My Children Swarm the Cosmos – Chapter 11

๐…๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐๐จ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐…๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐›๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ (1)

Darwin Foundationโ€™s 470โ€™s proposal to run away never sat right with me, to begin with. I would have died if I had betrayed humanity so recklessly.

If she hadnโ€™t harbored any treachery, I would have betrayed her first. There would have been no telling what might have happened if I had run away with her.

The corpse of 470, pierced by tentacles, is suspended in the air, spilling blood. My torn body has been restored, and my head, covered in black armor, is still regenerating.

I access her brain again.

โ€˜๐˜Ÿ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข.โ€™

Aside from that, thereโ€™s nothing particularly useful.

She was a Test Subject who had been ranked No. 2 in the overall rankings with just her Legion Control. It makes sense that she would have fewer abilities or information to absorb compared to the other Test Subjects.

โ”. . . ๐Ž๐œ๐ญ๐จ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ”, ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ, ๐’๐จ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ ๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐๐š๐ซ, ๐Ÿ—:๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ ๐๐Œ.

Anyway, I have passed the preliminary selection without a hitch. For now, I am satisfied with this.

โ”๐–๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐“๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐’๐ฎ๐›๐ฃ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐ž๐ฑ๐œ๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ ๐„๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ฅ ๐’๐ฎ๐›๐ฃ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๐Ÿ, ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐œ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž๐.

๐˜Ž๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ. . . .

The Kabana that had torn my body apart just a moment ago was nuzzling its snout on the ground.

โ€œItโ€™s okay. Youโ€™re my child.โ€

The fear and anxiety I felt from the Kabana vanished at my words.

โ€œIt wasnโ€™t your fault.โ€

๐˜Ž๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ. . . .

It was probably terrified that it had almost killed its master by falling for another leaderโ€™s wave.

โ”๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ“๐ญ๐ก ๐›๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฃ๐ž๐œ๐ญ.

I was the only one left alive. The fact that a human voice could be heard, probably the one who had been monitoring the preliminary selection from the beginning to the end, is proof of that.

๐˜Ž๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ. . . .

The Kabana nudges its snout towards me.

I reach out to it and pat its snout. The hard exoskeleton of the beast can be felt through the palm of my hand, and thoughts of what I had to do next come to mind.

โ”๐“๐ก๐š๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค. ๐„๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ฅ ๐’๐ฎ๐›๐ฃ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๐Ÿ, ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐œ๐ž๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ง ๐†๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ, ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐, ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ณ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ข๐ฅ.

The humans of the Darwin Foundation have begun to use respectful language towards me. Perhaps they are now treating me as a full-fledged person. Itโ€™s not bad, for what itโ€™s worth.

However,

โ€œDo I really have to kill all the chimeraz in this training ground?โ€

I have 1,788 children under my command after absorbing 470โ€™s collective consciousness just now. Including the chimeraz used as structures, there are easily over 2,000 of them.

For me to kill all these children who follow me as their master,

Do they honestly expect me to say yes to something like that?

โ”๐๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ž.

If itโ€™s a request to cooperate, not an order, then I should be able to refuse, shouldnโ€™t I?

Itโ€™s about time that the Darwin Foundation, who has been watching my abilities and potential, learns to respect my wishes more.

My head is pounding from controlling so many children, but I have a legion of 1,788 and 100 colonies at my disposal right now.

โ€œIโ€™m just asking. Do I really have to kill all my children here?โ€

There was a short pause as if they were contemplating the answer.

โ”. . . ๐Ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž, ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ง๐จ ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ณ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ ๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ž, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐จ๐ค๐š๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐จ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ.

So thatโ€™s how itโ€™s going to be.

โ€œ. . . Very well.โ€

I regretted my actions of trying to turn against them, even if just for a moment. .

1,788. 100 colonies.

A measly legion like that, which could be easily reduced to dust by human firepower, what good would it be?

There are 74 billion humans ruling our galaxy with their advanced civilization.

โ€œI will dispose of the remaining children now.โ€

It was foolish of me to rebel for a brief moment. Mother was right after all. My path in life was already set. It was to coexist with the most powerful species, the humans.

โ€˜๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด.โ€™

It would be a more comfortable death to have a heart attack than to burn to death.

โ€˜๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ. ๐˜—๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ.โ€™

One by one.

My children of the collective consciousness meet their end one by one.

