episode_0082

“Another black market customer.”

Dahlia healed a person who came to her after injecting strange substances into his body on the black market and dying from the side effects.

Unfortunately, one of his arms had rotted away and had to be amputated, but he was given a prosthetic arm instead, and the cost of the surgery went into debt.

These loan sharks can be used in many ways.

It could be used for human experiments to create superhuman soldiers, or for various other dirty jobs that people no longer want to do as capitalism has developed… Even if that’s not the case, there are still many places where it could be used.

The various transplant parts that Harmon had to experiment on humans were being tested on these debt collectors.

Dahlia, who was watching the medical robots operating on a person through the screen, hummed a song she used to enjoy while switching between voice records.

After editing the recorded records, adding new ones with different voices, and repeating this process several times, when she played the voice record, the voice of the singer she liked began to come out.

“Good. Not bad.”

Dahlia, who had quickly turned on the song for the entire hospital, was enjoying a leisurely hobby life, unlike her busy days of research, while reproducing other songs.

“It’s a shame there’s no animation. Hmm.”

Dahlia’s current appearance is a nurse + angel concept, reminiscent of her favorite character from her favorite magical girl anime.

“Cultural life has only just begun to include martial arts.”

Such cultural life has existed since the primitive era. It is a cultural life that comes from the fundamental desire to be stronger than others, to be superior, to suppress the weak and gain a sense of superiority, which is passed down from the instinct to compete to see who is the stronger male and take over the females.

The fighting arena that Harmon created, so-called ‘Cages’, was able to easily settle into the village of Guldari because of the easy pleasure and results they could obtain.

‘I guess we’ll have to wait because as life gets more developed, people will have more free time.’

Dahlia knew she had no creative talent, so she decided to create.

Animator. Cartoonist. Film director. Anything is fine. I hope a genius comes along who can create a cultural life that will satisfy her mental boredom.

‘If you roughly write down the genre or story you want to the AI, it will quickly produce a few movies, but for that, you need a dedicated AI that has been trained on the medium.’

Dahlia is thinking about that.

[Director Dahlia.]

A radio call came in for her.

“Huh? What is it?”

[We are accepting 1,152 foreigners. We will now take them to the hospital for examination.]

“Okay. Please.”

[All right!]

In the past, they just accepted people, but even now that hospital infrastructure is somewhat established, they can’t just accept people like that.

Would you accept that person knowing what kind of illness he has?

People were once admitted to Dahlia General Hospital and were overwhelmed by the clean and sophisticated interior of the hospital, and were horrified by the robots operating in the hospital.

After overwhelming them so naturally that they can’t do anything, the inspection is finished and they are sent back to the village.

In this way, the population of Guldari Village increased.

* * *

“Hmm.”

While Dahlia was doing her assigned work, Harmon was examining Muntri’s hologram in detail.

After removing the interfering facial part, we take apart each circuit inside and examine it here and there.

Among the parts of the Moontree, the one that caught Harmon’s eye was the Moontree’s core.

Although he didn’t tell Dahlia, Harmon had felt a strange sense of foreboding ever since he first saw the core of the Moontree.

That’s why I was analyzing and comparing it with the cores of all the humanoids I knew, from Undine to Whiskey to Candy, and the cores of other mechanical devices, but until a little while ago, I had not gotten an answer.

Where on earth did I see this core?

Then, Harmon realized.

I didn’t notice it because I simply thought of it as ‘one core’.

“Where… .”

As I started to move the holograms of some of the components that were attached to the core and install them on the core, an outline gradually began to emerge.

So, as a single mechanical device was created centered around the core, Harmon greatly enlarged the hologram and sent it somewhere.

“As expected. They look alike.”

The place where the enlarged hologram overlapped was the center of Harmon’s basement, the power plant that supplied energy to the entire basement.

Although there was a difference in the blue and red colors, the shape was surprisingly similar.

While closely examining the power plant core, Harmon discovered that some parts had been added that were not there before and that the circuit structure was slightly different from that inside the power plant.

‘It’s clear that Moontree is a later model… … .’

This truth implies one thing.

‘The Moontree is a machine created by Ian Black.’

Ian Black.

