Atonement: Mars (10)

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date="2020-11-09"

title="Atonement: Mars (10)"

weight="103843"

series = ["Falling into the Abyss"]

mode = "manual"

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Ethan was groggy, feeling he was lying somewhere.

He couldn't open his eyes, but he didn't know why he could perceive his surroundings. The body floats on a strange medium between liquid and gas, floating up and down, swaying, as if flowing in an unknown direction. This is an endless primitive sea, shining molecules wandering around his elbow like stars in the sky, wide open and boundless all around, covered by a faint blue mist emanating from nowhere.

Ethan's intuition is that this is an extremely holy and remote place, which is not only in distance, but also in time. Perhaps it was as ancient as the city with the emerald sun and strange sharp-angled buildings he had been to. Peace and tranquility permeated his limbs, making him feel comfortable and want to sigh.

He slowly opened his eyes, and through the translucent blue mist, he saw many swirling galaxy vortices. They are diffused with gorgeous Xia Cai like neon clothes, cantilevered winding and winding, hundreds of millions of stars stretch across the sky, countless civilizations are born and die in a short breath.

And beside him, there are many translucent creatures that are as large as a hundred stories and move slowly on the sea of ​​eternity without beginning and end. There are huge differences in their shapes and sizes. Some resemble a ball of suffocated basketballs, with tiny hands all over the body flapping each other in the air, making a popping sound; some are more like a ball of entangled. Neurons twisted and twisted like long synaptic snakes. Large areas of bag-like weight and small black dots were trembling; some of them resembled hard rocky mountains, with heavy bodies shaking on the sea. The high waves, but there are many soft flesh-colored substances stretched out, wrapped on the hard body, occasionally changing the shape. There are things that do not know whether it is liquid or solid flowing in their bodies, and strange streams of light roam in and out of the life bodies of unknown material. They looked weird, old and heavy, and Ethan among them was as small as a grain of sand.

He didn't know what those things were, or whether they could perceive his existence, whether they were kind or malicious to him. He just felt that his hands and feet were filled with lead, and he couldn't move anything.

About a hundred meters away from him, a creature that looked like a slug as tall as a mountain was slowly wandering by, with many winding tentacles growing on its head, and a similar melt on top of each tentacles. In the shape of a human head. Through the translucent skin, you can even vaguely see the internal organs pushing each other inside, like the internal organs of a large aircraft. However, on the smooth surface of the skin, there seemed to be a few large psoriasis-like opaque masses, and with its slow movement, it sometimes oozes thick yellow-brown juice. Ethan felt it was sick.

What are these things? Why does it give people a sense of trepidation in the face of super creations that surpass themselves?

A sense of insignificance that fate is completely controlled.

"Dirty..." A voice, no, to be precise, a strong thought suddenly captured his entire consciousness. He turned his head abruptly and found that at some point, at a distance of about less than fifty meters from him, there stood the oblate lifeform whose whole body was hands just now. Even if Ethan looked up like this, he couldn't see the whole picture. It was silent, just like an arrogant building suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Dirty...*...eliminate..." Such thoughts burst into Ethan's mind one by one. The intense pain made him want to scream, but he opened his mouth without making a sound.

He opened his eyes wide and watched the dense hand-like organs all over his body suddenly waved violently at the same time, as if hundreds of people were clapping their hands. One of the hands suddenly stretched forward, enlarged, and expanded rapidly like a balloon. Then it patted Ethan hard like a fly! Ethan could not move, and watched as the huge hand of the small house approached him quickly.

He suddenly awakened from his coma, as he suffocated from his throat because of his violent inhalation. His eyes were wide, his hands scratching in the air. Suddenly, his hand was held tightly by the other hands, and the familiar faint smell of sandalwood suddenly diffused.

Ethan's struggling movements stopped, but his eyes widened unwillingly to blink. His lips began to tremble, and his body began to tremble. He said, "Am I not dreaming?"

"It's a pity, you are dreaming." Tanisel bent his gray eyes gently, and his soft and curly blond hair fell on his brows. "Your consciousness has just gone to a very dangerous place. Fortunately, I will take you in time. Pulled back."

The priest gently rubbed the back of Ethan's hand with his thumb. The touch was so real, how could it be a dream?

Ethan suddenly slammed forward with Latanisel's hands that he still shook, as if he was afraid that people would run away, he vigorously wrapped Tanisel's body. The priest did not struggle either, except for the initial exclamation, only a string of low muffled laughter. Tanithel was lying on Ethan's chest like this, with his blond hair rubbing against his shallowly bearded chin. Ethan felt the real weight of his chest and took a deep breath with nostalgia.

