Uplifting Journey

Cheng Bin was at the helm in front of the captain, Cheng Bin was guarding with a gun, Cheng Bin was commanding with a flag, and Cheng Bin was unloading the cargo with a crane.

On the modern port that is being expanded, groups of people with exactly the same length are busy everywhere, revealing a bustling and weird scene.

Cheng Bin, who traveled from the inner domain, was standing on the shore of this large port, fluttering in the wind.

Looking at the same face along the way, Cheng Bin was in a bad mood. For a while, he lost the desire to open the panel to study.

The AK47 coming from behind patted Cheng Bin on the shoulder, and then extended his hand to signal to him - a car of a brand that Cheng Bin did not recognize drove to the side and stopped, and another person who was exactly the same as Cheng Bin but looked older He lowered the window and looked at him curiously.

Cheng Bin scanned the driver's face, only to find that it was not a barcode similar to his, but a string of blue numbers - 10086.

AK47 greeted the driver, opened the door and took Cheng Bin into the back row of the car.

"It seems that you are very valued. The person in charge of pick-up and drop-off at the port is actually the second generation of Ke." After twisting and stretching in the back seat, AK47 explained to Cheng Bin, "The first generation of clones did not Recognize the logo and make a lot of trouble."

"The second generation engraved a number on the face to distinguish them, but it was troublesome when the number and types increased, so starting from the third generation of clones, the identification for identification was changed to a barcode, and by the fourth It was only in the first generation that the marking format and reading ability were integrated, and from the fifth generation onwards, this marking was embedded in the epidermal cells at the genetic level for expression."

"There are only more than 20,000 clones in the second generation. It is estimated that less than 3,000 are still alive. It is said that they have been scattered to various places. It is really lucky to meet a senior boss today."

"Don't mention the old man, AK47, you are much more famous than me." 10086 tilted his head and smiled at Cheng Bin, "Elder-in-law 927, have you really lost your memory? We have actually met before, ah, Father-in-law is a joking name for your job classification in the past. At first, it was called internal supervisor, but after all, the nature of the job is not pleasant, and it is a bit similar to those in Dongxi Factory. Later, you will call it father-in-law in private."

Cheng Bin didn't feel anything about what they called him, and he just dealt with it casually. Now he is full of doubts - looking at the situation along the way, the number of clones is definitely much more than he imagined, and they are actually in Africa. Rooted in the country? Also set up a social system that is operated by clones?

What a fucking reality this is.

With a notch stuck in his throat, Cheng Bin couldn't wait to meet those who could explain everything to him.

After two transfers, Cheng Bin, who had taken the high-speed rail, came to a city called the capital by AK47, a city comparable in size to City C in Huaguo.

But this city is too regular - the horizontal and vertical main roads are like a circle drawn by a compass, and there are only a few types of buildings, all of which are exposed to the concrete shell

On the streets with more traffic, in addition to clones in different clothes, there are also some Asians and blacks walking back and forth.

Cheng Bin stopped and looked at the places on the street that should be shops. Some urban residents knocked on the neatly arranged closed containers with thick mobile phones with exactly the same shape, and then walked out of the shop with the pop-up goods.

"Is this a vending machine?" Cheng Bin looked back at the AK47 standing quietly behind him.

"Basically," AK47 shrugged, and began to feel in his arms, "You don't even remember this? Our country is based on the distribution system based on needs plus contribution point consumption."

AK47 took out a thick mobile phone that Cheng Bin saw before and said: "This is a personal terminal that every citizen has. Whether you like it or not, you can't do without it. You can think of it as a mobile phone, an ID card, a bank card, etc. Wait for a complex of stuff."

"Our country has not been established for a short time, and our members are basically clones, plus some naturalized African natives. We have basically lost all integrity and so on. If there are not too many miscellaneous needs, many things can be integrated and used, saving money. Lots of resources."

After AK47 sighed, he urged Cheng Bin: "I know that you probably want to ask a lot now, and when the Permanent Council someone will explain it to you slowly, you can read enough about history and political books."

Cheng Bin nodded, withdrew his gaze from looking at this strange city like a curious baby, and continued to walk forward with AK47.

In an unremarkable building, Cheng Bin met this nonsensical supreme leadership of the country——

There are 5 permanent members of the Clone Management Consultative Council.

Look at the appearance. Well, the appearance is nothing to look at. Looking at the logo, there are only two second generations here, and the others are all clones after the third generation.

"Uh," Cheng Bin, who was invited to sit at the round table, looked at his five selves in a strange way, "I remember that I was called a traitor by you, right? Although it is said that I have amnesia. But you Knowing that I have super powers, is it really okay to come to see me so directly?"

"You have this value, besides" the person with the number 7 on his face rested his chin on both hands, "I'm afraid of being a clone."

"The process of measuring is more complicated," another third-generation clone with the tail number 171 took a cup of tea for Cheng Bin, using an old thin iron water cup, and then he sat back in his seat and continued, "But you have to believe, Our mental control department has a very high level of mental analysis of 'Cheng Bin', after analyzing your performance all the way, we already have enough understanding of the logic of your behavior, so it is better to choose to be open and honest."

"It sounds good," another fifth-generation clone with the tail number 8861 slumped on the back of the chair and sneered, "Isn't it because the spiritual seeds are backed up every day, and the assembly line is turned around again after death, and then they come out to continue working, one or two can't wait Let's die early and be free."

Cheng Bin got dizzy when he heard it, he waved his hands and said seriously: "Don't talk about these nonsensical things, I'm confused now, can you explain it to me from the beginning?"

"Then try the question we are most concerned about first, and then slowly explain to you." The fourth-generation clone number 105, who had been closing his eyes, opened his eyes to look at Cheng Bin, raised his hand to his head, and counted for a few seconds. Then he put down his hand and nodded, "The engraving of the spiritual seed failed, it seems that it is indeed the second extraordinary individual."

Cheng Bin was stunned for a moment. Just now he felt that the Nian Qi battle body was faintly touched, a bit like the feeling in the world of Outland II, where Nian Qi and the abilities of those supernatural beings conflicted and interfered with each other to cancel each other out.

"What spiritual seed?" Cheng Bin frowned, and looked at the blue number 105 on the man's face in a strange way, "You have extraordinary abilities? Then you are the cloned body of this world? You are not a second-generation clone. ?"

"The main body?" The last three-generation clone with tail number 1111 shrugged, "If you mean 'Cheng Bin', the imprint source of the original spiritual seed, that guy died as early as in the first Clone War. Fortunately, the ability of the spiritual seed can be actively passed on to the clone, and after death, this ability will be inherited by the clone with the closest thinking mode, otherwise we would have finished the game long ago, let alone create a country."

That parallel entity died?

Cheng Bin felt that he had stepped into one misty pothole after another, and there was a blank black mist in front of his eyes.

After sorting out his thoughts, Cheng Bin communicated well with these five resident councilors, and finally gradually understood what happened to this parallel individual in the world.

It all started about ten years ago