100 colonies, thousands of egg sacs, various organic tissues covering the colony grounds, the Hounz that fought as my Hound, the inconspicuous scout Fly, the Cust that once invaded cities in swarms, the Kabana that breached the front lines with its massive body, the Puker that protected my colony grounds, the Skeletunnel that served as a passageway for my children, the elite chimeraz that demonstrated the advantage of bipedal combat, the Gloworm that lit up the indoors, the Tritula that demonstrated a long-range attack method with its venomous bone spikes, the Hydra that wielded formidable tentacles, the Xenotera that lay scattered on the ground near me, 470โ€™s crescent chimeraz, various individuals born in other Test Subjectsโ€™ colonies.

All of them stopped their own hearts at my command.

I killed my children who trusted and followed me with my own hands.

The entire training ground was soaked in death.

The killing continued until nothing was left alive here except me.

All the waves that shared emotions and senses have been severed.

I felt empty, as if I was the only one left in the world.

After killing countless children, I was free from the misery of ruling a legion,

And the misery of killing countless children crept into my heart.

It is truly, truly a terrible loss.

But this is the right thing to do.

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

The white marble-finished interior had an open feel to it. Perhaps they were trying to express a temple from mythology.

I was sitting here face to face with the head of the Darwin Foundation.

โ€œItโ€™s a pleasure to meet you, Subject 412.โ€

He was 55 years old this year, with droopy eyes that made him look sleepy and slightly dark skin. This man with black hair and beard braided and wearing an ocher-colored toga that was modified to look like a modern suit was the head of the Darwin Foundation, Francis Darwin.

โ€œTest Subjects who pass the preliminary selection are given names by our foundation. Arenโ€™t you looking forward to it?โ€

โ€œI am.โ€

โ€œYou donโ€™t look like youโ€™re looking forward to it at all. Oh, if you have any complaints about the foundationโ€™s methods, feel free to speak your mind. I am the head of this foundation, after all. Hahahaha.โ€

This man named Darwin is and will be my superior. Thereโ€™s no benefit to me in bringing up something that will annoy him for no reason.

โ€œI simply donโ€™t have much change in my facial expressions.โ€

โ€œThat does appear to be the case. For you.โ€

He seemed to understand, as he must have heard about my behavioral and speech patterns from the secretary.

โ€œWhat is your dream?โ€

Is it a formality?

Perhaps the Test Subjects of the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th batches were asked the same question.

โ€œMy dream is to live as a mercenary by forming a colony with my children and carrying out combat missions for the Darwin Foundation.โ€

โ€œAre you saying that you seek harmony rather than independence from humans?โ€

Harmony or coexistence or whatever.

โ€œYes, thatโ€™s right.โ€

โ€œThat is truly wonderful.โ€

Darwin straightened his clothes with a satisfied expression and leaned slightly towards me.

โ€œItโ€™s about time we stopped calling you Subject 412. Do you have a name that you want or the meaning of a name?โ€

In this day and age, where all languages and cultures have been integrated, humans no longer inherit their surnames or names from their parents. Therefore, the only criteria for humans to choose their names nowadays are the sound, length, and meaning of the name.

And when calling someoneโ€™s name, it is customary to call them by the name they want.

โ€œDo I have to let the foundation decide my name?โ€

โ€œIt is customary, but you donโ€™t have to live with the name we give you.โ€

The Test Subjects who had met Director Darwin so far must have chosen their own names.

โ€œActually, I have a name in mind.โ€

โ€œOh? This has never happened before. . . . Youโ€™re different from the others, even in your way of thinking. So, what name do you want?โ€

โ€œI have lived my entire life learning and training to become a ruler.โ€

If thereโ€™s a name I want to be called by.

โ€œI intend to become the master of countless chimeraz and the ruler of my species.โ€

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

October 8, 2620. I stood side by side with the faculty, research staff, and secretaries of the chimeraz project batch 5.

I was standing in front of the humans with something like a sash in front of my abdomen.

A short cylindrical robot was shining its large camera lens.

โ”๐–๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ข๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ.

The naming ceremony was an extremely formal procedure. I, who had passed the preliminary selection of the 5th batch, talked to the director and took a picture with the staff on a stage-like platform.

On my way back to my private room after the naming ceremony, I had a casual chat with my secretary.

โ€œWas there really a need to have a naming ceremony like this?โ€

โ€œArenโ€™t you proud?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s a project thatโ€™s being carried out in secret, so I donโ€™t understand why we have to gather here and take pictures to show off.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ve heard that the previous Test Subjects were happy when they received their names, but Young Master is surprisingly indifferent.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m disappointed that Mother wasnโ€™t here when I received my name.โ€

When I expressed my slight regret, the secretary swallowed his words with a complicated expression on his face.

Perhaps my capable secretary had guessed what I wanted. Iโ€™ll let it go if it was something he knew about but couldnโ€™t help, assuming there were circumstances that I didnโ€™t know about.

