The fairest thing Mother Nature gave to humans was death. It was only a matter of ti.
However, so people insisted on going against the laws of nature.
They wanted immortality. They wanted to stay young forever.
So even start leaning toward dark desires when money and a materialistic lifestyle weren’t able to provide them with a higher level of satisfaction or excitent.
Society developed at a gradual yet continuous pace. In just a couple of decades, money had beco just a number for many conglorates. They possessed the most extravagant lifestyle and comfortable living environnt in the globe. Life had beco mundane for them.
Hence, they needed excitent. They needed sothing to satisfy their desires.
Immortality and longevity had always been the highest pursuit since historical tis.
I sat on the bed and stared at the cara above .
The cara moved. A red light was flashing. That ant soone was watching .
If I had to guess, the president of Crowdstar Group probably paid a hefty sum to be able to watch every day.
I made a gesture of gratitude toward the cara.
Everything aside, this mysterious president was essentially my bank now. I could only stay in the organization without any fear for my safety if I made him like .
Since he had now adopted , the people in Geno Society would need their permission to touch . If so, at least my life wasn’t in danger.
The cara tilted up and down three tis, as if to tell ’You’re welco.’
For so reason, I got the feeling that he was trying to tell not to worry.
I was probably overthinking it.
The red light on the cara blinked continuously. I knew it ant that he was watching , but it felt sowhat... soothing, I wasn’t sure why, but it cald my nerves.
I was physically and ntally worn out from today.
I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted to get a good night’s sleep.
The buzz from the cara’s rotation echoed through the space. It seed to be comforting and lulling to sleep.
It was probably my self-defense instincts making think of nonsensical things. The president of Crowdstar Group was currently the head of Huma’s conglorates. How could he be a kind person?
The wealthy were prone to disguises. They’d offer you so kindness before heartlessly squeezing everything that you were worth out of you.
"Don’t worry, Sophia... Sleep, I’ll be here."
In a daze, Dexter’s voice rang out in my head.
Not to my surprise, I could only sleep comfortably while thinking about him.
After I fell asleep, the light from the cara was still blinking.
Even after I woke up, the light was still there.
I didn’t know how long I was asleep for. Since Alan had been killed, there was no one assigned to our laboratory.
It was a rare occasion for us to sleep in.
I looked at the cara above quizzically. Did the president of Crowdstar group not need to sleep? Had he been watching the entire night? What was so entertaining about watching sleep?
How strange...
The door to the pod opened, and an assistant dressed in protective clothing entered with a cart. On the cart, there was a large starfish pillow as well as fruits and snacks, all adorned with quarantine signs.
"These ca from your adopter, and they’re going to be sterilized," the assistant said in a deep voice as he swiftly inserted the items into my capsule through the disinfection port. It was a bit challenging to squeeze in the starfish pillow.
I was taken aback for a mont when I spotted the starfish. I then quickly embraced it in my arms. It was soft and carried the scent of sunshine.
There was a star symbol on the tag of the starfish. It was Dexter! I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitent. I turned to face the surveillance cara.
No wonder the president of Crowdstar Group suddenly selected as an experintal subject and paid a lump sum... As it turned out, Dexter and the president had co to a mutual agreent.
Perhaps he utilized the shares of the Black Group to secure the opportunity to et and negotiate with the president of Crowdstar Group. I felt a sense of joy for Dexter, and simultaneously, a wave of relief washed over . There was no doubt in my mind that Dexter would not disregard .
Holding the starfish in my arms, I sat on the ground and indulged in the fresh fruit. It was clear that the other experintal subjects had never experienced anything like this before, and they all watched with great anticipation.
I ate a sweet grape. Then, I looked up at the cara and thought for a while. I tapped my knees lightly. I asked the other person if he was Dexter.
Had Dexter t the president of Crowdstar Group yet?
The cara moved, shaking up and down as if nodding, I felt a surge of joy, although I had to restrain myself from revealing it. Hence, I humbly lowered my head and indulged in a grape.
It was truly Dexter! What Nancy said was undoubtedly a lie. Dexter would never sleep with anyone else...
Despite trying to reassure myself with this thought, I still felt unsettled. Genetic attraction could be a clash of primal desires that was hard to resist.
Next to my pod, there was a pregnant experintal subject appearing to be on the verge of giving birth.
She urgently knocked on the pod’s door. Her body was wracked with throbbing sensations and an inability to remain still.
There was a sudden gush of liquid between her legs. Her water had broken... She was about to give birth. I stood up and frantically pounded on the pod’s door. "Is anyone there? She’s giving birth!"
Damn it! She was on the brink of giving birth, yet there was no one to attend to her. The monitoring equipnt here was very complete, so it was impossible for them not to see it. Nevertheless, the personnel in this laboratory failed to regard the experintal subjects as human beings!
After all, these experintal subjects had not been registered and therefore seed to be without legal protection. Their existence was unknown, making them vulnerable to being erased and destroyed at any ti.
"Is anyone there?" I slamd the door in frustration, feeling a surge of anger that overwheld my emotions.
It was Subject Number 57 who was about to give birth. After her amniotic sac ruptured, she began to experience bleeding from her lower body. If the baby wasn’t delivered promptly or via Cesarean section, two lives would be at risk.
"Asshole!" I kicked the door hard, shooting an angry look at the surveillance cara outside the pod. It was evident that soone was watching, but they did not treat us as human beings at all!
I slamd the door forcefully and accidentally injured my hand, causing it to bleed and stain the door. Perhaps sensing my frustration, the other subjects in the neighboring pods also began forcefully banging their doors.
The male experintal subjects’ behavior beca increasingly manic.
I was startled by the thunderous crashing sound and turned to see the three male experintal subjects. They were pounding on the door, displaying a silent, seamless cooperation that didn’t involve any communication.
These were individuals who had been raised in the lab pods since birth and had never been exposed to socialization. In the eyes of the organization, they were not considered as human beings.
The sound of knocking on the doors grew increasingly louder. Their force was formidable, causing the transparent lab to tremble slightly.
Eventually, the door to the lab swung open, revealing the entrance of the staff accompanied by the rcenaries. It was clear that they were no strangers to such occurrences.
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