Chapter 68 Chapter 68 Guess

The guy who designed the protective suit didn't think about the comfort of wearing it at all, right?Margaret Montoya sits in the back of the #2 gray pickup next to Amos and Clarence Otto.Both of them were also wearing heavy protective clothing.All they have to do is put on the helmet, pressurize it, and get ready to fight any bacteria, virus, or whatever airborne poison that spews out of Perry Darcy. But Margaret knew that it was neither a bacterium nor a virus.All in all, it's very different.It's a... new creature.She still couldn't see what was wrong, and it was almost driving her crazy.

"Then it didn't come naturally?" said Margaret. "We must have seen it somewhere." Amos sighed and rubbed his eyes, "Margaret, we've talked about this a few times." He sounded annoyed, but she couldn't blame him—she'd been babbling on for hours, scientifically curious or not.The answer was there, and she wanted so badly to find it, to say it out loud. "We don't know if it's been discovered before," Amos said. "Just because it's undocumented doesn't mean it's unknown to everyone in every corner of the world."

"What you're saying makes sense when it comes to common germs that make people sick. There are similarities between one disease and another. But this time it's different. These are the ones that grow under human skin. Triangles! They are so different! A myth, a legend, a marvelous creature." "Obviously you still don't think it's natural," Amos said. "Do you agree or disagree with Murray? Think it's a weapon?" "I don't know if it's a weapon. But it didn't happen naturally, someone invented the creature." "Beyond any existing biotechnology by decades." Amos said patiently, "This is not some shoddy virus, this is creating a new species, our current technology and the level of genetic engineering on which this species is based Compared to a completely uncultivated field. The system of this species fits flawlessly with the human system, exactly. It may take many years of experimental research."

"But what if it wasn't originally designed to build these bodily systems? For example, to build nerves and veins?" "Of course that's included, they build these systems, don't they?" Margaret felt a little excited, suddenly thoughtful.There are some problems here, some problems that she can't see clearly. "Yes, it built nerves and siphons, but we don't know if its inventors designed this in advance." "I do not understand what you are saying." "Template," said Margaret, "what if the earliest spores or 'trackers' or something, were designed to read the genetic template, as if the human DNA itself contained the instructions?"

Amos had two very strange looks on his face - one said "I didn't think of that" and the other said "Are you crazy". "Go on," Amos said. "What if these creatures can read a biological body, find out how to enter the body, and absorb nutrients to maintain their own growth?" "Then it doesn't have to parasitize humans. Why haven't we found them in animals?" "We don't know if it infects the animals as well," Margaret said, "but maybe there's more to it, maybe there's more to it than pure biology. Maybe what the neoplasm needs is...intelligence."

"What are you talking about? It's just the ramblings of a crazy woman like you. Who would make such a thing?" The tangled bits and pieces of Margaret's mind began to take shape. "It's not an organism. I think it's a machine." "Give me your office when you're in the psychiatric hospital." "I'm serious, Amos. Imagine if this was a very long trip, so long that no organism would make it out alive..." "You mean a trip farther than flying to Hawaii with my mother-in-law?" "Yes, much farther than that." Clarence Otto leaned forward.He sat and listened to all their conversations, his usual composure, but there was a twinkle of excitement in his eyes.

"You mean space travel?" Margaret shrugged, "Maybe. Maybe you can't send a living creature into space so that it can go from point A to point B alive, but you can send a machine, a lifeless one that doesn't consume resources and A machine that does not involve any process of biological evolution and has no notion of time. It is dead." "Until the machine starts," Amos said, "or hatches, or something." "The perfect infantry," said Otto, "soldiers that don't need to be fed or trained. You just mass produce them and ship them away. Once they land, they start building themselves, collecting intelligent information."

Amos and Margaret stare at Otto. "Oh, smart guy! Now that you have a weapon in your hand," Amos said, "what are you going to do with them? You send these infantry across the universe, passing by one of Mercury's moons, stopping to drink A cup of tea, sure. But why are you doing that?" "Two reasons," Otto said. "The first is reconnaissance, gathering intelligence from the environment, humans, and enemies." "Oh, that's not true," said Amos. "In Margaret's fantasy world, the reason these things come to Earth is because the intelligent alien animal 'Alf' won't survive this time on its own." Space travelling."

"Collection of intelligence information is the first reason," Otto said. "The second reason is to build a landing post. Set up a headquarters so that an area can be opened up to receive reinforcements." The air in the car instantly condensed, and death-like fears roamed around.At last Amos spoke, but a flicker of fear was very evident in his mocking tone. "Otto, if you don't mind, I still prefer the silent CIA agent," he said. "Scientific discussions are our business. Why don't you keep your mouth shut?" Otto nodded, then leaned back in the seat.

They are all waiting quietly.