【Shine】Vital

The night wind is cool, brushing the earth and leaves on the plain, spreading the singing of cicadas as a thread and following the stream away.

Leaves fell from the treetops and swirled onto the wooden floor of the open window.

Enkidu heard the sound of leaves falling, but he seemed to sink into an abyss, his consciousness sank, and he was surrounded by darkness.

He knew he was dreaming.

In the dream he was sitting in a white laboratory.

Surrounded by the cold and monotonous mechanical sound of the measuring instrument, the white ceiling, white robe, white mask, the gray-haired old man, the few colors in the room are his long green hair hanging on his chest, standing not far away brunette woman.

The eyelids of the old man in front of him were raised and his eyes were wild. Looking at him was like a craftsman looking at the delicate ceramics in his hands.

The old professor bent down and taught him with gestures.

"Smile, just turn the corners of your mouth up and up. That's right, your eyes must be sharp, and the corners of your eyes should be bent... Hey, why can't you learn it?"

The female scholar in a white coat and a medical mask put down the record book, shook her head, and persuaded, "Professor, there must be a limit to your perfectionism. As a tool, he only needs to know how to kill people."

The female scholar drew out the scalpel, played with the handle of the knife and wrote lightly, "Please let Rang sit next to you and rest for a while, I have to cut his chest open and reconnect the blood vessels, otherwise if his speed exceeds The speed of sound, the blood supply of the heart will not be able to bear it."

The professor backed away with a sigh.

"The anesthetic...ah, it's already used up, forget it, let's do it." She ordered the puppet to lie down, tightly bound his limbs with restraint belts, and held the scalpel in the puppet's expressionless expression, cut deep into the skin—

"what……!"

Killing intent gushed out in an instant.

Enkidu's eyes widened, the desire to survive occupied every cell in his body!It was all he could do not to break free from the restraints and snap the scholar's head off.

"..."

The scholar's movements stopped.

She raised her eyebrows and looked down at Enkidu.

"It's useless, you know, even the strongest sentinel can't break free from this restraint belt, let alone you?"

The puppet stiffened and relaxed its muscles, exhaled slowly, and regained its calm and indifference. The emotional fluctuations at that moment were as fast as an illusion.

"...Do you have the desire to survive? This can be regarded as a serious mistake. Is there a mistake in the experimental process or the particularity of the sample?"

The scholar shook his head, speaking objectively.

"Defective products."

Enkidu stared at the white ceiling with his eyes open, his heart was beating mechanically, even though the tip of the knife peeled off the skin, cut off the blood vessels and connected them again, exposing the fleshy ribs to the air, he didn't move.

The pain nerve seemed to cut the connection with the brain the moment the knife tip entered his chest, and he let the scholars modify his body like a repair tool.

The professor's face appeared before his eyes.

He leaned over to look at himself, and Enki couldn't understand the complex emotions in his eyes.

"My perfect work..." the professor murmured.

"..."

Enkidu closed his eyes, speechless.

That's right, I am just a work, a tool created by human beings.

There should be no emotion.

In fact, he is flawless, as far as tools are concerned.

The delicate face and facial features show the highest aesthetics of human beings. The body lines and even the fingertips are carefully carved like a god.

He opened his eyes and was shown in front of everyone as a finished product.

Shouts of exclamation came into his ears one after another.

There was a woman among them, and the first time he saw her, he knew they were connected by blood.

The hoarse voice of the old bishop in the middle of the crowd enjoined, "Saint, I entrust you to teach 'man created by God'."

The woman nodded obediently, with a white veil covering her face, only half-closed black pupils could be vaguely seen.

Enkidu has been instilled with the knowledge necessary to be a weapon, and what the saint has to do is to bring him by his side to "listen to the teachings of God", that is to say, to destroy his unnecessary emotions.

Enkidu looked straight at the saint, and the moment their eyes met, for some reason, the woman's heart was slightly shaken.

At first they didn't know how to get along.

Enki was very quiet, following the saint anytime and anywhere without saying a word, and was secretly ridiculed by the believers as the saint's dog.

...To be fair, Dogs talk more than Enkidu.

Enkidu always followed the saint in silence for a long time. For two months, the saint did not hear Enkidu say a word except "yes".

...It is enough as a tool, the saint thought, but as a plaything on the bed, it is very boring, that is to say, this doll will not become the next self.

No, not necessarily, who knows how those upper echelons want to play, as long as they are there, it doesn’t matter how many dolls they copy, they are powerful and obedient, whether they are used as tools or playthings.

