Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

"Tick-tock-tick-tock-"

In the white sterile ward, the testing equipment emits regular beeps. The old man leaning on the hospital bed is wearing a respirator and has many sensing devices connected to his body to monitor his life status. The retention needle on his wrist is connected to the medicine. Water bottle, colorless and transparent liquid is slowly input.

The room was very quiet, and no sound could be heard from the corridor outside. The only window outside the glass window was not a pleasant natural scenery, but rippling water.

Time passed quietly, and the dust in the room slowly settled. After an unknown amount of time, a slight sound of footsteps broke the silence, coming from the corridor, and then the door was opened.

A girl with light blue fluffy short hair walked in. She was wearing a white long-sleeved thin coat, like a scientific researcher, but she did not wear any badge pins symbolizing her profession.

Walking to the bedside, she first glanced at the testing equipment, then sat down and looked at the sleeping old man, letting time flow slowly.

About half an hour later, she stood up and pressed a button on the instrument. Then the upper part of the hospital bed slowly lifted up. After a slight stimulation, the old man slowly opened his eyes.

The pair of unfocused gray eyes looked around, seeming to barely recognize the girl in front of him.

"You're here." His voice was weak. If it hadn't been so quiet here, no one would have been able to hear him clearly.

"Yes." The girl gently touched the old man's forehead.

"How long have I been sleeping?" the old man continued to ask.

"35 days and 4 hours." The girl answered.

"Is it so long? Ahem." His body trembled. He pressed his withered fingers on the hospital bed and tried to sit up, but couldn't.

"Let me help you." The girl helped the old man sit up, then patted his vest.

"Thank you, it will get better now." After the old man sat up, he took a moment to calm down before gradually speaking.

"Looks like I don't have much time."

"No, I've helped you customize the best medical plan, and you can still stick to it." The girl comforted.

"It's useless. The genetic limit is there, no matter how good the medical plan is, it won't work." He has lived for more than 200 years, which is almost the limit of human beings.

"If gene editing is carried out..." the girl hesitated.

"No, the Federation has long banned research in this area. Although I have fought fiercely in the past, but -" the old man said slowly.

"I've lived long enough, and there's no point in struggling any longer."

He stretched out his hand and groped for the girl's wrist.

"You should be turning eighteen this year. You can go to the Central Star Territory to study. You don't have to stay here anymore, ahem."

"But I..." The girl bit her lip and wanted to explain something, but in the end she didn't say it. She probably understood that her reasons could not convince the old man in front of her.

"I know, I understand, haha." The old man tried his best to look like he was smiling and stroked the girl's head.

"When you act like a spoiled child, you are still as cute as when you were little."

There was nostalgia in his words, he spoke slowly, and then there was a long silence.

After resting for a while, the old man gathered some strength and continued to speak.

"That's it. It's time to say goodbye. Now that I see you growing up healthily, I have no regrets."

"But..." Looking at the old man, the girl's eyes slowly filled with tears. She blinked continuously, then lowered her head and wiped them away quietly.

Slight sobbing spread in the quiet ward, and it slowly stopped after a long time.

"Me." After saying one word, the girl paused again. She closed her eyes and slowly opened them again.

"Let me sing a song." After saying that, the girl hummed a melody softly.

This melody has no lyrics. It is a little sad in the silence, and there are memories in the loneliness. There are also some sobs in the quiet voice, which makes people cry.

Listening to this song, the old man leaned on the hospital bed with peace of mind and slowly closed his eyes. The beeps of the detection equipment nearby became weaker and weaker, and the intervals became longer and longer, until he finally calmed down completely.

After humming this melody, the room became quiet again. The girl stared blankly at the old man who was no longer breathing. He just sat motionless, then lay on the hospital bed and cried.

Tears stained the sheets, and his back heaved from time to time as he choked. Occasionally, he heard a few crying coughs.

A few hours later, the girl who finally came to her senses slowly stood up, looked at the gray-faced old man, carefully pulled up the sheet, and then walked out of the room slowly.

Leaning in the lonely corridor, the girl looked at the reflection on the ground and stayed in a daze for a few minutes before she stood up again and walked towards the end of the corridor.

[Welcome, Miss Shui Yanqing, please tell me how to deal with the body of patient No. 11843]

A light blue projection screen appeared at the end of the passage.

"Perform cremation and then seal the ashes."

[Received, arranging for the autonomous unit to move the remains]

"Um."

