Chapter 34 Chapter Thirty-Two

The National Zoo monkey that broke my heart, Sattenson, was a curmudgeon, and after being freed from the slavery of the slugs, it was almost impossible to tame him.Dad volunteered to act as an experiment for the Ness-Hazelhurst theory of viral media, but I was firmly opposed to it, and in the end Satan drew the lottery. Dad is very stubborn.He had the foolish notion that at least once it was his turn to be possessed.I pissed him off by telling him there was no time for his reprehensible vanity.But I still stand by my opinion. The reason why I stopped him was neither out of filial piety nor under the influence of neo-Freudian ideas.I fear he's going to be some sort of daddy-slug thingy.I don't want him to be "them," even in temporary experimental conditions.I don't want his witty and cunning mind to be the slug's brain.I don't know how he will escape, or what he will do to spoil our plans, but I'm sure that if he is possessed, he will do such terrible things.

People who have never experienced being possessed by slugs, even if they have witnessed this scene, cannot really understand one thing: the host has completely turned against us, and all the abilities on him are still intact.We couldn't take the risk of pushing Dad to the enemy's side, and it took me a lot of pressure to dismiss his opinion. We use great apes as subjects.Not only do we have monkeys from the National Zoo, but we also have apes from several zoos and circuses.Satan was picked to take on this task.I didn't pick it. If it were me, I would let this poor beast go.Looking at the silently suffering expression on its face, one can almost forget that it has a slug attached to its back and that it is our enemy.

Satan had been injected with the nine-day fever virus on Wednesday the thirteenth, and by Friday the virus had taken effect, and another monkey and slug was brought into its cage.The two slugs immediately entered into a direct conversation, after which the second monkey was taken away. Sunday the seventeenth.The master of satan withered into a ball, fell and died.Immediately gave Satan an injection of anti-drug cable.Later Monday, another slug died, and the host was also injected. By Wednesday, Satin had recovered, albeit thinner.The second monkey, Lord Fauntleroy, is also recovering.I gave Satan a banana to celebrate, but it scratched the knuckle of my left index finger all at once, and I was too busy to even have time for surgery.This is by no means an accident, this monkey is just as bad as it gets.

This minor injury does not spoil my mood in the slightest.After the wound was bandaged, I went to Mary to brag to her, but I couldn't find her, so I stayed in the base cafeteria, looking for someone to drink. The place was deserted, and everyone except me was in the lab, working harder than ever, fighting to launch the Fever Project and the Extrication Project. Under the order of the President, all preparations are being carried out in the laboratory in an orderly manner.About two hundred monkeys used to spread the virus are on standby here, bacterial culture medium and antitoxin are also "deployed" here, and the horses needed for immune serum are also kept in the former underground squash court.

Of course, the more than one million airdrop personnel required by the "Extrication Plan" cannot be here.They are still in the dark about the plan at the moment and will not be notified until a few hours before the airdrop.Everyone will be given a pistol and two antitoxin syringes with belts.Those who have never jumped before will not have the opportunity to practice, and if necessary, a sergeant will give them a hard kick and kick them off the plane.All preparations must be kept strictly confidential, lest the Titans discover our plans through traitors.Too many well-thought-out plans have failed because some fool told his wife.

Once the news gets out, not only will we monkeys used to spread the disease not be able to enter into direct talks, but we will be shot dead on the spot as soon as we appear in the Titans' territory.After a glass of wine though, I relax.I am very content to think that there is reason to believe that the secret will not be revealed.People who come and go to and from the laboratory "can only go in and out", and this situation will continue until after the airdrop day.Besides, Colonel Kelly is reviewing and monitoring all contacts with the outside world.Kelly is no fool. The chances of leakage outside the laboratory are even slimmer.The General, Dad, Colonel Gibbsey and I had been to the White House a week earlier and met the President and Air Admiral Rexton.I've convinced Dad that the best way to keep a secret is to tell it to no one.He staged a tantrum at the White House and got us the secrecy decisions we needed.In the end, not even Secretary of State Martínez knew about the operation.For the next week, unless the President and Rexton gossip in their sleep, I don't see what we're going to miss.

A week is a bit too long, because the power of the red zone is still expanding.Their counterattack against Pass-Christian did not stop there.The Slugs are still advancing, now past Pensacola, occupying Gulf Beach, and there are signs of reinforcements.The slugs might get tired of our resistance, and they might decide to drop an atomic bomb, blowing up human resources that could be exploited.In this way, we are passive, and the radar can only monitor, but cannot stop the enemy's resolute attack. But I don't want to worry about it anymore, just another week-- Colonel Kelly entered the dining room, looked around, saw that it was empty, and came and sat beside me.I suggested, "How about a drink? I want to celebrate."

He looked down at the protruding and furry general's belly below, and said, "I think my figure won't be much worse if I drink one more drink." "Then two cups, maybe four cups, as soon as you make up your mind. Drink it to your heart's content." He nodded and said, "Yeah, I heard that, it sounds good." "'Excellent', you say that! Colonel, we are only one step away from victory, and we will be victorious in a week's time." "yes?" "Oops, please, don't do this!" His attitude made me angry. "Soon you will be able to wear your clothes again and live a normal life. You don't believe our plan will work?"

"Of course, I do." "Then why are you so pessimistic?" He didn't answer directly, but said: "Mr. Nivens, do you think a man like me likes to walk around naked with a beer belly like a cauldron?" "I don't see it that way. As for me, I'm starting to like it. Maybe one day I won't be able to go without clothes like this, but I'd rather not. It saves time and is comfortable to be naked." "Don't worry, never going back to clothes again." "What? I don't understand you. Just now you said our plan would work. Now you're saying that the nudity plan is going to go on forever."

"It's going to be there in a workaround." I said, "What did you say? I'm a little slow today." He ordered another glass of beer and said: "Mr. Nivens, I never thought that the military base would become a large-scale nudist camp. Now that this scene has become a reality, I dare not imagine that we can go back to the past, because this Impossible. Pandora's box can only be opened once, and the disaster that escapes from it cannot be taken back." "I admit it," I replied, "that the world will never go back to the way it was. But you're exaggerating a bit too. Once the president repeals the nudity program, the suspended traditional norms will kick in again. By then, don't wear The man in the trousers will be arrested."

"I don't want that." "What? What the hell are you thinking?" "I've already figured it out. Mr. Nivens, as long as there is still a chance that there is a living slug by the puppet master (US) Heinlein, translated by Chen Jue-295.JPG.TXT, then the civilized people will You have to be naked as required, or you risk being shot. Not just this week, next week, but twenty or a hundred years from now. No. Don't interrupt me!" Seeing that I wanted to interject, he said, "I don't mean to belittle your excellent proposals, but I'm sorry to say that you were too busy designing the details to ignore the limitations and timeliness of these plans. For example, you have No plan to search the Amazon jungle tree by tree?" He said apologetically: "What I said just now was a bit exaggerated. There are nearly 60 million square miles of dry land on the earth. It is impossible for us to search thoroughly to get rid of slugs. Hey! How long have we been studying rats? Nothing has been achieved so far Great progress. Titans are far more cunning than mice, and much more fertile." "Are you trying to say there's nothing left to hope for?" I asked him to answer. "No hope, not at all. Another drink. What I'm trying to say is that we have to learn to live with this horror, just as we had to learn to live with the atomic bomb." I walked away dejected, my ego and arrogance gone.I want to find Mary.It dawned on me that sometimes "genius" is not a big deal.