The research facility was built on a green hill.
Before the war still broke out - when there was a national deal between Japan and China. A joint study between Japan and China had been conducted in secret at the facility.
She volunteered for the experimental bench herself. Naturally, to the extent that it does not adversely affect my life activities - on the assumption. Even from the researchers, I do not want to imitate the lives of precious living extraterrestrial organisms in such a way as to endanger them without darkness, and the conditions were almost perfectly guaranteed.
Without having to cut her open and dissect anything, she succeeded in making her own copy, and the researchers succeeded in making a copy out of it, so they could experiment with it to the fullest extent they thought.
Its life, named Arlaune, lived in a high intelligence and spirit, but its classification of organisms was more that of plants than of animals. At least in a state that does not parasitize other organisms, photosynthesis is performed to live. But when we parasitize other organisms, photosynthesis stops. It becomes more of an organism than an animal.
Copy or recopy people, once parasitized, couldn't leave that opponent anymore. If I was forced to surgically remove it, I'd be dead. But it was possible for the original Arlaune to change the host at his will. Even if they were originally separated, they would not have lost the ability that those who were hosts gained over Arlaune.
"No matter how good an intelligence you have, there are limits to what you can do individually. Unless you have more than one brain."
Arlaune had a lot of chatter with them, especially since there were several researchers who had forgiven her mind.
"Therefore, I have offered to cooperate with you. You study me. [M] I also keep track of the results of the study. Convenient for both sides. The interests are aligned."
I mean, we're actually collaborators, researchers.
Hearing about Arlaune, Junko said with interest.
"Why do I parasitize and empower other intelligent people? Do you have any idea how that creature could have been created?
"To make it easier to survive by doing so?
"It could also include. Evolution is primarily about winning the competition for survival. But I urge its evolution in a short period of time. Against other organisms, too. I also wonder if this is the evolution that a creature called me wanted -"
"You mean artificially made?
"I'm not. I believe that a creature that meets two laws at the root of life is me. One is that the evolution of organisms beats the competition for survival and continues to leave seeds behind. The other is that life eats life, while life also saves lives. Of course in the same species, sometimes even over seed hedges to help each other. Junko would know that, wouldn't he?
Junko had a guess as to what Arlaune was going to say.
"I've never seen a video of a dog helping an injured deer in a driveway, a cat helping a child being attacked by a dog, or a bear helping a drowned bird. You mean animals want to save other lives."
"Mm-hmm. And I wonder if a creature named me would be as well. That instinct is superb, but I am. I was born to save the weak. You're a retrograde kind of person who swings eugenics."
"You don't look like me either."
Junko smiles.
"It's not similar. Unlike you, who give strength instead of using it for human experiments, we do no harm to the host. I don't want to admit I'm similar. He looks exactly alike."
Aralune denies it with a bitter smile.
"Back to the story, there is an idea that only the strong and superior should survive, but as far as the circulation of life is concerned, it has not. The world is overwhelmed by many weak lives. And it's them who can make their lives shiner."
"Well, evolution means the weak are the ones who want it strongly."
Junko understood the logic very well. For the majority of those who want power in their laboratories are weak.
"That's the thing. Strong genes want to leave behind strong genes similar to their own. Competition for survival has begun at the point where sperm keeps swimming toward eggs. Those with high motor nerves, good head rotation, and good appearance will leave the dominant gene behind and take over. But... Unfortunately for them strong, the potential for evolution is no longer scarce. They are stuck with the mighty. This is true in nature. Why don't crocodiles and pigeons change their appearance for hundreds of millions of years? That's because it's so high up in the ecosystem that there's no need for evolution. At present, the chachi that reigns at the apex of the ocean ecosystem is likely to remain so for hundreds of millions of years if the planet remains unchanged. Same goes for humans. The strong will be blessed with their natural strong luck, stretching their strength little by little while being protected by strong luck, and also working out their genes little by little. But I repeat, they have no chance of evolution unless they turn to the weak."
"Once upon a time, 'Why don't you be a novelist?' There was a site, you know?
As he talks about it in a long, wide tongue and comfortable way, he shakes it as if it had nothing to do with him, and Arlaune faces a suspicious face.
"You've only heard the name. It's the strongest team in the world, but I've heard of all those novels."