After finishing speaking, the girl sat on the horizontal chair on the side of the corridor and continued to be in a daze until half an hour later, the hemispherical cylindrical autonomous unit moved in front of her and handed her a silver-gray metal box.

The box is sealed, and there are lines of letters on it, recording the name and life time of the owner of the ashes.

{Newman Funkel Ivanovich, 1037.10.05-1255.07.14}

Gently stroking the letters engraved on the metal box with her fingers, the girl fell into memories. It should have been a day more than forty years ago.

…

The sky was covered with ice, carried by the strong wind, and blew across the earth. Under the dim sky, the world full of ruins was in deathly silence. There were abandoned building debris and exposed mechanical fragments everywhere. The powerful war machinery of the past was torn into two pieces. Half buried in the soil, half covered by ice, only a few edges and corners are still standing upright in the wind.

This is a cold and forgotten world. The sky has been filled with wind and snow for nearly a thousand years. The water vapor on the planet has turned into ice crystals and snow sand due to the cold low temperature. The sky is always shrouded in dark clouds and snow sand, and no light can be seen. Dark and depressing.

The extremely low temperature not only makes it impossible to see any living life on this planet, but also makes it difficult for even the most basic bacteria and other microorganisms to survive. This planet is an ancient battlefield left over from the Fifth Era. It is filled with poisons with extraordinary properties and all kinds of strange radiation pollution.

If anyone is willing to come here, it is probably archaeologists who are passionately curious and willing to risk their lives.

Wearing an extremely thick protective exoskeleton armor, Newman walked slowly in the icy wind and snow. The searchlight on his head and the scanner looked around for possible clues. Beside him, there were several people walking close to the ground. self-regulatory unit to assist the scholar in his search.

A few minutes later, Newman found a collapsed passage in the ruins. Through scanning, he found that there was a road leading deep underground, so he began to clean up the debris that buried the passage.

With the help of the thrust of the exoskeleton armor, he slowly moved away the building debris that was overwhelming the passage, and then asked the autonomous unit to assist in the excavation. It took about 11 hours to finally clear a feasible passage.

But at this time, his physical strength was almost exhausted. After getting into the tunnel, he leaned against the wall and slept for six hours before starting to move again.

Five days later, Newman advanced intermittently downward through this passage, encountering various collapse and blocking obstacles along the way. Fortunately, he was well prepared and finally passed one by one. As he continued downward, the temperature gradually increased. Get up, at least the water doesn't freeze anymore.

His fingers scraped against the wall, and the green fluorescent moss fell down and was caught in the transparent box Newman placed. Then he carefully sealed it and put it into the collection box. He stood up and continued to move forward, his eyes constantly on Scan the surrounding walls until you stop under a bulletin board.

The paper posted on this bulletin board has long faded, but due to the harsh environment, there is no microbial corrosion and it has not degraded, allowing him to use a scanner to analyze the original writing on it.

[Safety items, please **keep the level low, the magic power will make **discover it, you are not allowed to go out **in private, all actions **obey**, if you find **please check**, no...]

The bottom one is ‘——Hydrofoil Rescue Society Seal’

According to the analysis of the handwriting molecules, this should have been printed and produced at the end of the fifth era. At that time, wars were widespread and civilization was regressing. Delicate electronic products such as display screens were far less convenient than ancient paper notices.

(The word "Rescue Society" should have appeared about 4,000 years after the Fifth Era. At that time, most of the inhabited planets were occupied by "new races", and the remaining native humans and their branches had to stick together with each other to avoid wars and They were hunted and struggled to survive on a planet contaminated by radiation, so various forms of rescue organizations were born.)

Newman checked the information in the database, and then moved forward. This place should have been the medical institution of the relief society in the past, and he could find many remaining hospital beds, treatment and testing equipment, and even some desiccated corpses.

Although strong radiation and poison destroyed the environment, it also made it difficult for many microorganisms to survive and did not degrade these corpses. This has become an excellent research material, allowing today's scientists to explore the situation of that era and even extract extinct information from it. 'New race' genes.

After collecting several genetic samples and sampling data, Newman felt a sense of excitement and satisfaction. Although this expedition was dangerous and narrowly escaped, it was worth it. He didn't have much time left to live, and he originally came here thinking that if Once he failed, he was buried underground and his body was left as some kind of sample to future generations.

But now it seems that he is quite lucky. Not only did he not die, but he was also lucky enough to find this unexplored place in the ruins.

Continuing to explore further, he discovered many corpses one after another, and there were even many traces of battles along the way.

