episode_0079

Harmon knew detailed information about Flora’s organization.

Their location, the existence of those they sought to cooperate with, what they eat and live on, and their daily lives are unknown to Candy since she lives in the village, but she could say that she knew most of what she needed to know.

But then why doesn’t Harmon touch them?

It was because of the human group that Flora was cooperating with, that cyborg horde.

To be precise, the existence of a machine that the cyborgs follow. The machine that analyzes and extracts information about the machine that Harmon creates so easily was annoying.

The machine was shaped like a giant human head.

It appears to be a state where only the front part of a human head exists, with a red core floating behind it, and all sorts of machines and circuits exposed around it.

Harmon, who had only seen the blue cores of humanoids, was intrigued by the red core, but at the same time felt burdened by the unknown existence.

Not only Undine, Candy, and Whiskey, but even Dahlia was unaware of the existence of the red core.

“It’s probably a technology developed by humans who survived the destruction. If not… it could be developed by a genius like you, Harmon, somewhere. Or it could be a pure creation developed by an artificial intelligence that learned on its own. ”

Dahlia zoomed in on the core of the robot’s head in the video footage Candy had sent her, but that was the only answer she could come up with.

“What’s the name of this?”

“Cyborgs are called Moontrees.”

“Moontree?”

“Yeah. I don’t know the etymology. Flora’s remnants and Moontree’s cyborgs don’t really trust or cooperate with each other that much.”

“Every morning, I wake up at 5am and bow to the machine until sunrise… I’m a cargo cultist.”

“What is that?”

“They say that advanced technology looks like magic. They don’t see things created by science and technology as products of technology and science, but rather worship them as gods or supernatural beings given by gods.”

“Hmm. Did you have something like that back then? It’s no different from ours.”

“No way. Cargo cults are something that you can only find if you search through history. I found out while researching the history of human development.”

Dahlia looked around at the Muntri hologram.

“This guy doesn’t just analyze machines, he can make machines for people if you just give him the materials?”

“That’s right.”

“I see. Then I know what you are wary of.”

Harmon nodded.

Having your equipment completely interpreted by the enemy, and having the materials taken apart and remade into new machines.

If one mistake was made, everything Harmon had created could be dismantled by that Moontree and turned into an enemy weapon.

This is not a simple problem.

What if one drone falls into enemy hands, is completely dismantled, and an identical drone is created? And what if the signal that can send command signals to that drone also falls into the enemy’s hands?

All drones spread throughout Guldari Village will fall into the hands of enemies.

Therefore, in order to defeat Flora and her group and the Moontree cyborgs, several conditions must be met.

One would be a primitive weapon that can be interpreted and dismantled without any problems.

The other one would have enough capabilities to handle it and destroy enemies who handle various weapons.

Lastly, it will be a pure human body without a single machine implanted in it.

The ending was difficult.

In a world where collectors basically live with five or six machines implanted in their bodies, even non-collectors live with two or three machines implanted for self-defense purposes.

However, the moment such a person approaches Moontree, the machinery inside his body will disintegrate, and he will become incapacitated or die at that moment.

‘Since Isaiah is raising the power that was not specifically implanted in the machine, we will have to wait until they grow to a satisfactory level.’

Fortunately, Dahlia was a great help.

By developing various drugs including steroids, they were able to create powerful soldiers without machines.

It is still far from completion because the drug needs to be improved to fit the human age and various experiments need to be conducted in parallel, but once the experiments are completed, it will be possible to train soldiers.

“How are the plans to train superhumans going?”

“It’s not easy. As you know, the people of our time and the people of this time are very different, right? They use oil as drinking water… In addition, because the environment is the environment, genetic changes often occur for each person, and there are too many cases where acquired traits are passed down to descendants.”

“Usually, acquired traits are not inherited?”

“Of course. Maybe… Amili must have manipulated this from the time she was the first designer to make it possible, but is this possible? … … I have nothing to say because it is actually possible.”

After hearing Dahlia’s story, Harmon expressed one concern.

“Is it possible that it is impossible to produce superhumans?”

“That’s not it. We found some genetic commonalities, so we can group them into groups with specific genetic groups and administer a corresponding booster.”

“Hmm. How about children between Isaiah and me?”

“Huh? You seem to care too, surprisingly.”

Dahlia showed the progress of the experiment.

