The Record of Unusual Creatures

In addition to returning to the base, Ulanov wears his full-cover helmet under all circumstances, which is almost his signature image. However, this helmet is not for the sake of handsomeness and pulling the wind, nor is it solely for enhancing the defensive power. Its real role is to maintain the life of a veteran and cover up his terrible truth.

Hao Ren saw a sultry man sitting behind the desk playing with some kind of equipment, his face could hardly be called human. His large skin has disappeared, and the exposed muscles and bones are filled with metallic silver. One eyeball is connected by some electronic circuits so that it does not fall. The original nose is only a metal with a valve. The tube, a hose that comes out of the metal tube, is connected to a cylinder next to the table, and his teeth - there is only one row of neat metal.

Ulanov’s hidden under the helmet is like a gimmick with a mixture of flesh and steel. It’s weird and terrible. Rao is already seeing all kinds of wonderful things. When I was in the sight, I couldn’t help but be shocked.

"You are..." He couldn't hide his accident. He simply asked, "How do you get it?"

"Sixty-five years ago, I worked near the Sea of ​​Nano, to see if those nano-capacities could be used to develop space colonies," Ulanov’s remaining muscles twitched with flexible metal, seemingly wanting to Ren smiled, but it looked almost more terrible than Iza's smile. "I didn't run out when I dominated the computer, so I was melted - almost a third."

Ulanov said, slightly opened his shirt. Hao Ren was surprised to see a transparent chest underneath the clothes. The deformed internal organs and artificial organs pulsate slowly in the pale pink vitamin solution. A biochemical person who seems to be coming out of a horror film.

"I am one of the few survivors of the disaster, and probably the longest one." Ulanov pointed to the bed next to him, indicating that Hao Ren could sit down at random. "Ah, you probably don't feel it." Interest - Are you looking for me?"

Hao Ren just calmed down from the impact of Ulanov's true feelings and experience. He didn't know what to say at once. He sat down on the bed with a little restraint and then raised his own purpose: "What, I want to ask... If I have something to leave the base, do I report it with anyone?"

“Leaving the base?” Ulanov’s voice asked, “Where are you going?”

"Walk around, at least know what kind of place you will live in." Hao Ren shrugged. "And I can't always bother you here - I don't plan to join any organization, so one day it is I have to leave."

"I understand Nolan's character. I'm afraid I really don't mind if you have been living here because she doesn't care about this at all," Ulanov said hoarsely, his voice was not from his mouth, but from his throat. In a resonance tube, his vocal cords have become part of the nanofleet decades ago. Now the machine has replaced more than half of his physiological functions. "But it is normal for you to think so. If you want to go out, I can accompany you. I have no tasks for the time being, and this place is not quite flat."

"No. No need to bother you, I am also a soldier. I have to have a survival skill." Hao Ren quickly waved his hand. "I just came to find out what else to do when leaving the base." After all, it is a military unit."

Ulanov laughed and muttered: "Aha... don't be so rigorous. The gray fox doesn't have so many rules, because Nolan is the only rule here. As long as you don't bother with her, no one will find you. trouble."

Hao Ren snorted, and Ulanov grabbed something from the bucket and threw it to Hao Ren: "Take this, even if you don't get involved, the status of the gray fox can help you block a lot of trouble. This place is only a person with a corps behind it, and a person without identity is a 'slag' in the factory."

Hao Ren caught the small metal card that flew over. This is a small chest-like thing. The gray fox head is etched with a laser. It is the symbol of the gray fox mercenary group. In the chaotic Black Street, people are dominated by a strict hierarchy. The cadres from the zero-city and the heads of the various regiments are first-class, while the soldiers and hackers who are backed by the Corps are called "citizens", the most inferior. Those who have no identity and no ability to fight - they are engaged in heavy and heavy work that cannot be replaced by nano-groups in factories that smoke black smoke, suffering from respiratory diseases and various pollutions. They rely on poor food and nerve numbness made from nano-machines to maintain a short life. They are called "slag."

