My Children Swarm the Cosmos – Chapter 9

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 (4)

Subject 428, having mutated into a gigantic blue Tritula, shoots dozens of bone spikes.

Subject 412 dodges the bone spikes by running sideways. Meanwhile, he hides behind an unidentified structure made of organic tissue while the torrential bone spikes continue unabated.

Then, Subject 429’s purple tentacles follow him like a shadow.

“Get his legs! If you tie him up, I can kill him!”

“I’m working on it. . .!”

The movement of the tentacles sent by Subject 429 changes to a straight line. Subject 429’s tentacles seem to be faster than his running speed. His legs will soon be caught.

𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘩. . .!!

Subject 412 spun like a top and slashed the tentacles with his blade. The severed purple tentacles fall to the withered grass, spewing red blood.

And when the movement of the tentacles and his movements stopped for a moment, Subject 428 opened his mouth again.

Subject 412, who caught sight of it, stretched out both palms forward.

His palms were also part of the living black armor, and the black armor could change its appearance according to necessity, as if it had spread its wings.

𝘡𝘻𝘻𝘻𝘪𝘱. . .!!

His cells form a new exoskeleton and organic tissue in front of his palms in 3 seconds.

It was a black shield connected to the black armor.

𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘥!!

The torrential bone spikes stuck to the black shield.

Subject 412 ran as it was, like a charging shield soldier. Subject 428 also continues to shoot bone spikes to stop Subject 412 from charging at them.

𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘥!!

However, his black shield cracked as if it was about to break, and it was tenaciously repaired.

𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘥!!

The black shield even preyed on the bone spikes stuck in its exoskeleton, as if it were a living creature.

“He’s coming here!”

“I’ll stop him!”

She unleashes the tentacles she had scattered around him to cover him. The purple tentacles from her body wrap around Subject 412’s ankles, legs, shoulders, arms, and neck.

𝘚𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘢𝘬. . .!! 𝘚𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘢𝘬. . .!!

Subject 412, who was charging forward with his shield facing forward, was restrained by the tentacles wrapped around his body.

“Take away his shield!”

“That thing is attached to his body!”

𝘚𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘢𝘬. . .!!

Thicker tentacles than Subject 412’s wrists try to tear off his shield. At the same time, the tentacles wrapped around him from his neck to his ankles began to squeeze his whole body like a python.

However, nothing more could not do anything to Subject 412.

𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘳. . .!!

No matter how tightly the tentacles wrapped around him, his black armor did not break. Rather, it became harder and seemed to have given up even moving.

Subject 429 senses that indescribable sensation of hardness with her tentacles.

“H- hardened. . .!”

“Get rid of the tentacles!”

The tentacles that had wrapped around Subject 412 receded. In the meantime, Subject 428, who had moved to the left of the black shield and secured a diagonal line, opened his mouth.

𝘗𝘰𝘰𝘧!!

Subject 412, who had made his black armor too hard to move from the spot. Bone spikes rush toward him.

𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘥!!

It was Subject 428’s blow. The extremely sharp tip of the bone spike pierced the surface of the black armor shallowly.

That was all.

“Subject 412!!! Hey!!!”

He froze in the same posture as he held up his shield.

“What the hell kind of leather is that?!”

𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘥. . . 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘥. . .

The sound of the ground shaking can be heard from the distant front lines.

The two experimental subjects shifted their gaze in the direction of the sound.

“That’s. . . Those are. . .”

There were living tanks there.

𝘎𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳!!

Kabana was coming.

Not one or two, but as many as 40 Kabana were trampling the herd and breaking through the defense line.

The Kabana herd trampled over the chimeraz that were fighting each other and erased the concept of a front line.

“How could there be so many. . .”

They will not know. The fact that Subject 412 consumed an entire colony to secure a Kabana herd of this size.

“You cowardly b*stard!!!”

Subject 428 leaps towards Subject 412, who is frozen in place, on three legs. As he takes on the form of a Tritula, he shoots bone spikes in front of Subject 412’s nose.

𝘗𝘰𝘰𝘧! 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘥. . .!!

But the situation does not change.

“Damn it! Come out!! Come out!!!”

“Stop it. . .”

Subject 428 bites Subject 412. But all that did was break Subject 428’s teeth. The material of the black armor itself was too hard to be considered as that of a living creature.

“Hiding in there like a coward. . .! A b*stard like you can never become a ruler! Come out now!!!”

“Stop it!”

Subject 429 knew. Because she knows, she has no choice but to stop now.

“We don’t have the means to break that.”

“Then what do you want me to do?!”

“A Kabana herd is coming. I counted 40 of them. It won’t take 3 minutes to get here.”

Subject 428, who had mutated into Tritula, could not control his anger. He growled, drooling through his broken teeth.

“So dammit! What do you want me to do?!”

Then, she retrieved the purple tentacles scattered around her. In the meantime, Subject 412’s Kabana herd was sweeping across the battlefield and approaching.

