After forming a covenant with the interstellar bosses

"001." Song Yu said these three words slowly.

Subject No. 001 provided them with a lot of data that they had not had before, and then they realized that changing the genes of mutant females seemed to be easier than changing the genes of males. As long as the genes of all mutant females returned to their original state and could no longer combine with mutant males, they would then take out a large number of human male genes or sperm to combine with them, and then the offspring would naturally become humans!

There was a lot of information, and Tang Zhishu and Song Yu skimmed through it until Song Yu found a book.

"We've been looking forward to the offspring produced by the union of the mermaid and the mutant, preferably a girl. This process is very worth studying."

Mermaids and mutants?

"It's a shame, it's actually a boy. And that mutant female has been fiercely protecting him. We only got the specimen now. He's more worthy of study than the other mutant males. But since it's a boy, let's stick with the male numbering. He should be 509."

509, Wu Lingjiu?

Song Yu's eyes went dark, and something kept flashing through his mind, like fragments one by one.

"Zhishu," she huddled in Tang Zhishu's arms, tears streaming down her face, "I've been to this place before. I seem to have really been here."

"But you don't have a twin sister."

"Yes, I don't have twins. If I really am 001, then..."

But she was a time traveler, and she wasn't the real Song Yu! Regardless of whether this body was the twin from the records, it had nothing to do with her, right? Song Yu was completely confused, and for a moment she couldn't think straight.

Song Yu suppressed the trembling and fear in her body. She didn't know if it was a memory from her body. At the innermost part, there was a gray door with dark blue patterns on it. Every time Song Yu saw her, she would involuntarily avoid it. She was very scared, very scared of that door.

"The Book."

Tang Zhishu was still looking at the information. There was a lot of information, but the parts involving technical secrets had been taken away, and most of what was left were some notes that were dispensable to them.

"Ok?"

Tang Zhishu looked up and found that Song Yu's face looked very bad. Just now when the two of them were looking at the information together, Song Yu had obviously recovered a lot.

"Open that door."

Tang Zhishu looked at the door that Song Yu pointed at. Although it looked strange, it was nothing to be afraid of.

"Master of the house."

With a "slap", a slap hit Tang Zhishu's face, and Song Yu said in a commanding tone: "Open it!"

Tang Zhishu didn't dare to hesitate any longer. He found that the door was not locked at all. It could be opened with just a slight push.

"Master, are you okay?" He stayed by Song Yu's side, not knowing how to make her feel better.

Song Yu shook off Tang Zhishu's hand that was trying to support her, clenched her fists tightly, and fought against the trembling sensations in her body that were like electric currents sweeping through her body. She bit her lips until they bled, and only then did she reluctantly step into the room behind the gray metal door.

There was nothing special about this room. The whole room was made of gray metal. There were beams of light passing through the grooves in the walls, just like in all science fiction movies. There was also a very common white ceiling light on the ceiling.

The only special thing was that there were only two large cages in this room. They were also made of gray metal, about 1.2 meters in size. There were two numbers written on the cages: 001 and 509.

“This is where we used to live.”

It was Wu Lingjiu's voice, but the tone was very low.

"From this age," Wu Lingjiu pointed to a room that was only as high as his waist, "we have lived here until two years ago."

Always here?

Something suddenly appeared in Song Yu's mind, until she touched the nameplate of 001——

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I am 001. Ever since I can remember, I have lived in a cage behind the laboratory and was experimented on every day.

I don't know when I started here, let alone who those people in white clothes are. In fact, I didn't know anything at the beginning. It seemed that I was supposed to be here, and it seemed that the world was only populated by those people in white clothes.

They called themselves experimenters, and they all hated me, saying I was a lowly, dirty mutant, but I didn't know what a mutant was.

When I was hungry they would give me some potions, and when I was thirsty I would drink those potions as well.

But those potions weren't always available. Before and after the "experiments," I was constantly hungry and thirsty. They tossed me around, taking blood and urine tests every day, and running some strange tests. Everything was fine. The most terrifying thing was the constant cutting: one day my stomach, the next my legs. Sometimes, a piece of my head would inexplicably disappear, only to be restored.

I was in pain every day, especially after the experimenter left and the whole laboratory fell into darkness. Fortunately, I didn’t know what fear was at that time, but I just kept shaking involuntarily.

I didn't understand what hate was, but I hated them at that time.

After I became a little more sensible, I tried to resist and refused to cooperate, but it was completely useless. They could make me unconscious at any time, and if they needed me to be awake, they would tie my limbs, insert a tube for drinking medicine directly into my stomach, and insert an even more painful tube into my body for excretion. I could be tied to the bed for five or ten days like this, like a forgotten object.

Crying and begging are useless, they will only say: Oh my God, this mutant cries so disgustingly.

But fortunately, there was an aunt, experimenter No. 39, who would occasionally talk to me, tell me about things outside, and even find something to play with me. She said she had to make sure I was alive and that I had my own human consciousness, otherwise she would be responsible, but I didn't understand what responsibility was.

For a long time, she was the only person I could communicate with.

Later I stopped resisting, and things actually got much better, especially during the experiments where they cut open my stomach or head. After each experiment, I could lie flat on a very large and soft bed for several days. When they found out I didn't resist, they didn't lock me up tightly every time.

Even though I spent most of the time lying in bed, shaking with pain and having all sorts of tubes inserted into my body, I didn't want to stay curled up in a cage all by myself.

Until I was 6 years old, another cage exactly the same as mine was placed next to mine, and a child younger than me was sent there.

He cried and howled, refusing to cooperate, saying he missed his mother, but he didn't know what a mother was. The experimenter gave him many injections, but he couldn't cry even if he wanted to, his throat was completely drained, and he refused to drink the liquid medicine that would fill his stomach.

I thought he was really stupid. When he refused to drink, I snatched it from him and drank it myself. I couldn't reach his bottle, so I imitated the experimenters and ordered him to give me the potion. At first he didn't listen, but one time an experimenter didn't lock the cage properly, so I walked out and beat him up like some of the experimenters beat me, and he started to obey.