Women are of special significance to the religion.

It is considered a sacred activity for a woman to have sex with multiple men, and it is a dedication to the gods. Therefore, many prostitutes/women who are not believers in the religion pretend to believe in the religion, so as to earn more money from the believers.

A saint is a "god prostitute". As a saint, Shamut was destined to voluntarily or be forced to perform so-called sacred activities from the first day she entered the religion.

Wearing a white gauze means the status of a "saint" in Shamut, because in the doctrine of the gods, married women cannot be prostitutes, they must wear a gauze, and those who do not wear it are prostitutes As a special item, the white gauze is only used by the saint, marking her identity - a noble prostitute who was wantonly played by the upper class in the name of the religion.

Shamut has already accepted this fate, and this doll, even if it is a male body, may become a plaything, lose its use value and be disposed of at will, and the corpse enters the tower to become a research material.

Shammut looked at the puppet.

Different from myself, he has long green hair, which symbolizes the color of life and nature. His light-colored pupils look like a clear shallow sea under the blue sky and white clouds. His limbs are slender, and there are powerful muscles under his thin skin. He has not seen him for a long time. The sun gave him an almost sickly whiteness.And his look, indifferent to everything, looking straight at you.

No disgusting desire, no coveting that repelled her.

Those eyes are clean and pure, like looking at a flower.

There was a sudden beating of the heart.

Shammut felt shaken inside himself.

Nothing came, she wanted to treat Enkidu better, just a little bit.

…This was not disobedience to the Bishop's orders, she convinced herself that Enkidu had no human emotions at all, and she no longer needed to erase his emotions.

For Enkidu, if a puppet had a childhood, this is it.

The Holy Maiden would occasionally touch him tenderly.

They sat in the shade of the tree, listening to the dull and distant chirping of the big clock at noon, and Shamut leaned on Enkidu's arm, the sun warming his skin, watching the gray dove approaching from a distance under the blue sky, Keep pawing the ground lightly.

Shamut remembered the sharp point of the sword during training, and worried that the real sword used for training would hurt him, so the two pretended to sneak out without telling the gods, and went to the street arm in arm to buy a toy wooden sword.They held a wooden sword in one hand and ice cream in the other. It was the first time for both of them to try to eat while walking on the street. At first, they had to stop and take a bite before walking, but after getting used to it, they swayed and swayed. Click" to bite off the cone.

The wooden sword seemed to be filled with Enkidu's body temperature. He held Shamut in his arms, and the sun shone warmly on his body. He could hear the noisy voices of people in the streets and alleys, and colorful flowers and house floor tiles were reflected in his vision. Everything gathered and swept over him, drowning him.

It seems that all the perceptions are gradually awakening with the feelings.

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Something crept into consciousness.

Gilgamesh opened his eyes abruptly.Fragmented memory fragments poured in, like a fast slide show frame by frame flashed in the mind instantly——

Sunlight, wooden swords, blood, white ceilings, people coming and going, polished floor tiles, blades, black eyes, gray-haired old men, bondage belts, blood, women's screams, spinning windmills, Colorful flowers, gray doves, pain, warmth, coldness, smiling faces of maids...

A calm old voice haunted him.

"You are my proudest and best finished product, perfect, as created by God... So, you... have to be..."

— Get out!

Gilgamesh erected an indestructible mental barrier in an instant, driving all emotions and memories that did not belong to him out of his brain.

Forcibly disconnecting from the guide made his brain ache. Gilgamesh strode out of the room frowning, and quickened his pace when he saw the person lying on the sofa.

Enkidu closed his eyes tightly, and his long green hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his cheeks. Gilgamesh lifted his forehead hair and found that the cold sweat kept oozing out.

Sure enough, it was the guide's memory that flowed to his sentinel just now.

The mental body is out of control, and it will be very dangerous if you don't wake up in time.

Gilgamesh sat on the sofa, wiped Enkidu's forehead with one hand, put one hand next to his face, and ordered.

"Seaweed, wake up."

Enkidu's face was pale, and he fell into a deep chaotic consciousness. He subconsciously approached Gilgamesh and rubbed his cheek against the back of his hand.

Cold sweat trickled down the eyelids from the corners of the eyes.

Gilgamesh paused.

Slowly, almost gently, he wiped away the liquid from the corners of Enkidu's eyes, and called out to him in a deep voice.

"Here I am, so wake up - Enkidu."