There is no way to stop that Kabana herd.

There is no way to pierce Subject 412’s black armor right now.

That was her conclusion.

“. . .It’s better this way.”

“What?!”

“At least we didn’t end up killing each other.”

Subject 428, realizing her intention, falls silent.

He was silent and then denied it.

“No, no, no. This is not it.”

“If we think about when we survived to the end.”

“No, no.”

“I have to kill you, or you have to kill me.”

“No!!! Stop it!!”

“When that happened, I was going to kill myself. I can’t kill you no matter what I feel.”

“. . .No. . .”

So that’s what she meant by it’s for the best.

“Can you kill me? If we all endure and only the two of us survive in the end.”

It is a painful question that she has been hiding in her heart and could not get out. It is a fundamental question as a subject of the experiment.

In the end, Subject 428 could not answer.

They are experimental subjects who have to kill each other someday and only one of them can survive.

The fact that such experimental subjects became friends was something that they had been trying to ignore all this time.

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The cleanup of the experimental subjects who had joined forces to kill me was over. There were a few crises while fighting them, but I managed to overcome them safely with quick thinking.

Subject 428 and Subject 429 had already killed themselves by the time I got out of the black armor. They probably committed suicide, judging that they had no chance of winning.

The b*stards had no chance of winning. There were 40 Kabana approaching, so I hid in the black armor.

However, I don’t understand why they chose suicide.

Usually, don’t you have to fight until the end with even the slightest bit of hope? After all, it’s all over when you die.

Because of that, I lost some information because I couldn’t get in touch with the b*stards’ fresh brains. However, the collective consciousness and abilities that the two experimental subjects handled were of great help to me.

Subject 428’s Tritula genetic information was absorbed into me. Tritula’s main weapon, the highly toxic bone spike, became the basic applied knowledge of long-range attack methods.

I thought that they used a kind of muscle movement or elasticity to shoot bone spikes, but in fact, they used the water pressure of the venom and the air pressure generated by the chemical reaction of combustion to shoot them.

And the reason why Subject 429’s tentacles could contract and expand so quickly was due to the chemical reaction inside the tentacles. The muscle cells that make up the tentacles constantly carry their own stimulant in the blood vessels to optimize the energy metabolism of the tentacles.

Referring to the design of the blood vessels that matched the chemical structure of the stimulant, I applied it to my collective consciousness.

Thanks to that, my children can recover from their injuries faster and move faster.

Now, the only opponents that threaten me are the approaching artificial human army and Subject 470, who is expanding his power.

The firepower of the artificial human army will be strong enough to bring down even Kabana with a single blow, and Subject 470’s legion’s dominance is as powerful as mine.

I need more children to deal with the artificial human army and Subject 470’s herd in the future.

Since a lot of resources were used to create 40 Kabana, I need to supply that much more resources to the colony.

So I decided to accept more pain to handle more children and add new herds.

It’s time to use the Cust herd.

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A new chimeraz herd rushes into part of the southeastern urban area occupied by Subject 412.

They crawl on the road or the walls of buildings in a crowded herd. Sometimes, they use their two pairs of wings and large hind legs to make short jumps, quickly hopping over the roofs of buildings.

Chimeraz under the collective consciousness of Subject 412, bioweapons defined as Cust.

Like the creatures that are the ancestors of locusts that move in groups, the original form of the locusts can be seen a little in their appearance. Of course, due to the genetic characteristics of chimeraz and the design characteristics of Subject 412, they are covered with reddish-brown skin and black exoskeleton leather.

Cust’s size is similar to that of Hounz, so it’s not that big, and unlike Hounz, it’s a design closer to insects, so it doesn’t have sharp claws or sharp tails.

So, if we ask which creature is more threatening between Cust and Hounz, of course, Hounz, whose whole body is a weapon, is much more threatening.

This is because the only weapon Cust has is a jaw that splits like a clover in four directions.

However, Cust, a creature, resembled locusts, and the size of the herd itself was catastrophic.

This is because Cust can lay eggs anytime, anywhere, without borrowing the power of the colony.

𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰!!!

The loud flapping of wings drowns out all the sounds in the area. The herd of 800 Custs sweeps through the blockaded urban area, devouring and storing everything that their master defines as “resources” in their stomachs.

The Cust herd, whose stomachs are filled with resources, approaches the chimeraz biological tissue that has consumed the surrounding environment and spits out the resources.

Then, the snout or tentacles attached to the biological tissue move and absorb the resources spit out by Cust, and supply resources to the entire colony.

The resources supplied by Cust soon skyrocketed the number of the entire herd.

‘𝘖𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵.’

Resources limited to the training ground are concentrated in the city. So Subject 412 is competing to occupy the city.

As the artificial human army continues to advance southeast, Subject 412’s herd finally strikes.

𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰!!!

Now, a wave of over 1,000 Custs rushes towards the artificial human army. It covers the road and buildings and cries out the flapping of the wings of death. The Cust herd flaps their wings and jumps forward with their hind legs, colliding head-on with the army’s firepower.

