Humanity is missing, luckily I have billions of clones-Chapter 352: Script

Time continued to flow slowly. In the few residential spaceships, the condition of the people was gradually improving, and their interactions with the special clones were deepening. Some young men and women of appropriate age even began to develop feelings and fall in love.

Of course, for the special clones, all their reactions were merely scripts generated by Primal based on their character settings and chaotic calculations. Tom was only responsible for controlling the clones and "performing" according to the script.

It was just that no one could tell.

Tom did not interfere with the emotional exchanges between the special clones and his Human compatriots, letting everything take its natural course.

How does that saying go? If a bad person can pretend to be a good person for an entire lifetime, acting like a good person without revealing any flaws, then he is a good person.

Anyway, under his control and Primal’s script generation, these clones would also pretend to be normal people for an entire lifetime, never revealing any flaws. So, to anyone, they were normal people.

Watching his Human compatriots gradually let down their guard and slowly begin to resemble a normal Human society, Tom was filled with relief.

One day, a Human male who had fallen in love with a clone came to see his girlfriend again.

"Dandan, let’s go play in the forest today. I heard the scenery there is beautiful, and we can also hunt."

"Okay, wherever we go is fun, as long as I’m with you."

The female clone named "Dandan" joyfully agreed to her boyfriend’s request, according to the script generated by Primal.

The two took a hovercar out of the city and arrived at the city’s edge. After putting on various equipment, they held hands and entered the forest.

Along the way, laughter and joy never ceased.

It wasn’t until dusk that the two busily set up a tent, lit a fire, and sat around the bonfire, roasting meat while embracing and gazing up at the starry sky.

In the romantic atmosphere, the two hugged tightly and kissed. It wasn’t until a burning smell came from the bonfire that they frantically separated and rushed to rescue the burnt meat.

After sharing their respective portions, they burst into laughter, looking at the char on each other’s mouths, hands, and faces.

Afterward, the two sat embracing again, enjoying the quiet atmosphere after dinner.

"Dandan, I’m so happy."

"I’m happy too."

"When I was with the aliens before, I often wondered, is this how I’m going to spend my entire life? I wasn’t reconciled. I wanted to find someone I loved and who loved me, to live happily. I kept enduring, kept persevering, and finally, finally I met you..."

The woman called Dandan’s eyes were full of deep affection and love: "Now that we’ve returned to our Human world, you will never suffer again."

As if having made a certain decision, the man looked at her solemnly: "Dandan, do you want to be with me forever?"

"I do."

"Then... how about we merge into one?"

"Okay."

The two embraced tightly again. Behind Dandan, where she couldn’t see, the man slowly opened his mouth, slowly bit Dandan’s neck, and then bit down hard.

"Ah!"

Dandan cried out in pain and began to struggle, urgently asking, "What are you doing?"

The man held Dandan tightly, preventing her from breaking free: "Trust me, Dandan, you must trust me. This way, we can merge into one..."

Primal generated the subsequent script in real-time.

Based on Dandan’s character setting, although she was now dizzy with love, in great pain, and frightened, unable to understand what her boyfriend was doing or why he was biting her neck, she would still choose to trust the boyfriend she deeply loved.

She stopped struggling and silently endured the pain.

Blood gushed out, and the man sucked hard. After drawing out some blood, he forcefully "squeezed" it back, seemingly using this method to truly "merge into one."

A dizzying sensation came from the clone named Dandan, growing heavier and heavier. But after reaching a certain peak, she gradually began to clear her head.

The pain in her neck began to subside.

Primal was still generating the script in real-time, and Tom was still controlling Dandan to perform according to the script.

"What did you do? What’s going on?"

The man looked at her affectionately: "Feel it carefully."

"Oh, this..."

Dandan felt that something had been added to her body.

The next moment, this feeling, following the connection between Tom and the clone, instantly transmitted into Tom’s mind.

Tom was startled, and the clone where his main consciousness resided instantly stood up, his face full of solemnity.

He inexplicably felt that this special clone, which originally had no consciousness of its own and was merely performing under his control according to the script generated by Primal, seemed to have developed a bit of its own consciousness!

And this situation had occurred before.

Demonic Eye!

"Damn it!"

A surging wave of shock instantly rose in Tom’s heart.

While controlling Dandan to continue performing according to the script, Tom began to make arrangements in another residential Flying Star.

A total of ten thousand clones entered this residential Flying Star. Then, this Flying Star was controlled to gradually move away from the main fleet until the distance expanded to one hundred million kilometers, and thousands of warships were deployed around it, ensuring that this residential Flying Star could be instantly blasted into interstellar dust. Only then did Tom begin the next step.

Dozens of large telescopes slowly rotated, simultaneously aiming in a direction that Tom had previously considered taboo.

The Demonic Eye Solar System.

At this moment, his technological strength had reached the peak of Strong Nuclear Civilization, and his observation capabilities were immeasurably stronger than when he was still in the Electroweak stage. After simple data processing, a grander, more exquisite, and more realistic image of the Demonic Eye Solar System was generated.

It was displayed on a giant screen, 150 meters long and 85 meters wide, in front of the ten thousand clones.

The next moment, a desire to look at the Demonic Eye Solar System image for a little longer, not controlled by Tom, simultaneously arose in the minds of these more than ten thousand clones.

Tom let them be.

As a result, the consciousness in their minds, not belonging to Tom, grew stronger and stronger, and the connection with Tom became weaker and weaker, until it completely broke off several days later.

