Replacement chapter

It's going to be replaced after the early morning. Let's do a long-term situation and go to bed early~~

It won't be very abused!

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The air around me drilled into my limbs and bones with the sound of instruments operating in my ears.

I breathed air for the first time.

"Joe! Is Mark's brain disc ready?" Zel shouted.

Qiao nodded and kept saying yes.

"Wow!"

I felt a basin of water pouring on me, as if washing, I was not wearing clothes, like a newborn baby.

This makes me embarrassed.

"Joe! Get ready for the quantum brain box and start inputting!"

I heard the sound of buttons. In an instant, my blank brain seemed to be filled with things that did not belong to me, as if every neuron in my brain was yelling and roaring, making me almost faint.

Countless memory fragments squeezed into my narrow memory area, trying to erase my self-consciousness.

I don't know how many centuries I have passed, and the pain has stopped.

"What's your name?" Zel asked, he wanted to make sure that the replicant's self-awareness was erased.

Me: "Mark Lancelot."

"How old are you this year?"

"32 years old."

When Zell heard this, his face changed and he grabbed Joe: "You idiot! Mark has been dead for three years! He should be 35 years old this year! Didn't those three years of memory be programmed?! Where did you go? Did you eat it?"

Qiao was scared to death and exited the brain disc quickly, changed to another one and re-entered it into the quantum brain state of the copying person. Then he explained to Zell respectfully: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm wrong, that's right."

Zell ignored him and turned around and continued to ask, "How old are you this year?"

"35 years old."

I replied in a daze with my eyes closed, feeling that my mouth was not under control at all.

Zell nodded with satisfaction and asked another question that seemed extremely profound and pretentious to me: "What is the meaning of your existence?"

But I blurted out: "For Adeline, to let her meet her father before she has gene therapy."

"Who is Edelin?"

Zell stared at me, but I didn't know.

"my daughter."

two

When I woke up again, the glaring ceiling was so pale that it was reflected into my eyes. At the same time, in the upper right corner of the retina, a countdown was printed like an electronic display:

1823 days 16:56 seconds

55

54

53…

I know, this is my life span.

1823 days, that is, five years and 23 days.

I quickly closed my eyes, sadly, in the darkness, the countdown continued, it was like a demon tangling me, stying my breath, and eroding my only remaining life.

I was caught in an indescribable panic. I kept blinking my eyes, holding onto my eyes, and even trying to cut out my eyes like crazy...

But everything I did was useless, pale and ridiculous, it reminded me all the time--I am the copyist

"Are you better?" a clear female voice said with concern.

I suddenly stopped all my thoughts and opened my swollen eyes to look at the person coming.

This is a beautiful woman, but this face is so familiar to me.

Mark's memory tells me that this face is the face of his wife Shirley, but when Shirley gave birth to Edelin at the age of seven, she disappeared. When Edelin was ten, Mark saw this face again, but not one, but countless.

Mark only realized that Shirley sold her genes to the replicant center at a high price, and high-quality genes became the most popular replicant template on the market.

Since then, Mark has also seen this face at an up-and-coming banquet, and has seen this face in a slim and wine-filled neighborhood that is enchanting to entertain visitors, or as a private property in a private residence, or even some hidden websites clearly marked prices...

Mark began to look for Shirley crazy, but he never came back after he went there. The government issued a notice of Mark's death based on life information.

In this way, ten-year-old Adeline lost her father and was fostered at her grandfather's house.

three

I looked at the nurse dressed in front of me and said, "I feel good."

She nodded at me with a smile and told me that her copyist number was 2333 and she was a nurse at the copyist center.

She asked what my number was.

I said my name is Freden, which means freedom.

She looked at me strangely and asked me why I had a name.

I won't speak anymore.

I know she is a copycat without self-awareness, and I am different.

Next, I met my master, Mark's thirteen-year-old daughter Edelin.

She is an elf-like girl, and despite her cuteness, I still don't like her.

Her existence reminds me at all times that I am a copying person’s fact.

Edeline looked at me with a clear alienation.

"You are not my dad," she said.

"You are my master." I said.

She knew that I was a copycat, and because of her, I created me, and I was just a substitute for Edeline to miss her father.

Adeline and I went home. In the following days, Adeline and I lived a relatively peaceful life. Adeline was still very cold to me. Except for ordering me to do some housework when necessary, I did not make any excessive requests.

But my desire for freedom is like the fermenting red wine, becoming stronger and stronger.

"Adeline, hurry up. We have made an appointment with the doctor, it's going to be late."

I stood at her door and urged that today is another day of regular treatment.

No one responded in the door.

For the sake of Adeline's safety, I pushed the door open, but saw her just sitting in front of the mirror in a daze.

She didn't wear a wig.

Only then did I remember that the long-term chemotherapy caused her beautiful blonde hair to fall off from the threat of disease.

"Edrene?"

She didn't respond to me, but just picked up a golden pen on the table to draw her hair in the mirror. She drew it very carefully and finally drew a crooked pink hairpin.

I suddenly felt a little unwilling to urge her.

"Will you stay with me all the time?" she suddenly asked me.

I really want to say no, because I dream of staying away from her and chasing my own freedom and life.

"I don't know." I said.

She put on a wig and said calmly: "I know you are lying to me. My illness may not be cured, otherwise my grandfather would not have promised me to copy you."

I suddenly felt mixed feelings in my heart, and it was not a comfortable thing to say about life and death from a teenage child.

I don't know what disease she has, but it's very serious. Every night she will feel so painful that her whole body is trembling. Once she is critically ill, she has to go for gene therapy. Whether she can survive depends on whether the treatment can be successful.

Thinking of this, I carefully wore a wig for Adeline and smiled and said, "Better than what happened in the future, you need a more pink one now."

Edelin looked at herself in the mirror, her mouth slightly raised, as if she was smiling at me in the mirror.

five

Maybe it was out of guilt for Alice, or maybe it was known that she might not live long, or that there was a saying that she had fallen in love over time, I slowly began to accept her.

We cook together, and I took the spoon and she started to help. When she was happy, she would subconsciously call me dad and laugh at me more and more times.
Chapter completed!