Rust - Chapter 326



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RUST -326

Geese Raiser smiled at the doctor, who was holding back tears of gratitude.

“Now that we’ve decided to become a family, I’ll show you Riser’s laboratory.”

“Oh, that’s what you mean? I’m really looking forward to it.”

The doctor’s face brightened as if he had been crying for a while. Geese Riser nodded to the female secretary next to him. The female secretary immediately led the doctor away.

“You can come this way.”

“Ah. Yes.”

“Please take your time looking around, and if you need anything for your research, please ask the secretary.”

“thank you.”

As the doctor and the secretary left, Geese Riser nervously sipped the red shake. His burning thirst gradually subsided.

“As expected, he’s a strange guy. Programming human consciousness.”

“It’s fortunate that we quickly realized that it was difficult to do this with cultured meat.”

After discovering that he had contracted cannibalism, Geese Riser tried various methods. One method was to use cultured meat.

It wasn’t impossible to create cultured meat using stem cells. The experiment ended in a miserable failure. Eating cultured meat was not enough to eliminate cannibalistic desires.

A hypothesis has been put forward that controlling cannibalistic desires may require not just meat, but a combination of blood, lymph, and various hormones.

After that, Riser Pharmaceuticals began researching humans for slaughter. However, the research was hit hard from the start.

Are humans really such a poorly cost-effective species? Even if growth hormones were used, the cost and resources required to raise them to a slaughter-able size were greater than expected.

This was especially true when compared to chicken.

In North and South America, broiler chickens are raised for 60 to 90 days, or even up to 120 days, but in Korea, chickens are slaughtered after being raised for about 30 days.

Korean-style chicken was a cult favorite even though it was slaughtered so quickly. That means that chickens are edible even after being raised for only about 30 days.

But it wasn’t human. 30 days? Even if I hit it with growth hormones, I couldn’t get an estimate. How much longer do I have to grow it? 60 days? 90 days? 120 days?

Now, 30 days after starting to manage the first test subject, there was no answer. The prediction was that it would take at least several years.

But what if there’s no point in feeding them all sorts of drugs? The reason we raise humans is to suppress their cannibalistic desires, so what if we just increase their size and it doesn’t work like processed meat?

It was difficult because it all ended up being sunk costs. Considering the management costs that would have to be raised over several years, as well as the risks…

The problem was that it was difficult to guarantee that slaughtering humans raised at such a cost would completely quench their thirst for cannibalism.

The results of a supercomputer simulation using artificial intelligence show that this is the case even though their nutritional composition and DNA are no different from those of ordinary humans.

I couldn’t figure out why. The logic and everything else was a mess, so I had to do whatever came to mind.

Ironically, what provided a little help to such riser restrictions was the human experiment data from the former Japanese Empire.

Materials on the decomposition, re-attachment, and transplantation of the human body, and even occult research such as the practical efficacy of curses.

There was a lot of trash, but since it was an experiment that used almost everything that could be done with humans as material, it became an opportunity to change our thinking.

Because humans were slaughtered like animals, paradoxically, it was an experimental data that allowed us to ask different questions about humans.

The Japanese Empire’s experimental data alone was enough to enable a quick end to stem cell-based processed meat research.

In addition, Japanese occult research materials played the same role. Although the content was unscientific and difficult to understand, it actually served as a hint to understand the current situation.

‘Reflections on Metaphysical Being.’

Simply put, if humans are beings created in the image of a transcendent being, then by dissecting and studying humans, we may be able to find fragments of God, and by collecting those fragments, we may be able to reach a metaphysical being called a transcendent being.

‘Still metaphysics…?’

The expression on Geese Raiser’s face, who had been lost in thought for a moment, hardened.

“Where should we put Dr. Jack Nees’s lab? Assign it to a general lab…”

“for a moment.”

Chairman Geese Riser was also a person who had heard a lot of talk about being a genius and a talented person, so his brain inevitably dug up stories from long ago.

‘Jack Neese, computer scientist, programmer, and supercomputer expert.’

That’s why I met the doctor. He was the person Riser Pharmaceuticals needed.

The pieces of the puzzle began to come together.

‘Metaphysical biology.’

‘Metaphysical physics.’