“What are those?!”

“Unknown creatures are everywhere!!”

“Ugh, ahhh. . .”

Kieeeeeek!!!

After the Cust herd was hit by the firepower, the Hounz herd joined as the second, causing direct damage to the artificial human army.

They mercilessly pounce on artificial human soldiers wearing full-body combat suits, cutting or biting their tails with anti-gravity tanks and multi-purpose tanks.

𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘥. . . 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘥. . .

The most powerful weapon in the artificial human army, the war machine, appears on the battlefield with heavy footsteps.

━𝐔𝐧𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝. 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬.

“Get rid of them right now!!!”

War machines with four or two legs simultaneously fire bullets, grenades, and missiles, pouring them forward.

A tiny fraction of the firepower artificial humans possessed must have seemed like a grand act of destruction to chimeraz.

Puff puff puff puff!!!!

Kwakwakwang!!

In the midst of the continuous explosion, Cust and Hound burst out with flesh. Even the hard titanium exoskeleton and tenacious vitality were useless in front of the overwhelming firepower of humans.

However, they were not just a group of bioweapons.

“Oh my god. . .”

What they are facing is chimeraz.

𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘩!!!

A Kabana herd appears on the battlefield and breaks through the ranks of the war machines.

Buildings collapse and vehicles fly as their tails are destroyed. When Kabana swings its forelegs, the Kabana herd wipes out the artificial human army, just as the artificial human army did to the chimeraz herd.

The monsters that kept flocking no matter how many they killed were like a nightmare to the opponent.

Subject 412 was the first experimental subject herd to launch a full-scale invasion of the human city in this preliminary selection.

As a result, Subject 412’s herd trampled the artificial human army terribly, and his colony spread like a malignant tumor into the city center, once again expanding its territory.

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In a city that goes well with the word disaster, creatures that go well with the word disaster are swarming.

The artificial human city was almost occupied by Subject 412’s herd and was in a state of disrepair.

The army was annihilated, and the few surviving police forces were being hunted all over the city.

Soon, the aftermath of the collapse of the human camp spread.

The experimental subject forces that had survived so far had already refused to enter the city occupied by Subject 412. So, the remaining experimental subjects caused a bloody competition among themselves to absorb the few herds or resources they had in the natural environment.

Among them, there was a strongman who had everything from the southwest, west, and northwest.

It would have been inevitable that the area occupied by the master of that herd and the area occupied by Subject 412 would eventually meet.

━𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝟒𝟏𝟐. 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲?

Cellular control 97 points.

Legion dominance 98 points.

Individual combat power 92 points.

Creativity 94 points.

Memory 99 points.

Understanding 93 points.

Average 95.5 points.

Overall rank 2nd.

Subject 470 Experimental subject.

She, who is considered the only rival to Subject 412, was the first to send out the waves.

━𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐳 𝐚𝐫𝐞.

Subject 412, who climbed to the top of the tallest building in the city, warns with caution in his waves.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.’

━𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠.

Chimeraz project.

Creatures with the genetic characteristics of chimeraz are connected by waves. It is a wave that cannot be deciphered by any human means.

That’s why the waves that she and he are now sharing are not voices that the officials of the Darwin Foundation watching this preliminary selection can ever hear.

‘𝘐𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦? 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 470.’

━𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲.

‘𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯?’

━𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧.

Are you trying to cause a change in the wind?

‘𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘚𝘰, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘣𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴?’

━𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

She proposes very secretly.

━𝐋𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

‘. . .𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.’

━𝐈𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬?

Subject 470, who occupies more than half of the natural environment.

Subject 412, who annihilated the artificial human army and finally occupied the city.

What would happen if the two beings refused to kill each other and joined forces to resist the human test?

━𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬?

━𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞? 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

‘𝘉𝘶𝘵. . .’

━𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬? 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬.

━𝐈𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬.

━𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐳, 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬.

━𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧. 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.

Hearing the whisper, Subject 412 removes his black armor and looks up at the sky with his naked eyes.

It wasn’t the sky.

It is an artificial ceiling.

‘𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 470.’

He looks up at the ceiling that is playing the video of the sky, and clenches his fists tightly.

━𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰. 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?

━𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥, 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

━𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

━𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

━𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

‘. . .𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰, 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯.’

━𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐮𝐬.

━𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭.

━𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.

Her aversion to other races is felt in waves. That aversion is directed entirely at humans.

━𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐳 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞.

‘𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦. 𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯.’

━𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞.

━𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬?

━𝐎𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞?

Answer immediately.

‘𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵.’

━𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐲.

━𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

‘𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?’

━𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞.

━𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞? 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝.

‘. . .?’

━𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 ‘𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐳’.

━𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐳.

Collective consciousness. Interspecies colony. A race connected by waves. The whole race is one life form.

━𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝟒𝟏𝟐. 𝐋𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.

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