A madman who dreams of replacing life on Earth with ‘machines’ rather than humans, animals, or plants.

I don’t know if it’s because he hates humans or because he loves machines too much… .

‘If you think about the existence of wild machines ruling this world or the existence of viruses that cause machines to attack humans, it’s not hard to deduce the truth.’

Ian Black’s objective was successful.

He planned to exterminate humanity and leave the world to machines.

However, there was noise in the process.

‘Ian Black’s plan must have been going smoothly. A war broke out worldwide. An incident where all moisture turned into oil. An attack by machines infected with a virus… This is where Amily appears.’

A woman with different ideas from Ian Black.

Perhaps because of that, she was called a whore by Ian Black and was hated so much that she had dozens of onaholes made.

She rejected a world dominated by machines and created a new type of human called Designer to ensure that humans would survive the destruction.

As a result, humans, the creatures born of Amily, took root in the world of machines and oil that Ian Black had dreamed of.

‘The mysterious being that attacked Dahlia’s companions. The fact that they and Amili were cooperating. Judging from this, the culprit who attacked them is… . . . ‘

Maybe. But probably definitely.

‘Ian Black himself. Or at least a research colleague who was close to him.’

We already know that it is possible to transplant the human mind into machines.

Would Ian Black, who loves machines so much, really turn down the chance to be reborn as a machine?

That can’t be true.

Harmon took the chance out of his hand and started thinking while touching the machine parts lying around and assembling a random machine.

‘I inherited Ian Black’s skills.’

Chance.

cellar.

A lot of what Harmon has is based on Ian Black.

‘At the same time, I’m following Amelia.’

She had decided to have a child with Isaiah, which was clearly against Ian Black’s wishes. However, Harmon had no intention of abandoning Isaiah.

‘I’ve brought in Undine and Dahlia… I’ve also brought in two of Amelia’s companions, and I plan to continue bringing in more of them and bringing them under my wing.’

After I found out that Moontree was Ian Black’s technique, I briefly considered persuading Moontree, but it seemed impossible.

Even if he only knew of the existence of Isaiah, Dahlia, and Undine, Muntri would absolutely be hostile to Harmon.

Because they are joining hands with the whore and the devil, Amili, whom their creator, their god, hates, loathes, and detests.

‘… … Hold hands with Amelia.’

Harmon thought.

‘Is Amelia dead?’

It was a problem that didn’t even need to be thought about.

If it were as it was originally.

‘She knows that she can transplant the very existence of a human being into a machine. Dahlia and her colleagues must have demonstrated that technology.’

That means.

‘Ian Black could also survive by putting his mind into the machine. Did she not know that? No. Couldn’t she have just brushed it off as something like, ‘That can’t be possible…’

Amiel arranged various things while creating the designer for human survival.

The ability to drink oil.

A property that is resistant to pollutants prevalent in the wilderness world.

A special pregnancy system that allows genetic traits that have changed postnatally to be passed on to future generations.

As we can see from the existence of Isaiah, who opened his eyes in the present era, long after Amelia’s death, there are designers who have been prepared to awaken and act across multiple eras with a time difference.

Would she have just ignored the possibility of Ian Black’s survival, which could lead to him wanting to kill a human, and not taken any measures?

“… … Hmm.”

Harmon stared thoughtfully at the red core hologram and the blue glow of the power plant.

Chance, who had been half-consciously fiddling with the machines and modules to lose himself in thought, had already created a small hamster-like machine that was wriggling around in his hands.

Harmon, who had been quietly watching the hamster he had created, spun the hamster around in his hands until it was in a ball shape, then threw it to the mechanical dog sitting behind him. The mechanical dog caught the hamster and started playing with it, munching on it.

‘It’s complicated.’

Harmon decided to briefly cover up the truth of the world he had glimpsed.

It seemed like I still had too many shortcomings to care about that much.

For now, let’s just leave it at that.

“Master. This is a report from Dahlia.”

“Huh?”

“As the number of black market users increases, the number of customers coming through the black market has also increased.”

“Black market.”

Harmon briefly glanced over the report.

“I have a headache. Should I go to the black market?”

To change his mood, Harmon prepared to go out.