Therapy Planet No. 13

The four beams of fire formed four bright pillars of light in the air, instantly submerging Divanketi's body in orange red.

died?

There was a faint smell of barbecued meat from the tip of the nose.

At that moment, Lu Yi had a strange thought: Although the biological evolution has reached this stage, if it is life, it will eventually usher in death, right?

The huge thick smoke dissipated quickly, revealing the fist hiding in it that was accumulating power.

not dead!

With quick eyes and quick hands, Lu Yi controlled the linked mecha to the most accurate level, as if what covered his body was not the unfit mecha that was forcibly connected, but his own skin.

Her body forcibly moved a piece to the side in the air, but her left chest was still inevitably punched, and her whole body accelerated and fell like a kite with a broken string.

Angel and Lui started to act almost at the same time.

The battlefield of mechs belongs to the sky, while the war of the human body is based on the earth.

She rushed up to Almi and punched Almi unceremoniously in the stomach.

Thorn of Death is famous for its fierce and quick assassination. Such a blatant attack is not Angel's strong point at all, not to mention that the enemy she faces is the principal of the military academy.

Sometimes appearances can be very deceiving.

Despite his elegant appearance and the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose like many vulnerable intellectuals, Almi's hands are as expected.

With just a grip and a twist, a crisp dislocation of bones permeated the violent roar.

Angel was not fond of fighting, even if her wrist was broken, she ran straight to the broken window without saying a word.

Get out!

Since Almi's target is himself, now is the best time to escape!

"You think you can really go?"

Almi chuckled, his movements were too wide, revealing a strong wrist.

With a slash and a slash, the teacup on the desk fell instantly and shattered into three pieces on the ground, and the two struggled hard.

Every movement of Almi is terribly accurate, attacking when necessary, punching and splitting palms, occasionally reversing, taking some necessary damage, minimizing the damage as much as possible, and at the same time hitting every point of attack in the bit.

"Think of yourself as a robot while fighting."

For every student of Almy, no matter how many years have passed, the teacher in the tactics class will emphasize this eternal truth.

But humans and robots are fundamentally different.

Robots are immortal, painless, and can be repaired, and then put into use in an infinite loop, but humans are not.

No matter how powerful the human species is, as long as it is life, it will face death, and correspondingly, it will feel pain and desire.No matter how iron-blooded and ruthless the original Almiians are, they will maintain their love for the military.Desire is the root of strength, but also the weakness of manipulation.

That's why the Almi star has always been used by other races. Although they ignore the political power, it is undeniable that people on other planets are serious. Although the Almi people are powerful, they are still just interstellar thugs.

And this situation became more prominent after the war.

Almi star has introduced a large amount of blood from other planets. Although the cultivation method still follows the tradition, the core of the planetary ethnicity no longer exists.

More emotions and more diverse desires poured in like splashes of ink. Although it looks exactly the same as before after unified training, anyone with a discerning eye knows that something is quietly changing.

The traditional Almis miss their more pure self in the past, and the people who immigrated to join hope to get real recognition, so there is a dispute between the blood faction and the action faction, and the emergence of this group itself is a symbol of division.

"But if there are military robots, why do you need soldiers?"

Louie suddenly remembered the question he had asked in life science class.

This class is an advanced elective course at the university, and even the lecturer is the director of the institute, Jeffrey Moran.

"No matter how powerful a robot is, it is always a tool. We will not change the status of these things just because the weapon is a stick or a gun. The program can be rewritten, and the data can be tampered with. Only human desires are the easiest to be manipulated, but also the most Easy to hold on to."

A cold light flashed, and Louis' body fell to the ground as lightly as a cat under the action of energy repulsion.

Divankoti's huge body did not choose to buffer, but his legs smashed two huge black holes on the extremely hard masonry ground.

His leg bones became shattered under the impact, but they were forcibly wrapped by the black armor. There was no expression on that dead face, and he jumped up again in the next second, and the armor on his arm turned into black armor at this moment. A huge machine gun barrel fired countless shotguns at Lui.

"We're looking for a balance."

Louie vaguely remembered Jeffrey Moran's answer, "Although the balance point advocated by each planet is different, the content of balance throughout human history is the same."

"The balance of reason and emotion."

Lui slightly adjusted the attack mode. The gun limit was adjusted to a cold weapon for melee combat. The attack limit was lifted, and the already meager defense became less, almost equal to zero.But her agility has been adjusted to the maximum, holding a very thin rapier with one hand, with a faint white light edging, which is a sign of the extreme concentration of energy. Break open human bones like cutting tofu.

