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Chapter 112 We've Got You!
Chapter 112 We've Got You!
Xiying, an unnamed town in the west, has an underground spherical space.
The alarm had stopped, and the entire underground space seemed to freeze, the atmosphere suffocating.
Jack Ma, their most successful psychic relay station, is now malfunctioning.
"Life support confirmed!"
"Confirmed, life support equipment is normal!"
"Normal, why would this happen? The prophet, where is the prophet?"
The deduction concludes that it is impossible!
Silence fell again.
"Activate the mother communication protocol. Summon all available elders for an emergency meeting."
Twelve hours later.
Westhawk, Palo Alto, California.
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SPACEX headquarters, top-floor office.
Governor Ma sat in his large leather chair, staring at the email he had just received on his computer screen.
This was a very ordinary email, just like the thousands of spam emails he received every time.
However, his gaze swept across the contents of the email, and finally lingered for a moment on the words "VIP-7".
His gaze suddenly turned strange.
This is one of the emergency communication methods agreed upon by these survivors of Atlantis. When regular communication channels are interrupted for any reason, they send emails in a specific format through a pre-set backup email address. To outsiders, it may only look like a few words, but to them, it contains a wealth of information.
Time, place, event —
All the information is condensed into these few letters.
The question is, why?
It had just been exposed, and the entire system had fallen into complete silence, but suddenly it notified itself to break the silence—
He took a deep breath, stood up, and took his coat off the hanger.
Thirty minutes later, at SPACEX Medical Center.
This is an eight-story modern building, located just across the street from the SPACEX headquarters campus. It looks like an ordinary private hospital from the outside, but it primarily provides high-end medical services to SPACEX's senior management.
Ma Dugong entered through the VIP channel, swiped his ID card, passed through two automatic doors, and arrived at an elevator that required special permissions to activate.
The elevator is going down.
There were no floor buttons. After entering the elevator, a laser scan was performed, and then the elevator began to descend silently.
About thirty seconds later, the door opened.
A wide corridor came into view. On either side of the corridor were a dozen or so numbered alloy doors, each leading to a fully equipped private ward. At the end of the corridor was the entrance to a small operating room.
"Jack".
A voice came from the end of the corridor. Governor Ma looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a white coat walking towards him.
"Kevin, what happened? Why was emergency contact activated during the silence period?"
Kevin didn't answer immediately, but walked quickly to him, looked him over carefully for a few seconds, and then made a "come with me" gesture.
The two entered a ward at the end of the corridor.
This is a luxurious ward of about 60 square meters, equipped with a full life support system, a separate operating table, and a completely transparent glass wall. Behind the glass wall is another, smaller, sterile room.
On the operating table in the center of the sterile room, lay a naked body.
He was a man who looked to be in his early thirties, with short brown hair, an ordinary face, smooth and well-proportioned muscles, and a healthy complexion, without any distinctive features. His eyes were closed, and his chest rose and fell rhythmically, as if he were fast asleep.
"This—" Governor Ma's gaze fell on the body, his pupils shrinking slightly.
"An emergency backup container." The doctor walked to the glass wall, turned his back to the body, and looked at Ma Dugong. "You need to undergo a thorough examination."
Governor Ma was silent for a few seconds. "What exactly happened?"
"Is there a problem with your connection?"
"What?" Governor Ma asked in surprise. "What happened?"
"We didn't know that twelve hours ago, the flow of faith into the Faith Pool suddenly dropped by thirty percent. After checking, we found that the problem was on your end, but your life gauge showed no abnormalities."
"so----"
"We spent twelve hours checking for all potential hazards to make sure you weren't being monitored or tampered with by anyone before activating the backup container."
"You need to go to the ball house in person to undergo information screening by the mother."
"I see!"
Symbiotes, or rather, these remnants of Atlantis, have a peculiar need for the power of faith; they don't need too much, but they can't have too little either.
Because the power of faith is the only energy source to sustain the life of the mother, awaken the sleeping people, and ensure the continuation of the race.