"Think of me that way?" Tanisel turned his face to the side, her moist pale red lips rubbing against Ethan's apple.

Ethan hugged his hand harder, and answered silently.

"Sorry, I'm under house arrest now, and I couldn't come over. You... have you seen Sionier?" Tanisel also stretched out his hand to wrap around Ethan's thinner waist. Ethan's body is being consumed, his cheeks are becoming paler than before, losing the rosy that was once healthy, and there is a layer of bruise under his eyes, looking very tired.

Ethan's voice was hoarse and weak, "He told me one thing, I think he was lying to me."

Tanisel propped up a little, stroking Ethan's cheek pityingly, "What did he say?"

"He said I am not my father's biological son."

Tanisel seemed to be sad for him, showing a sad look, and sighed softly from his nose, "No one can kill you and your father's past. Not even DNA."

Ethan nodded and gave a wry smile.

"Listen to Ethan, I don't have much time. If I and you are here for too long, someone will find a special connection between us. I need to tell you something." Tanisel's gaze patted Ethan's bloodless face. , There seems to be a deep reluctance, "I guess, the chief priest let you directly contact the eggs of the god of sequence, right?"

Ethan shuddered at the thought of the intense pain, and nodded.

"Sionier has always had a conjecture. He believes that the eggs of the God of Prologue are not a gift from the God of Prologue. On the contrary, he thinks it is a trigger bomb." Tanisel briefly told Ethan about the eggs of the God of Prologue. As a conjecture to detect and destroy the use of entropy in the universe, "So, he will want to use you to test the limits of the Egg of Order God. Although you will not really explode, but you In other words, the entropy force of the Order God will still be sensed, that is to say..." Tanisel pressed Ethan’s shoulder, "That is to say, the Order God is also likely to perceive that there shouldn’t exist in this universe. thing."

Ethan recalled the endless ocean that was not only liquid or gas, the countless rotating galaxies, and the translucent giant creatures that moved by him. Could it be... Is that the projection of the Foreword God's world in his consciousness?

"I'm... something that shouldn't exist..." Ethan stretched out his hand to cover his eyes and laughed low.

"This perception is obviously two-way. When you feel that you see them, they also see you." Tanisel said seriously, "This is very dangerous. But as long as you are not in a state of mutation, they should still pay. I can't move you."

"So I have to control my own emotions and try not to show what shouldn't be seen, right?" Ethan asked calmly, taking away the hand covering his eyes.

Tanisel nodded, "The main priest has a lot of views...different from mine. You have to be careful with him. When talking with him, don't look at his eyes, especially his third eye."

"I understand."

Tanisel stretched out his hand and gently brushed away Ethan's long forehead, his eyes soft and mellow, like an intoxicating wine, "I already have a plan, and I will come to pick you up soon. Hold on again. Support, protect yourself, and don't let others notice you."

After that, he leaned down, and his rosy lips were printed on Ethan's.

Then Tanisel disappeared, and Ethan opened his eyes again.

He was lying on the bed in the room where he had been arranged before. The ceiling was dimly lit, and there were silent furniture all around, no translucent monsters and no Tanisel.

Ethan felt his legs numb and didn't know how long he had been lying down. He hesitated, pulled the railing beside the bed and sat up, stretched out his right hand and gently touched his lips.

The touch of the kiss just now was so real, he could almost taste Tanisel's lips.

As soon as he woke up, the sleep cell monitoring his brainwaves had sent a signal to the guard who escorted Ethan and Sionier. The door opened soon, and the guard stared at him with his eyes down, "Priest Eve asked me to take you to see him, ready for the next stage of experiment."

The experiment site is still in a strange building in the heart of Mars. There is white everywhere, and even the clothes of all the researchers are white. After watching it for a long time, it will cause heavy psychological pressure.

Seeing the space here is so large, Ethan suspects that the hadron collider used to make antimatter is here.

Ethan was taken into a hall. This time it was no longer just Sionier facing him alone. Ethan also saw the doctor named Bruno introduced by Tanisel when he came to Mars last time. He is also the main responsible person of Project Zero. people.

At this moment, the old man was looking at him with a mixture of curious, dazed and even repulsive eyes, as if he did not see a person, but a strange-looking animal that he had never seen before. Ethan felt that he probably knew that there were three sets of chromosomes in his genes, but he chose not to report them.

Because if the upper level knew that he was a mutant, he must have been isolated long ago, just like Adam before.

Ethan was pressed on the chair again, and even the collar was firmly attached to the back of the armchair. His heart beats faster, not knowing what kind of torture will be this time.

Sionier gave Ethan a gentle smile, and his open right hand was still the mutilated egg of the Order God.

"Today, I will start to teach you how to activate the Egg of Order God without being vaporized."