sounded at the right time, "Ten seconds!"

"withdraw!"

"Get out!"

Gong Qi's voice was filled with endless panic.

The last picture displayed on the screen.

Those yellow cloudy eyes looked like a rotten grape.