‘Success in developing a supercomputer for metaphysical physics research?’

Geese Raiser, who had been muttering to himself, pressed the intercom button.

“Find all the information related to Dr. Jack Neese. What supercomputer did he use, and where is it?”

Before the mild excitement had even died down, an emergency report came in.

[Mother Henna contacted us on the emergency line.]

A woman who is the deputy mayor of New York. She tried to control herself as Mother, the command entity of Henna Spring, but soon became a command entity herself, and was able to break free of the woman’s control.

They were not on good terms because he had vivid memories of his mother controlling him and treating him like a servant.

‘There’s a good chance she infected me.’

Because the commanding officer at the top of the infection pyramid usually had control. They would have wanted to bring under their feet the political power of the Deputy Mayor of New York, and even Riser Pharmaceuticals, which produces cannibalism inhibitors.

‘That bitch said it’s an emergency?’

When the initial cure for the misdiagnosis was available, there was no problem. Later, when the cannibalism became difficult to control, the smart and power-hungry tried to exploit the cracks in society.

The calculation is that if they continue to increase their numbers under the pretext of increasing disease resistance, strengthening physical abilities, and above all, having a treatment inhibitor, they will eventually be able to seize power.

Blacks were 10% of the population and were powerful. Hispanics were 15-17% of the population and created Spanish-speaking areas. Likewise, if you increase the number of cannibals to that extent? The idea that you can become the representative of cannibals and have power.

However, once the chain of command characteristic was discovered, they began to refrain from indiscriminate infection. This was because there were cases where lower-level entities mutated into command entities for unknown reasons.

The first thing I noticed was that they were criminal organizations like gangs, cartels, and mafia. The boss was the commanding entity, and he tried to secure strong control and expand his power by increasing the number without limit, but when some of his subordinates became commanding entities, a civil war broke out.

It was only a matter of time before the idea spread that we should not increase the number of people indiscriminately. This was also the case in the political world, where there was tacit agreement to infect only as many people as were really necessary to control the situation.

‘You held a selection party and then an emergency line?’

The sharp mind of the Geese Riser analyzed the situation. The close-range guards of Henna Spring were also quite good. They sent PMCs, so there was no way there would be a problem in terms of force. But still, if it was an emergency line.

‘Is this all-out war?’

The Department of Homeland Security came to New York in one piece, and I didn’t expect them to move that quickly. So they threw a screening party to try to build up their power, but did they get hit?

[The emergency line is repeating. This is a distress signal.]

Geese Riser leaned back on the sofa in a comfortable position. He crossed his legs slightly and smirked.

“It’s a distress signal. Is this going to be an all-out war?”

“It seems so, seeing you coming out so urgently.”

‘Director Dan Brown of the Department of Homeland Security. What a shame. What a shame. Really.’

There were already several conflicts of opinion, so I was watching closely. So I sent the person with the best psychic abilities to brainwash them. But it failed.

“I never expected that Derek Foster would go missing.”

Unfortunately, there is a new way. With cannibalism, vertical control is possible.

“Should we stop worrying and talk?”

“I will connect you.”

As soon as the emergency line was opened, a loud voice poured out from the speakerphone.

[Giss. Chairman Giss Riser. Didn’t we make a pact?]

“So that’s why you got the call?”

[You···. Okay. It’s a serious situation right now.]

“Is this the Department of Homeland Security?”

[···Did you hide the raid information!]

“Oh. Don’t get excited. I was just saying that because I thought it would be the Department of Homeland Security that would trouble Mother Hannah.”

Henna Spring swallowed her rough breathing as if she was crying, and took a deep breath.

[Homeland Security agents have surrounded the party venue, with heavily armed NYPD officers and SWAT teams assisting.]

“If you use the rope at the police station, it will be easy to make a hole in the siege.”

Mother couldn’t stand the boring remarks of the Kiss Riser.

[If that were the case, I wouldn’t have contacted you! The line at the police department and the military outside of New York have both been cut off at the same time. Don’t you know what this means now!]

“······.”

This was unexpected. It was a story that might not end with one noisy year.

[Do you know what would happen if I got caught or died here? Do you think you would be okay with it?]

“If it’s the mercenaries sent from this side, it wouldn’t be impossible for them to break through the siege.”

