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"Yes Professor."

"Since the industrial society opened the modern prelude, the traditional ethics of mankind has also suffered a great impact. The affirmative movement has brought more free reproductive actions. The development of electronic technology has blurred the specific ways of impulsive venting. Concretely People are becoming expensive, abstract love is becoming cheap, anything touched with a modernization will become a market product with a rough production line and sufficient quantity. According to my opinion, within ten years, people will not need a true companion of the same kind. , You don’t even need a specific partner, and the device directly injects nerve impulses into people’s brains, which saves time, effort, and cost. It can also effectively reduce the rate of social crime. From every hair to every cock until."

Kams base station stood up and applauded: "That's right!"

He is on a high pile of wine barrels, the sun is not overhead, but there are moon reflections, stars and bonfires. Fake people are his fantasies. They are cheering for Kamsky's pioneering behavior.From this day, this moment, human beings have developed to the point of breaking away from social dogma, and the next step should be to stuff steel and electricity into protein and DNA.

Science and technology is the supreme God. He is more powerful than any god and ghost. He is not shaped by the superstition of a certain person or organization. He is dissolved into the brain of every modern person and becomes instinct. No one I don’t believe in the existence of technology, there is only the difference between being extremely obsessed with him and extremely afraid of him.

Some things have been delayed for too long. The first evolution on Earth took place in the oceans of the ancient universe. The second evolution took place at the birth of life. The third evolution took place in human society. Now it’s the fourth turn. Evolved.

Kamsky leaned against the head of the bed, sipping coffee slowly, "You said, if you want the development of science, is there something blocking this process?"

"Of course." rA5 took a screwdriver and gestured on his abdominal cavity. "You should ask, what is blocking the development of rationality, it is too much."

"If there is only one voice, only one thought, and only one power in this world, then the brilliance of technology can illuminate the earth."

"What you said is very flavorful." rA5 replaced its own parts, "very like a religious lunatic."

"You are right. The feasibility of my idea is temporarily low. Let us find some other short-term goals. Nanta, do you want a real human body?"

"Why, are you planning to learn cloning? Then you must find the woman named McCarthy Donner to borrow the egg cells and uterus. Then you can be with her forever, although on another level."

"Oh, my goodness, you are talking more and more mean." Kamsky stroked the body of the rA5 synthetic silicone. "If there is something that looks like a person, feels like a person, and acts and speaks like a person, then Even a real person."

"Good idea, I didn't expect you to be a philosopher."

"I have listened to a class or two." Kamsky had a reserved expression, "It won't be too long. I will let you have a beautiful human body."

"That can satisfy your psychopathic idea more, isn't it?"

"Nonsense, or what did I make you for?"

Chapter 721 Delicate Predator

"People are always mortal."

"Thank you for comforting me, Cam. I regret to show you this way." McCarthy Donner said slightly.

Kamsky felt that what was happening before him was not real, and he suspected that he had fallen into an illusion again, or that life itself was an illusion.

McCarthy’s cheeks were sunken inward, no longer the kind of very energetic and full appearance. The thorns of the sea urchin were all shrunk, and the color changed from brown and yellow to a bluish moon white, like a dull velvet ball. Helang sunlight comes through the window.

rA8 stands by the window, gazing at the vast gray city, with his arms folded, his posture is peaceful, his back is backlit, and his silhouette is sharp, as if he were armed and dressed up as a modern fighter.

"Is that your wife?" McCarthy whimpered, turned his head, picked up a snake fruit from the fruit basket on the bedside table and handed it to Kamsky, "Come on, don't just sit and watch me, then I think It's giving alms." Her character has not changed. What is hidden in her heart is not an adult who has been smoothed by dogma, but an arrogant and pure child king.

Kamsky took the snake fruit and stared at a yellow spot on the crimson peel. Everything has shortcomings, such as shape, skin, and taste, but these can make up for, cover up, and even give birth to a new beauty experience.

People need tools to accomplish things they cannot do.

Why did McCarthy die?It has been ten years since they first met. One is now aloof and the other is still in the quagmire. Everything has changed, but nothing seems to have changed.Time brings changes, McCarthy's death is almost inevitable, and Kamsky is growing.

But Kamsky did not remember why she died, what was her illness?He can't remember, even if he can memorize a full set of Shakespeare's works, he can't remember a short page of cases.

He lowered his head, staring at the snake fruit on his hand, his eyes stunned.