If there isn't a corps guarantee, the visitors who come to Black Street will basically be thrown into the factory after three days, and the people who can complete it are only rare. Even if you can escape this robbery, it will not be easier to survive in the slums of Black Street than to do "slag" in the factory.

This is the human society after the collapse of civilization.

Hao Ren also took a cursory look at the information about Black Street when he checked the information on the Internet. Although the information was crude, he probably understood the rules and environment of the place, so he knew that this small metal card should actually be Nolan’s intention to give himself Gifts, and for an outsider, this is an extremely valuable accidental gift. He properly put away the identification card and looked at Ulanov curiously: "Is the other mercenary groups equally good at dealing with you?"

"Other?" Ulanov laughed, and the sound was as if it were a broken old bellows. "You either join them or throw them into the factory. Most mercenary groups also work as traffickers. You should be glad that you met Nolan. She is the toughest and least unruly mercenary here. She has made the rules, that is, everyone except her is a **** - so as long as she recognizes one People, that person is basically safe in Black Street, and all the regiments will give a little face."

Hao Ren’s mind flashed Nolan’s face, the mercenary girl with long gray hair and always expressionless, her eyes left an indelible impression on Hao Ren, and now recalled, in the eyes As if with an indescribable alienation and vicissitudes, it is like a detached person who sees the dusty and transcendental world in the audience. When Hao Ren recalled this detail, he couldn’t help but feel a layer of goose bumps on his back. He firmly believed that he saw something in the Nolan’s eyes that was theoretically not her: “Nolan... How old this year... ?"

"Seventeen, or eighteen - can't be bigger," Ulanov said, looking at Hao Ren's eyes. "Don't ask more, I only know this. The big warlords in this place are all against Nolan. Taboo, they are afraid of her, one of the important reasons is to fear her age. It is said that when she was thirteen, she only assassinated two mercenary leaders, freehand, and in the most cruel way. Perhaps you feel that you are from today Heaton saved her life, but in fact Nolan estimated that there were more than one hundred ways to kill all the ambushes I met today."

Hao Ren was stunned: "Is she a superman?"

"Some people say that she is actually a 'third-generation evolver', just disguised as the first generation, and some people say that she is actually a soldier created before the fall of the Far East Alliance. You can go to the search for the 'Army Plan' and say "There is a model," Ulanov shook his head, put the adjusted breathing filter back into the helmet, took off the snorkel on his nose and put on the helmet again. "But I suggest you not want one." Letter, don't go to Nolan to inquire about this. She usually has a good temper, but when it is angry, no one is her opponent... Ha, it feels good to put on my face again."

Ulanov wears a helmet, connects several lines extending from the top under his mask, and pulls on the alloy zipper of the outer garment, turning it back into a fully enclosed, strange soldier like a motorcycle rider. His helmet provided him with breathing assistance and constantly released electrical signals to ensure that his severely damaged brain continued to function, while an armor in his coat released another set of signals to suppress the remaining in his body. The nano-machine group to prevent those deadly little things from completely cutting off his spine. The device, together with the artificial organs in the body, form a weird and deformed body that has maintained his life for sixty-five years, and as long as his brain continues to survive, the body can continue to survive until More than any other human being.

Sixty-five years ago, he lost one-third of his body, and today, sixty-five years later, 80% of his organization has undergone renewals and renovations. There is no such thing as a second-generation evolutionary. It is hard to say whether Ulanov, who has been transformed here, is a personal class or a living biochemical machine. The only certainty is that this old soldier is still alive.

Why should he insist on living to this day?

Hao Ren looked at Ulanov’s not burly body, knowing that this unrecognized veteran must have more stories, but he has not yet asked when he is clear, so after thanking him for telling himself so many things today, he Leaving Ulanov's room. (To be continued.)

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