(This is……)

He bent down and looked carefully at the remains on the ground. In the scanner's filter, there was a bright red mark on the cheek of the corpse labeled 'Non-Native Human'.

He carefully used tweezers to remove the silver-powder-gradient scales, and then put them in a small sealed bag. Then he continued to search and analyze with the help of records in the database, and finally found the matching description information.

[Lightscale species, one of the extinct 'new races', belong to the Black Sun Erepos. They are named after the few shiny scales on their bodies. These scales are the product of genetic modification, making the light scales This kind of energy can efficiently activate Airka particles and produce special signals, allowing them to sense and communicate with each other. They can even resonate with each other to build a network and create the Throne of God. ]

Compared with the original human races, the 'new races' always have various characteristics and advantages. This is why they can quickly replace the original humans in the early stage of the Fifth Era.

After carefully collecting this rare material, Newman continued to move forward, and there were more and more corpses along the way. There were also many cuts, burns, and holes left in the passage. Finally, he even found one The corpse of a Sequence 7 extraordinary person. Such a high-level extraordinary person should also be a big shot in the fifth era.

Dragging the corpses away, and then carefully scraping off the dried blood, he looked at the closed door in front of him with some hesitation and expectation.

There is no doubt that the two parties should be fighting for what is behind the door. One party is attacking and the other is defending. They just don't know whether there is an escape passage or what treasure is hidden behind the door.

(Let’s go ahead, we’re already here. If you give up because you’re afraid of some kind of danger, you’ll regret it until you die.)

In the belief that he would not live long anyway, he might as well take a gamble. Newman took out the hilt of the sword from the side of the exoskeleton armor, and then injected his own magic power. With a 'buzz' sound, the blue flow-type lightsaber appeared in an instant.

He held the hilt of the sword and slowly cut the door open. Molten metal liquid and strange smoke filled the air. If he hadn't been wearing good protective clothing, he might have been poisoned to death immediately.

After intense cutting, the door finally fell, setting off a burst of dust and rust. Newman put away his lightsaber and took two steps forward. He felt extremely weak and had to lean against the wall to catch his breath.

(I am getting old and can no longer wield a lightsaber.)

He looked around the room while he was resting, and was slightly pleased to find that this was not an escape route, but some kind of high-end research laboratory. The various remaining instruments inside were still roughly in their original condition. It seemed that the protection here was particularly good. Well, even the poison and radiation on the planet did not interfere with the interior of the laboratory.

After resting for a while, he continued to move forward, constantly testing the equipment here, hoping to find something similar to a memory chip, or other recorded data, and finally his attention stopped outside a closed dormant chamber.

There seemed to be a strange feeling. Although it had not been opened yet, he thought there should be some kind of living life inside.

However, this is indeed not an open place. If there were any living creatures inside, they would probably die quickly due to exposure to poison and radiation.

Holding the heavy dormant cabin in his arms, Newman tried to move it, but found that it was still too heavy, so he called in an auxiliary autonomous unit and simply built a simple trailer on site, and then put the dormant cabin on it.

After doing all this, he pulled the heavy sleeping compartment and headed out to the passage. However, this return trip was not as easy as when he came here.

In order to transport the dormant warehouse out, he had to stop dozens of times to clear the passage. It took him twelve days to return to the ground, and by this time he had very few supplies left.

There was still quite a distance from the docking point of the spacecraft. In order to return smoothly, Newman had to choose to abandon some less important specimens and materials, and then calculated to the extreme what he needed for return.

Then he began the most difficult part of the expedition. In the last half month, the food he carried with him was exhausted, and the water was constantly recycled with the help of a purifier. In the end, his consciousness was close to blurry and trance. If not The auxiliary AI has been helping him correct his direction and guide him to avoid the big snowstorm. I am afraid it has been buried in some ruins for a long time.

Fortunately, the journey was finally over. He returned to the docking station of the spaceship, took the heavy dormant cabin onto the spacecraft, and began the return journey.

After about six years of dormant and faster-than-light travel, the spacecraft finally returned to the nearest Federal Space Station, and everything on the spacecraft was strictly sealed and monitored.

Three months later, after review and testing by a team of experts, Newman and the dormant chamber were sent to another special research space station in an uninhabited star field, and then the dormant chamber was opened under monitoring.

"This is..." Looking at the girl lying in the dormant chamber, the personnel present could not help but be surprised, and then started various testing and research with excitement and anticipation.

About a year later, after many harmless examinations, analyses, and studies, scientific researchers were able to determine the girl's identity.