"Exactly, that's what I've been trying to talk about right now. The mainstream of that site, or popularity, was that the weak kid didn't have to work to get the power and was praised by all around him as awesome, and the woman came next and she conveniently fell in love with it even though she didn't have any particular hottie element, and she wanted to feel better without losing to anyone, the strongest cheat I tweeted. When I heard what you said, I thought so. I wonder if a weak creature would have the same instinct to hope for a powerful evolution."
"I don't care about that story."
Arlaune understood that Junko wanted to say that humans are the same. but i felt severely broken hips of the story, and it was a laid back al laune.
"I save weak lives and give them the power of evolution that weak lives want, but I'm sure that's the process. What I'm choosing now is an intermediate host. I am a parasite. But at the same time, I am a seeker of life. There must be a way ahead. I don't know that. That's what I want to know."
"You mean the end of the quest is the final host?
In some parasitic animals, in childhood and adulthood, the host may be different, and the host who spends his or her childhood is called the intermediate host, and the host who ends up in adulthood is called the end host.
In other words, Arlaune today can still be described as a child. Many parasitic animals are reproduced after entering the final host and becoming adults, but there are also cases where they are not included in the final host and reproduce asexually while still in their infancy. Junko wonders if the copies produced by Arlaune today are also equivalent to that.
"Maybe... it's just a guess though. Who the hell is the final host? I don't know what the end of my quest for life shows right now. I'm asking for your help because I want to know that."
Arlaune was a rare, somewhat anxious face at this time, and burned to the memory of Junko.
In the barn. The honeycomb is asleep. Devil is asleep, too. Only Angelina woke up in the middle of the night.
I couldn't sleep afterwards and had a boring time, but I put my fingertip phone on my charging honeycomb in my eyes.
Bad for honeycomb, but trying to get him to play the game sneaky, Angelina turns on her honeycomb phone and projects a holographic display.
But the illegible Angelina of Japanese also took the trouble to start the game. I expected the icon to tell, but it didn't work either. I don't know which icon is the game.
I thought if I pushed from one end, I'd find the game one of these days, and the first icon I tapped was something I shouldn't have seen.
Even if I can't read Japanese, I understand. That was obviously a honeycomb blog. Photographs of the honeycomb of his time as a human being, as well as photographic images of dogs that he thought merged with the honeycomb, were all over the place.
Of course, I can't read the Japanese text, so I'm going to translate it.
It is a distorted sentence by translation, but the contents written are fully understood, and Angelina feels darkened.
That was a diary of the struggle. of mental illness, not physical illness.
"People's laughter and smiling faces are particularly unforgivable. I'm in so much pain... what's so much fun? I even hold nausea out of anger. I feel angry about everything in the world. Everything but bees is cursed '
Most of my blogs are resentful like this. Calm and frank, I don't think he's the same person as the honeycomb he is today. At least now honeycomb doesn't look like he has such a heart disease. Is it because it fused with dog bees?
Except for overdose of drugs, clashes with families and interactions with bees, all that is spelled out in hospital life is bad content and its stupidity. And I know exactly how my dog bee was the home of my heart.
'Somebody help me. Please help me. The bee, which is only one light in the world, is also an old dog. I also have a disease. When the bees are gone, I will be thrown into total solitary darkness. Such a world is unbearable. Please help me. I don't like it. Destroy the world.'
A honeycomb complaining of painful fear, but the hand of salvation seems to have been reached.
"An outsider appeared named Seeker of Life and helped me. My heart was saved, too. To the people who read this blog and worried about me. I disturbed you. I was saved. [M] It's all right now. '
That's what the latest article said. Angelina understood what that meant.
Beeches are moving in the back. Angelina never panicked, even if she found out what she had stolen. It was dominated by stronger emotions than that.
"Did you see that?
"Jap."
Angelina snorts at the quietly asked honeycomb.
"Japjap"
Angelina points to herself, to the honeycomb, and even takes the honeycomb hand and shakes it.
"You think you have a similar past? So you have to despise me?
"Jap."
Angelina shows affirmation by shaking her head vertically to the question of the honeycomb.
"Jap......"
And he hugged her with his hands wide open, trying to cling to the big body of the honeycomb.
"Thanks...... Lately...... much more stable already. I wonder if it's because of Beech and Arlaune. Ever since I came to this barn, I've been feeling so calm... I just need to be here to calm down. It's weird."
"Jah...... p......"
Angelina felt that, too. As much as I wonder if you even work in this barn with any strange powers, I calm down when I'm here. I don't want to leave.
I also suspected it might be an unnatural force, due to the work of that old woman, but if the honeycomb was being saved as a result, I still felt fine.