I had lived as Experimental Subject 412 for 18 years.

I was just a Test Subject born as the 412th among the 500 Test Subjects born to a single mother in the chimeraz project.

Before I knew it, it felt strange to be called by a number like that.

Perhaps the reason I couldnโ€™t define who I was all this time was because I didnโ€™t have a name.

Just having a name made it feel like my thoughts about โ€˜myselfโ€™ had become several times clearer.

My worth and firm direction have been proven several times, and now the Darwin Foundation seems to respect my opinion. This is evident from the fact that they agreed to my request to name myself, which is different from the usual practice.

I havenโ€™t learned all of the ancient languages, so I donโ€™t know where the meaning comes from, but it is a name that definitely expresses my identity very well.

In any case, I had been living without an identity. Because I didnโ€™t have a name.

Kemet Agele Kreion.

Kemet means โ€˜black earthโ€™. Itโ€™s an image that goes well with my colony grounds, where I will be actively using blood vessels and Xenotera in the future.

Agele means โ€˜group, flockโ€™. That is the chimeraz, a species of inter-species group that follows a single collective consciousness.

Kreion means โ€˜master, ruler, sovereignโ€™. My children will call me their master, and I will become the ruler of the chimeraz and the sovereign of the species.

โ€˜๐˜’๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ˆ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜’๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ.โ€™

That is my name.

That is โ€˜meโ€™.

โ€œSo, Young Master. What part of your name do you want to be called by?โ€

โ€œKreion.โ€

๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ธ

Nemea, the capital planet of the Nemea star nation.

With a population of 10.4 billion, half of the planetโ€™s surface is covered by metropolises. Colonies symbolizing the nationโ€™s economic power float in orbit, and there is heavy traffic of spaceships traveling between the spaceports in orbit and the spaceports on the ground.

A private spaceship of the Darwin Foundation landed at a spaceport located several kilometers away from the metropolis.

๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ.

A mechanical staircase extended from the spaceship to the ground.

โ€˜Kreionโ€™ descended the stairs.

And Haber, who was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, greeted him.

โ€œWelcome, Young Master.โ€

โ€œWhere do I go?โ€

At that moment, a luxurious anti-gravity sedan approached and stopped behind Haber.

โ€œWe have prepared a mansion for Young Master to live in. Please follow me.โ€

โ€œI heard that Iโ€™m entering a company where real humans work.โ€

โ€œYes, thatโ€™s right. Hahahaha.โ€

โ€œIs it a real company? Not a training ground with artificial humans?โ€

โ€œIt is a company where real employees work. Not artificial humans, and not a training ground prepared in advance. You will learn how to blend into human society there, and at the same time. . . . You will also take the remaining tests.โ€

โ€œI see. Adapting to life among humans will also be a necessary process for me.โ€

โ€œThat is why I would like to ask you to do something in particular.โ€

โ€œTell me.โ€

Haber spoke very carefully.

โ€œI understand that Young Masterโ€™s instincts cannot be helped. However, as you will be active in real society, you need to hide those instincts when dealing with humans.โ€

An instinct that all chimeraz have.

It was the concern about xenophobia.

โ€œMother told me. She said that I have to get along with humans to survive.โ€

โ€œOh. . . . Is that so?โ€

โ€œNo matter how much I physiologically loathe humans, Iโ€™m not an idiot who canโ€™t even control my facial expressions in front of them.โ€

โ€œThank you for understanding.โ€

โ€œEven if you didnโ€™t worry, I was planning to do so because Mother told me to do so first.โ€

โ€œ. . .Yes.โ€

Haber focused on driving again. Even though it was autonomous driving by the vehicleโ€™s AI.

โ€œMore importantly, where are the Test Subjects from the 1st to the 4th batch?โ€

โ€œAll four Test Subjects are residing in the city where the company is located. Since the โ€˜coming-of-age ceremonyโ€™ of the chimeraz project has not yet begun, they are prohibited from harming each other. They donโ€™t know each otherโ€™s information either.โ€

The โ€˜coming-of-age ceremonyโ€™ is when the five Test Subjects kill each other to survive, and the last Test Subject who makes it through the year unharmed becomes a 19-year-old adult.

This means that Kreion only needs to kill four more of his kind. Right here in this metropolis.

โ€œWhether itโ€™s a company or whatever, this is human society. Wonโ€™t there be a lot of chaos if I create a colony and attack them?โ€

โ€œOf course. I will tell you the details while we are in the vehicle. Oh, by the way, the mansion and this vehicle are also Young Masterโ€™s private property.โ€

โ€˜๐˜—๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜บ. . .?โ€™

Kreion had never had anything that was โ€˜hisโ€™.

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