On July 27, 119, after being unconscious by the medicine, Hong Tao woke up again and was already in the survival pole. The consciousness transfer was completed and he was still very successful. He was still himself, but he was brand new.

From this moment on, even if the soul is sublimated, it is still a very philosophical question whether it is the original Hong Tao. According to convention, to commemorate this important moment, the date appears on the belly of each clone in the form of a tattoo.

The new body feels no different from the original one, but the tattoo on the back is gone. It’s not that the unity is too clenchy and he is reluctant to copy the tattoo onto the clone, but that the previous tattoo pigments are too special and cannot be copied 100%. Whether to use other pigments instead, it’s time to decide after Hong Tao wakes up.

"Where is my original body?" The mechanical monster was paced back and forth outside the survival pole. From the continuous opening and closing of her five mechanical fingers, she could feel an anxiety.

Some people care about their life and death, which is a very happy feeling. Unfortunately, Hong Tao does not have the talent for sensation and is particularly unaccustomed to exposing his emotions. Whenever he encounters such a situation, he will talk about him.

This time he was looking for a very interesting topic. When he saw Claire replacing the clone, he never thought about asking how to deal with the replaced body. Now it is his turn and he immediately remembered this question.

"Do you really think you are so unique? Of course, you were sent to the treatment factory to remove eight pieces, crush your bones and ashes!" After following others for a long time, he did not receive corresponding feedback, which made Claire a little angry and his tone was very unfriendly.

"You are still reliable. If you expect Sanger, I have to go out naked!" Not liing to show emotions does not mean that you will not coax people. Even if the other party is an enemy, Hong Tao can flatter you so hard.

"This is... I'm so masturbating... my skin!" Wearing the skin coat brought by Claire, Hong Tao found that there were still several layers of fabric underneath. As soon as he started, he immediately felt that it was not fabric or high-tech material, but some kind of animal leather. The tanning process was very good, delicate and soft.

I originally thought it was a gift from Claire to him, but when I opened the leather, Hong Tao was not calm. The pattern on it looked familiar, and a mouse head was winking, but the color was different from before, and it looked a little dim.

"I think you should be willing to keep it..." Claire was very satisfied with Hong Tao's expression and added another sentence.

"... Let's do it, I'll stick it in our escape capsule tomorrow to ward off evil spirits and ghosts!" Holding the skin on his back in his hand, Hong Tao was not surprised at all, but he felt disgusted. But we can't blame Claire for this. Although she is a descendant of humans on Earth, she has had nothing to do with the earth's civilization, and she will not understand what it means to die without a complete corpse.

"It can also be replaced with a credit point. Someone will definitely like this ancient painting style, and maybe the price is very high." After hearing Hong Tao's arrangement, Claire felt that there was a better choice.

"Unless I'm about to starve to death, I won't sell my own skin..." No matter how easy it is, even if Hong Tao is open-minded, he can't continue to discuss this topic.

"I am really looking forward to the results of Sangel's research. Why do you have such strange ideas in your head? Are skin, bones, and muscles different? Or is it that exiles have special beliefs, why have I never heard of it?"

But Claire was still chattering, trying to correct some of Hong Tao's cognitive mistakes. This is something she often does, sometimes she has to say it more than a dozen times a day.

"... Can my bones and muscles be sold?" Hong Tao was a little confused. When he thought of the treatment factory Claire mentioned just now, he couldn't help but tremble. The treatment factory sounded like a crematorium, and was there another possibility?

A few minutes later, Hong Tao finally vomited, and Claire said he had vomited, but no one could see it. In order not to dirty the derivative solution while training in the escape capsule, he was tortured by mechanical monsters, he developed a unique skill called symbolic vomiting.

It's quite nauseating. It's really vomiting. That thing is controlled by the autonomic nerves, which is considered an instinctive stress response. No matter how the brain orders it, it can't control it. But the throat can be controlled and it's okay to prevent vomiting from being vomited out.

The treatment factory is indeed not a crematorium. Except for the general direction of dealing with dead people, most of the functions are different. It sounds a bit terrible to deal with dead people, but the New Edens have made progress, and has no longer regarded death as the end of life, nor has it given it too much spiritual sustenance.

Or the New Edens degenerated, degenerating to the same as wild beasts, losing too much artificial respect for death. Not only did they disrespect, they also included corpses in the category of material recycling and waste reuse.

To put it bluntly, the New Edens no longer set up special rituals for the dead since a long time ago. Instead, like all living things and plants, they were thrown into treatment plants and decomposed into basic raw materials through various scientific means to produce various essential products of life, such as nutrient solution, nerve enhancers, and clones.

"There is a saying in ancient language that phoenix nirvana, which means to destroy first and then rebirth, so that life can be further sublimated..." No matter how disgusting Hong Tao is, he must admit that this method cannot be called regression.

When humans can no longer find a mother planet that is completely suitable for their own reproduction and reproduction like the earth, they can only abandon some customs and put how to survive first. As the saying goes, one place of water and soil nurtures the other people. The earth nurtures nurture the earth, and the vast galaxy nurture the new Edens. They cannot generally assert who progresses and who regresses.

From reality, I cannot completely avoid using these raw materials extracted from the corpse, unless I can really give up my body for spiritual purity. So I not only have to accept it, but also have to find a reason to accept it. In this regard, Hong Tao is also an expert, just finding reasons to forgive himself, too many of them!

"Is this really the word?" Claire naturally couldn't understand Hong Tao's mood, but he felt very novel about his statement.

"..." Because there was still vomit in his throat, Hong Tao didn't want to open his mouth and pointed to his head.

"Let's go, go to the V-2 space station immediately and move all the data and equipment there to Sanger's space laboratory!" Once Claire's enthusiasm for research was aroused, no one could stop her unless she could be beaten to death, including Hong Tao.

Even though he is a cloning pilot now, the standard clone of this integrated unit is really not as good as Claire's high-end custom products. The robot grabbed the neck and the little chicken was still a little chicken, no difference from before.

"Did the Elder admit the research results of that piece of ruins?" In order to make a difference, Hong Tao also wanted to customize several clones with awesomeness. Not only should there be a robot, but it is best to even the one below is mechanical, with scrubs and barbs, which can rotate and impact...

But that thing requires money, a lot of money. And it is not a one-time expense. In theory, it should be forever, so money has once again become the first focus.

"It won't be so fast. The data and materials we provide must be repeatedly approved and questioned. But it is not unhelpful. As long as we pass, we will have a better laboratory, provided by the Presbyterian Church, which is better than before!"

Compared to the various things, this is the topic that makes Claire sincerely happy. Although she was quite modest and seemed to be unpredictable, both her tone and expression were conveying another message, not far from success!

"Oh, that's good..." Hong Tao's answer was exactly the same, a little quarrel.
Chapter completed!