Lin Shuo woke up in the severe pain of quantum entanglement. The liquid in the culture chamber was cold and pungent. He saw the holographic image of his mentor Gu Mingyuan suspended in front of the console, dragging his identity code into the destruction process.
A tearing burning pain came from the nerve interface at the back of the neck, and the alarm sounded sharply as the implant was forcibly stripped off.
The sharp pain of quantum entanglement was like a red-hot steel needle, piercing Lin Shuo's temple and stirring his brain.
He opened his eyes suddenly, his field of vision was the blurry curved glass of the culture cabin, and the light green nutrient solution was hissing away through the drain at the bottom. Outside the cabin, Gu Mingyuan stood in front of the console with his back to him, and the blue light of the holographic screen illuminated his gray temples. Lin Shuo wanted to shout, but only a whooshing sound came out of his throat.
His limbs were fixed with soft restraints, and the neural interface patch was still stuck to the skin, but the connection was broken. It was not a normal disconnection. It was a burning sensation of being violently stripped off. He saw Gu Mingyuan's fingers tapping rapidly on the virtual keyboard, and rows of identity codes scrolled across the screen.
The last line is his name: Lin Shuo, Cradle Project Preparatory Resonator, gene sequence number ALPHA-7. Destruction confirmation? The system pops up a prompt. Gu Mingyuan's hand hung in the air, stagnant for a moment. Then he pressed it. Don't blame me, kid.
Gu Mingyuan's voice came through the communication device of the training cabin, with the unique subtle flickering of holographic images. He didn't look back. Your genetic sequence is worth the price. That's when the alarm tore through the silence. The red light instantly flooded the entire laboratory, spinning and flashing like spilled blood.