“Isaiah is a rare pure designer. A direct descendant of Amiel is very rare in this day and age. Most designers stopped working generations ago.”

“I know that too. Most designers are those whose characteristics are strongly expressed through genetic inheritance. Or they are humans who modified their genes in the ruins.”

“That’s right. That’s why there’s such a big genetic difference between you and Isaiah, so we decided to create a separate DNA to fill in that gap.”

Dahlia created a single DNA hologram and placed it in a circle, where she showed Isaiah’s DNA and Hamon’s DNA becoming entangled and then becoming one through the DNA that was placed at the beginning.

“Where did that linking DNA come from?”

“Harmon four metal cells.”

“What?”

“Metal cells are characterized by adaptation and evolution, right? I used that to my advantage. Since your genes have metal cells in them, it wasn’t difficult.”

Dahlia shrugged.

“Think about it simply. When other people use one sperm and one egg to make a baby, you use two sperm and one egg to make a baby.”

“If you say so, what should I say?”

“Isn’t that weird? There’s a crazy guy who modifies his testicles to produce someone else’s DNA, has sex with them, gives birth to someone else’s baby, and enjoys NTR.”

“Ugh.”

Harmon groaned.

“I’m sorry, but please refrain from talking like that… .”

“Haha. How naive.”

“My fantasy is shattered! The era I longed for… … .”

“Don’t yearn for that era, but work to create a better era.”

As Harmon crouched down, holding his head, Dahlia looked at him with eyes that seemed to find him cute.

Although he looked like a large, muscular man, Dahlia saw that Harmon had an innocent side, as he was from an era when all desires and the stains of humanity had been washed away.

That looked pretty cute.

“Come on, kid. You have to work. How long are you going to be depressed?”

“It was just for a moment. Yeah. I have to do what I have to do. Anyway, there’s no problem with making a baby with Isaiah, right?”

“Yeah. Well, if the research facilities were properly equipped, it would have been a problem that could have been solved in about 3 days. I went around and around a bit trying to find a solution without the facilities.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t go to space.”

“Okay. Let’s take it slow. I have a lot of time now, so there’s no need to rush. I’m not going to live like before for 200~300 years at most.”

“200 years is all?”

“If you use genetic extension surgery, you can extend your lifespan semi-permanently as long as there are no side effects. Most people die after 200 years because of the side effects after receiving the procedure once.”

Harmon thought.

By any chance, was it true that Dahlia was about to say that her age was not 50, but 500…?

As Harmon’s thoughts wandered there, he saw Dahlia’s smile, looking at him quietly and smiling faintly.

Harmon decided to forget Dahlia’s age, which was not very important.

Curiosity is something that can solve many problems or make people’s lives better, but it can also cause unnecessary trouble.

* * *

Unlike Flora’s gang, who had to hide underground, the Muntri Cyborg gang had been staying in Guldari Village as ‘outsiders who entered the village’ since Flora’s time.

They worked desperately in Guldari Village to earn money and lived together in a house that was completely designed for Muntri, their new son, so that he could live comfortably and comfortably.

They were setting up houses all over Guldari Village for Moontree… and for ‘branches’ that Moontree could extend out to, while at the same time extending towards where Moontree wanted to go.

The place Moontree wishes for.

It was underground, not above ground in Guldari Village.

The reason they came here in the first place was to satisfy Moontree’s ‘desire for knowledge’, and Moontree, who can detect science and technology, was hoping for the unknown science and technology that resided underground more than anything else on the surface.

Because of this, they continued to advance underground, creating a large space underground where Flora’s group could hide.

Like a mole.

He had no doubts as to why he had to go through such hardships, and he had no idea what kind of science and technology Moontree was chasing.

They just follow.

The machine they worship.

To them, Flora and her party were nothing more than useful tunnel-digging tools, and they had no interest in the harm they might do to the village of Guldari.

Just like a fan spins to cool down a computer.

Like applying oil to an axle so that it can turn smoothly.

Because they were just parts for Moontree.

“Is the medicine ready?”

“Yes. Clinical trials are impossible, and it’s just a mixture of the drugs they were making.”

“Okay. The important thing is nothing else.”

Flora smoked. She had originally quit smoking to take care of her health, but cigarettes had not left her mouth since she came underground.

“I just want that little pig to suffer.”