These ten thousand clones had been actively converted into Demonic Eyes by Tom.

The next moment, an army of hundreds of thousands of robots entered, and despite the clones’ cries, pleas, and struggles, forcibly took them to the biological laboratory for various examinations and experiments.

Using these Demonic Eyes as consumables, Tom quickly developed equipment that could detect whether someone was infected by Demonic Eyes or converted into a Demonic Eye by measuring a special biomarker in the blood.

For a Strong Nuclear Civilization, manufacturing such detection equipment was not difficult.

There were no technical obstacles. The only obstacle was whether Tom had thought of this aspect.

Now, Tom had thought of it.

Thus, Tom immediately took out the biological traces left by the more than two million Human Civilization compatriots during various medical examinations.

When he placed the first biological sample on the detection platform, Tom took a deep breath, his hands even trembling slightly.

But he finally did not let emotions interfere and began the detection without any delay.

When the results of the first biological sample appeared, Tom felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow, his heart uncontrollably twisting in pain, and even breathing seemed difficult.

The detection result clearly showed that the owner of this biological sample had been infected by Demonic Eyes.

And, it was a complete infection.

Even at this moment, Tom still held a glimmer of hope. He controlled thousands of devices, simultaneously taking thousands of biological samples, and began testing again.

One, two, three, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand...

Until all more than two million biological samples were examined.

All... infected.

The time they had been infected was not long, only a few hundred years. Calculated, it was approximately...

When, under the pressure of the Cloud Civilization, the Purple Moon Civilization was forced to reach an agreement with his side to hand over human captives.

Looking at these inspection results, Tom’s heart felt as if it was being stirred by thousands of small knives simultaneously.

Recalling the scene before taking back these Human Civilization compatriots, when he meticulously arranged the residential Flying Star, and recalling how he had carefully cared for the suffering Human Civilization compatriots during this period, Tom’s heart ached so much he could barely breathe.

In his mind, it was as if something had shattered.

Tom felt empty, feeling that his spirit seemed to have lost its anchor.

"Purple Moon Civilization, Purple Moon Civilization, I want you all to die, I want you all to die!"

Tom furiously pounded the steel table in front of him, the flesh on his fists already battered, revealing the white bones. He bit his lip tightly, breaking it and spilling streams of blood.

Because this body was where his main consciousness resided, all this pain was truly transmitted into Tom’s consciousness.

But he seemed to feel nothing at all.

In his mind, at this moment, there was only uncontrollable anger, pain, and sorrow, like a volcanic eruption.

Among the five residential Flying Stars, some were experiencing daytime. The streets were bustling with people, filled with laughter. In schools, children played happily, and in restaurants, diners clinked glasses.

Some were experiencing nighttime.

The starry sky was vast, and most people had already fallen asleep. Some energetic young people, either alone or in groups, were scattered among the natural scenery meticulously arranged by Tom for the people, enjoying the tranquility of the night.

Whenever Tom saw this scene in the past, a knowing smile would always appear at the corner of his mouth. But now, his heart was only filled with coldness.

They were not his compatriots.

They were all Demonic Eyes.

Tom knew that Demonic Eyes were good at disguise, extremely cunning. Moreover, their inner resolve was extremely tough, and it was impossible for them to truly surrender to other existences. Even if they endured the most painful torments, or even death, they would never reveal any information that might harm the Demonic Eye.

They simply did not care about their own lives.

Interrogating them, tormenting them, was meaningless.

Under Tom’s manipulation, the five residential Flying Stars, which he had painstakingly created, gradually left the main fleet and converged with the previous biological experiment Flying Star.

For a total of six large residential Flying Stars, Tom deployed a total of 20 large-yield hydrogen bombs around and in the center.

As long as he pressed the button in front of him, those 20 large-yield hydrogen bombs would detonate, completely destroying these six large residential Flying Stars, blasting them into the finest interstellar dust, and completely dissipating them in this universe.

The more than two million Demonic Eyes would also completely die.

At this moment, the hand, still bleeding and exposing bone, seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

Tom trembled, arduously lifting that hand, and slammed it down with all his might onto the button.

In the vast, deep space, a fireball as bright and dazzling as a star suddenly erupted, lasting for a few seconds before slowly disappearing.

There was no longer any macroscopic existence at the explosion point, only a mass of high-temperature plasma slowly diffusing, like a nebula.

The several residential Flying Stars that Tom had spent countless efforts to create, along with the dream in Tom’s heart, were buried together.

After switching his consciousness to another clone, Tom’s expression had returned to calm and firm, seemingly without any emotional fluctuations.

The massive fleet continued to accelerate, spending several years to return to the Southern Fish H11 System.

The billions of intelligent beings had been working here for over a decade, completing approximately ten percent of the various tasks he had assigned.

Now, with Tom’s addition, the progress of various tasks immediately accelerated, and everything was completed in just 20 years.

The battlefield had also been cleared. All valuable wreckage of Flying Stars, warships, and various facilities left by the Purple Moon Civilization were recovered and sent to various laboratories and research institutes for analysis.

The radius of that Flying Star also returned to its peak of 150 kilometers.

Without any hesitation, the entire massive fleet immediately began to accelerate, tracking the direction in which the Purple Moon Civilization fleet had previously departed.

"I told you, Purple Moon Civilization, I want all of you to! All! Die!"