She jumped up like dust flying in the sunlight beam, her brain was running at a high speed, calculating the rhythm of each bullet ejection, and then, stepping on the rhythm of the guns and shuttles through the gunfire, trying to find the timing of the next attack.

A delicate balance is maintained.

"If the future of robots is to have human emotions, why can't the future of humans have the near-perfect rationality and sophisticated data processing capabilities of robots?"

"Perhaps this idea was a fantasy a long time ago."

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Jeffrey began to sort out the materials at hand.

"However, as everyone knows, during the research process of the Federation's unified language, the Federation not only released the first edition of the "Cosmic Language Dictionary" in 3 years, but also the discovery of the spiritual net and the mental threshold became a basic subject through the Federation's highest academy. Become the consensus of the universe."

Stacks of papers are stacked together, like a whole block of thick bricks. Under Jeffrey's deliberate guidance, every move seems to affect the resonance of the spiritual network of every student present.

"The spiritual network imitating the Internet was born in the laboratory, and we gave it the name Starnet. After the initial human experiments, it was the army, the federal high-level, and finally the federal government promulgated the "Starnet Law" to put it into civilian use."

"This incident has been close to 3000 years ago, and the research on the spiritual network and the mental threshold is still in full swing. The growth of the star network is surprisingly beyond the expectations of the researchers who made this suggestion."

"3000 years have passed, and this ancient proposition has once again returned to human attention in response to the tide of the times."

Jeffrey paused here, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there seemed to be a bright light dancing in the depths of his dark gray eyes, which was the purest desire for knowledge and truth: "And this is also an extremely important thing that the research focuses on. For important topics, if students are interested, they can apply for student assistants at the institute after class to participate in the research together.”

"hiss……"

Louie gasped.

Precise calculations, coupled with abandoning the insensitivity of human perception, one of Divanketi's arms suddenly transformed into a sharp blade, piercing through Lui's abdomen.

He seemed to want to move directly across Louis's abdomen to cut the person in half, but Louis immediately drew back the distance between the two, and Divankoti's arm was filled with Louis' sticky blood.

Louis' movements were momentarily sluggish.

Immediately afterwards, the next round of intensive artillery fire struck again.

This time she couldn't dodge 100%.

After finishing speaking, Jeffrey glanced at the students present, and left the topic of discussion for this class:

"Can the future of human evolution—could—be based on the development of the spiritual web? Will it be the cornerstone on which future human evolution will depend?"

***

"impossible!"

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

When the executing soldiers opened the door of Locke's room, they heard a lunatic turning around in place with red eyes.

He was wearing a green military uniform, with a pale face and an overly thin body, which made him look out of place with the clothes.

Locke was still wearing shackles on his hands and feet. Perhaps it was detected that Locke had no attack power. The restrictions on him were not as strict as that of Louis, but he was shackled aside with ordinary shackles with chains.

He was trapped in the corner of the room like a trapped animal, circling in circles, and when the soldiers came in to carry out the execution and opened the door, he suddenly raised his voice, roaring: "That's my research data! How could it appear in the here!"

Soldier:"……"

Although they didn't know what the intruder was muttering, the soldiers still looked at each other.

The place of execution is an open-air square. People who have violated the laws of the planet will be taken there to carry out punishment. They came here to bring people to the open-air square.

After all, Locke is not a combatant like Luiger, and he is nothing without the scalpel.

The soldiers quickly subdued him in place and took him out of the laboratory in two or three steps.

"What's up with him?"

The soldiers escorting Liming couldn't help asking when they saw it.

"Who knows, I'm crazy."

"Hey! Smelly brat!" Locke saw that Liming had also been escorted out, and he became a little more sober, yelling loudly regardless of his care.

"Shut up!" The soldier glared at him, "Shut up in the research institute!"

"That's a human experiment!" Locke clenched the shackles on his wrists excitedly. "The research I did on the 13th—the information I saw in the secret room—is the human experiment of the Spirit Network!"

"Shut up, do you hear me!" The soldier kicked Locke in the chest and smashed it down roughly, making Locke's mouth full of blood. "If you keep yelling, I'll kill you right now!"

"It doesn't matter."

A steady male voice approached from far to near, "Let him speak."

Locke suddenly looked towards the source of the sound.

"No offense intended, I just came here to get some paper documents, but I didn't expect to run into you on a mission."

Frank Moran appeared from the shadows, fixed his eyes on Locke's face, and a polite smile appeared on the corner of his perennial poker face: "So everyone is from No. 13... Let me introduce myself, I am Frank Moran, The director of the institute here."

He stared at Locke: "Seeing is worse than hearing... I have been studying your report for a long time, Your Excellency Buzhet."

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