Too little is not enough, otherwise the mother body will not be able to sustain life and awaken new members of the tribe. But too much is also not enough, otherwise the mother body's main consciousness will resurface, and all members of the tribe will lose their independence. Therefore, maintaining the current state is the best option.
Therefore, there are not many relay stations like him. He is one of the relay stations with the highest exposure, the largest fan base, and the greatest contribution of spiritual energy, accounting for nearly 30% of the total inflow.
Now, that 30% has been cut off.
Without this 30%, even the mother's survival would be impossible. The death of the mother would be a huge blow to these symbiotes.
"Let's begin," Governor Ma said without giving a direct answer.
Ten minutes.
Inside the sterile operating room, the shadowless lamps illuminated everything in a stark white light.
Lord Ma was lying flat on the operating table. He was completely naked, his limbs and torso were secured with soft restraints, his breathing was steady, and his eyes were calm.
The doctor stood beside the operating table, wearing sterile gloves as thin as cicada wings. Behind him were two equally fully armed assistants, and the new body, numbered E-17, lay flat on another operating table, naked, restrained, and its chest rising and falling rhythmically.
"Are you ready?" The doctor's voice came from behind the mask, sounding slightly muffled.
Governor Ma nodded slightly.
The doctor raised his right hand and extended it toward Governor Ma's mouth.
His movements were slow and gentle. He joined his right index and middle fingers together and gently probed into Ma Dugong's slightly open mouth, touching the soft palate at the back of his palate.
Then he stopped.
Three seconds later, subtle movements began to appear deep in Ma Dugong's throat.
It was a creepy, tingling sensation, as if some living thing was crawling up his esophagus. The muscles in Ma Dugong's neck and jaw tensed slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed once, twice, three times—and then, his mouth began to open.
It did not open voluntarily, but was forced open from the inside by some force.
The jaw joint stretched downwards to an extent that defied the limits of human endurance, causing the lips to part and reveal neat teeth and bright red gums. The soft tissues and muscles inside the mouth began to twist and deform, and deep in the throat, a grayish-brown biological tissue covered with mucus could be vaguely seen, slowly and steadily moving outwards.
Kevin's fingers gently parted the folds on the surface of the biological tissue, guiding it in the right direction.
As it moved, the thing continuously secreted a kind of transparent mucus, lubricating the passage it passed through. Its surface was covered with fine, visible spiral patterns, each spiral slowly undulating.
It slid out of Ma Dugong's mouth little by little.
Thirty centimeters.
Forty centimeters.
Fifty centimeters.
When its entire body completely detached from Ma Dugong's body, it began to shrink again, becoming about twenty centimeters long.
Kevin reached out his hands, lifted him up, turned around, and walked towards another operating table.
The new body, numbered E-17, lay there quietly, its mouth slightly open, waiting.
The symbiote moved.
As if sensing some kind of call, its body began to contract and writhe rhythmically. Starting from the front, it slowly probed into the new body's mouth, through the throat, through the esophagus, and finally wrapped around the new body's spine, merging with the central nervous system.
The moment its entire body was completely inserted into the new body, the new body's eyelids trembled slightly.
The doctor and two assistants waited quietly.
Five seconds.
ten seconds.
Fifteen seconds.
The new body's eyelids fluttered again, and then slowly opened.
Those eyes were deep brown, completely different from Jack Ma's eyes before. But deep within them, the mixture of weariness, vigilance, and some indescribable depth remained unchanged.
E-17, or rather, Governor Ma slowly raised his right hand, looked at that unfamiliar yet vibrant palm, and gently clenched his fist.
"How are you feeling?" the doctor asked.
He moved his fingers, turned his neck, and then sat up from the operating table.
"It's alright." His voice was a little hoarse, with the awkwardness of someone just waking up. "It might take a little time to adjust."
"There's no time!" Kevin glanced at "Emperor Ma" on another operating table. "Your current status means you can't stay out of the public eye for too long. Hurry up."
As they spoke, they helped Ma Dugong, who had just completed his symbiosis with the host, off the operating table.
In the Eastern Kingdom, in the capital city, Hu Biao witnessed the entire process and couldn't help but laugh.
"Heh heh, this time, we've got you!"