[I’m saying this because it’s impossible with those crippled things right now.]

Is this bitch crazy? Geese Riser’s eyes sank. I just wanted to let her die, but if this bitch were to be captured alive and start swearing, that would be tiring. If she were to die and the control line were to break, it would be a headache.

[Send the elite. The best. All of them. To stop it… No, to catch it, we need all of them.]

Hoo- Geese noticed the change in Mother’s voice. It was going from a sense of desperation to stop, to greed to catch. It was a sign that the attacker was a great guy.

What was the Department of Homeland Security hiding? Enhanced humans? Super-soldiers? What did these guys hide and then unearth? It couldn’t be Vladimir Kalin, since he was stuck in Detroit.

“15 minutes. No, we’ll send a support team within 10 minutes.”

[Okay. The stake is 7:3. This side is 7.]

“Mother Henna. Let’s not put our lives on the line. We agreed to be nice to each other.”

[···Let’s make it 5:5.]

“I’ll send it now, so just buy some time. The mercenaries also have physical enhancement abilities, so if you make up your mind and buy some time, you’ll be able to stop them.”

bang!

The faint sound of a grenade exploding could be heard over the speakerphone in the distance.

[Here it is. Get ready. Get your mind right. Don’t flinch!]

I could hear Henna Spring urging her elite men and Familiars and planning a strategy. And then I heard a strange sound.

A ripping sound?

A slicing sound?

What the hell is this?

Even though it was a sound coming from a speakerphone, the eerie feeling was clearly conveyed.

“Mr. Chairman. This is.”

“Shhh- quiet.”

Mother’s plan. It seemed like the guy was caught in a hidden trap.

[Catch him!]

[Stop it!]

The elite’s cries. And then the terrible sound of cutting.

Big, big, big –

“What the Hell···.”

“this.”

I could tell just by the sound. It was the sound of death. The certain fear of death was there.

[Okay. Sleep···.]

Kwajik- Buga Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga-

Before the sound could even end, it was the Gist Riser who had disconnected.

Before becoming the chairman, he was a researcher. The commanding entity, the central figure of Familia, was not weak. Even the elites had physical abilities and durability that were three times greater than those of ordinary people.

But you couldn’t even last a minute?

Plasma cutter?

Then there would be no such thing.

Super vibrating cutter?

It may be possible, but it is impossible to cut bones with properties comparable to carbon composites in an instant.

‘What the hell? What have those Homeland Security guys been hiding?’

The secretary spoke to the thoughtful Kiss Riser.

[The requested data has arrived. It is about Dr. Jack Neese’s activities, supercomputers, and the artificial intelligence he used as a research assistant. Should I upload it now?]

“Put it up.”

Data floating on the tablet screen.

Transferred from a research institute under the Department of Homeland Security. Strongly opposed to disposal due to malfunction of supercomputer used for metaphysical physics research.

‘Anomalies discovered in the computational process of AI Tria. Controversy over the possibility of self-expression?’

When Dan Brown was a manager, could he have used his political power to install a supercomputer in Detroit’s Bradley Tower to avoid decommissioning?

So what about the doctor? The doctor left his research crystal, Tria, in Detroit and was with the Department of Homeland Security? No way. What about that?

Geese Riser immediately called his secretary who was heading out to the lab to guide him.

“Connect me to the doctor right now.”

[yes.]

[Changed the number. This is Jack Nice.]

“Doctor. Where have you come from? No, where have you been?”

[Yes? I’m from the Department of Homeland Security.]

“What did Tria do?”

What are you talking about? There’s no way you’d be walking alone.

[Ah- Don’t worry about Tria. She’s in a safe place. She said she’d take it back if I got research support.]

“No way. You mean the Detroit Vlad Tower? Did you come from there?”

[yes.]

“You’re going to get that supercomputer over there? How do you mean?”

Flights are down due to bird strikes, roads are a mess, and mercenaries moving along waterways are also disappearing in droves. What about those heavy supercomputers?

[There is a large airship. It is a support airship for Antarctic exploration. It is amazing. I rode it when I came to New York.]

“······.”

what?

!!!

The sound of a mother being cut.

The protagonist of that bizarre cutting sound.

Vladimir Kalin. That was in New York.