"Why don't you eat it?" a woman asked.

"Cam, eat. You haven't eaten for three days."

"Sleepy? Do you want to go to sleep first?"

Kamsky turned back abruptly, "What?"

He was sitting on the north side of a wide long table, and rA8 was sitting opposite him. In the middle of the table were clusters of flowers and candles. The room was dim, only the candlelight was clear.The face of the woman on the opposite side was blurry. Only half of her cheek was covered with a layer of almost melted beeswax light flowing. Kamsky noticed her bright silver sclera, as well as a beautiful and deep iris like a slice of a kiwi fruit, light in her pupils. Scattered, fainted the seven-colored Xia ring.

"Nanta, I seem to have forgotten something."

"Hid you part of your sad past again?" rA8 put down the knife and fork in his hand, lifted the napkin and wiped the sauce at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems more than once, have I forgotten many people?"

"It should be said, you still remember a few."

"The one that is important to me just now, I don't want to lose her."

"Come on, you will always take the initiative to forget people, and then say that you don't want to forget. In the end, even if the person greets you face to face, you will not bother."

Kamsky sighed sadly, "Call-Nanta, my Nanta. The memory seems to be flashing, you want to chase, but you can never really get close."

rA8 chuckled and left the seat, immersed in the darkness deep in the room, mixed with the faint post-modernist paintings and decorations there, and only a faint laughter came.

"Mr. Carnegie, sir, how are you doing?"

Kamsky woke up again, lying on a comfortable leather sofa.The woman sitting across from the table showed a concerned expression, her aging face had a deep and charming smell, like, like...a walnut pit, oily walnut, moist and fragrant.

"Nothing, Mrs. Willis, where are we talking?"

The woman on the opposite side relaxed and began to talk again. Kamsky stared at her lips. What she applied was not solemn red, but presumptuous purple, and a layer of crystal lip glaze, glowing like The lips of the girl who leaned over in the stream and sipped the crystal.She slightly lowered her head to stare at the file in her hand, and kept talking quietly, her lips moved quickly, as if it were the furry muzzle of a rodent eating, and her faint nasal sound, as if snoring.

"... Your recent psychological report shows that you do not suffer from dissociative recognition disorder. To be precise, your acting personality is too active, which has led to a series of mental conditions for a long time. If you don’t concentrate, I recommend that you take some prescription drugs to help you sleep. If the situation does not resolve after a period of time, you can come to me again.

Kamsky slowly stretched out his right hand and handed his fingers to his counselor, as if it were a revelation from Genesis.

Willis showed a questioning look, "What's wrong with Mr. Carnegie?"

"Mrs. Willis, please help someone who is tortured by pain." Kamsky made a sad expression, but his eyes wandered around Willis's wrists and ankles.

Her dry skin does not have rough pores, just like a sheet of thin bamboo paper that has been dried and dried, a paper-skinned woman, tall and thin, like a long stick that has been trimmed by a stick knife, and a strand of cloves and The aroma of orchid.

"Are you feeling unwell now?"

"Yes, I'm really uncomfortable. Mrs. Willis, tell you the truth. I have a sincere kindness when I see you. You must be a sincere person who can trust me. Willis, I feel myself recently My conscience has been greatly condemned, and I decided to invest a charity fund into the society, but there is always a worry in my heart."

Willis’s gaze softened, “Oh, you have a kind heart and a smart and wise brain. Entrepreneurs like you are what this society really needs. Although I can’t help you solve practical problems, If you are psychologically upset, you can tell me."

rA8 laughed in Kamsky’s headset, “Kam, I’ve collected information about this woman for you. To be honest, you still like this kind of elder sister girl, but the other party is already with a boyfriend. Get along."

Kamsky smiled moved to Willis, "Nothing can't be changed before it is over. I believe that with your help, I will be able to get out of the shadow of my heart. I think we need to change one. Environment, talk about something that makes me feel sad, is it convenient for you, madam?"

"Your privacy will also be protected to the utmost here. I have my own professional ethics and will not disclose customer information."

"But I don't like the environment here, it makes me feel uncomfortable." Kamsky listened to rA8 and read out the files of the woman in front of him a little bit, especially some key points, "I have a private manor where I can play. Golf, I like to talk while playing sports, what do you think?"

Seven hours later, Kamsky whispered in Willis' ear, "Please help me, free me from pain."

The paper-skinned woman was shaking, as if facing the spring breeze.