"She should be a hybrid between a 'light scale species' and a human adaptor." The genetic analysis chart showed this.

"Although she inherited some of the specialties of the 'Light Scale Species', she was unable to use the light scales to resonate with her thoughts due to the blending of the adaptor's genes. This means that she cannot become the foundation of the Throne of God even if she cuts off the 'Network'. node."

"In order to prevent the 'new race' from being contaminated by native human genes, there was some kind of reproductive isolation at the beginning of their birth, and the birth of this girl broke this taboo."

"It is very likely that she is not the product of normal reproduction, but an experimental product of the original humans at that time to fight against the 'new race', that is, a product of genetic editing, which allows her to have the advantages of the 'light scale species' as well as It will not become a nourishing node for the dark sun."

"No wonder this rescue group was wiped out by the 'Light Scale Species' at that time. Probably their plan was discovered and exposed."

"What to do with this girl now? According to current federal law, she does not qualify as a 'person.'"

"If nothing happens, she may have to live in the laboratory her whole life, or we may not need to wake her up and let her become a living specimen that sleeps forever."

Originally, the tone of the arrangement was set here, but after the excavator Newman regained consciousness, he strongly opposed this decision.

"Why not let her come back to life? She currently poses no threat to the existence of the Federation, and isn't her birth the wish and miracle of those forerunners? They found another way back then. If we follow this path If we continue, we might be able to end everything in the Fifth Era."

"I'm sorry, Dr. Newman, your idea is very dangerous. Since the establishment of the Federation, all modifications to the genes of adaptors have been prohibited. This is to avoid the recurrence of the disaster at the beginning of the Fifth Era."

"As for the possibility you mentioned, I don't agree with it. Even if humans at that time could use this technology to gain the same advantages as the 'new race', without the singer who connects everything, it would still be difficult for us to fight against the dark suns. , this is the greatness of the Throne of God.”

"However, human beings have been stuck in their ways for nearly a thousand years. Since the end of the Fifth Era, all technologies related to human genetic adjustment have been banned. This has resulted in the life span of human individuals being always limited, and some remaining diseases and disabilities are difficult to cure. I understand. There are dangers in modifying genes, but if we continue to do so, we will undoubtedly lose food and remain in the same place forever."

"The current federation is safe and powerful enough. Why can't we slowly restart these researches and find a way to avoid the birth of the dark sun and allow humans to continue to evolve!"

"Dr. Newman, it is useless for you to tell me this. If you really want to change, then convince those big figures in the Central Council, those representatives from many star fields, leaders in various fields, and singers who represent the will of the masses. Ladies, with the approval of the Central Parliament and the amendment of the Federal Constitution, it is possible to realize your idea." The researcher pushed up his glasses and rejected Newman's proposal.

"I'll do it."

For about 20 years after that, Newman worked on this matter, but his influence was undoubtedly like a pebble thrown into the sea, with no response. The ideological tradition since the establishment of the Federation has led countless people to choose to ban genetic modification, even if humans The lifespan is therefore limited.

As his body ages, Newman gradually feels that he has reached the limit of his life, even with the help of various means, and that his time is running out.

This former Sequence 7 transcendent would spend most of his time lying on the hospital bed, slowly waiting for death to come.

However, just when he was about to give up and sadly face death, fate played another trick. The sleeping girl woke up and was found to have the talent of a singer.

This discovery shocked the entire laboratory, and all news was subsequently blocked. After continuous analysis, discussion, and even several heated debates by top federal scientists, the girl was finally granted freedom as a singer.

"Since she is a singer, that is the manifestation of Isenisa's will. We cannot prevent her awakening and freedom."

"Give her a name, Dr. Newman, it will be your honor."

"A name..." Newman thought weakly while lying on the hospital bed.

"Because she was discovered by the Hydrofoil Rescue Society, and she is also the ideological legacy of the Hydrofoil Rescue Society, we gave her the surname Shui."

"She was born to fight against the dark sun, so she should be named 'Hate the Sunny'. She hates the scorching sun on a sunny day, like a downpour, extinguishing the flames."

"Okay, now the identity of this singer is officially registered. Her title is 'Wind Calyx Fruit' Shui Yanqing."

"The fruit floating in the wind is caught by the hand that reaches out by chance. She is truly a legendary singer. Her birth probably represents some kind of invisible will."

"The dusty sword of genetic editing may gradually be unsealed because of her appearance. Whether it can be realized in the end depends on her influence as a singer in the Federation in the future."

After writing this sentence, the researcher slowly closed the notebook.