"Can’t you just focus on it?" Kelan is also very nai.
"There is no focus, or in a sense, those research reports are full of focus, depending on how you define it … but I can tell you the name of the monument."
"What is the name of the site? What’s the number? "
"No number, this is an undisclosed relic … but someone has already been to that place." Pan’s words imply a hint of banter. "A famous island … a lonely island standing all over the sea where the sun never flows."
The corner of Kelan’s eye jerked. Of course he knew which island the other party said it was.
Sure enough, the undead crew will be informed … But since they know about the island, why should General Ma Qinuo come to ask questions?
Is it just to test yourself? Is this necessary?
"You all know?"
"Yes," the guard robot nodded. "But we don’t pretend to know that the crew will want to give you as much freedom as possible instead of turning you into a puppet we manipulate … If you really need a puppet, I think this robot is much better than you."
With that, Pan suddenly manipulated the robot to make a back flip and fell to the ground firmly.
"Okay … I have one more question."
"Ask" Pan is very generous
"The clone said’ body’,’ other people’s things’ … what do these mean?"
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"I can’t answer these questions … partly because you don’t know the truth, and partly because I don’t know it," Pan replied.
"What part don’t you know?" Koran couldn’t help wondering. Arguably, the Immortal Crew Association is the highest level organization in the human race. Even Pan doesn’t know anything. Then who else is qualified to know?
Aren’t the members of the undead crew club also divided into three grades? But from all aspects, the details show that the serial number of those seats is really a serial number, which doesn’t mean the limit. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be in front of most members when Kelan joins the undead crew and inherits the title of "Pope" in the fifth seat of Chiron?
This is obviously impossible.
The undead seamen’s club should be a force balance organization, at least on the surface-just like the joint parliamentary group, every member’s voting weight is equal … but the power represented by every member behind him is another matter.
It is reasonable for some crew members to know some secrets that other members don’t know, especially for those who "joined later" like Ke Lan. It is difficult to see the details of the incident department only by relying on the archives.
"Still can’t say," the guard robot shook its head and neck and made a crisp "click" because of the low temperature. "You will naturally know after joining us."
"Well, I’ll ask another question …" Kelan hesitated before continuing to ask, "Am I … human?"
He didn’t ask, "am I still human?" Instead, ask directly, "am I human?" ….. Although these two questions are two words apart, their meanings are completely different … It is hard for Ke Lan to believe that so many "unreasonable" things can happen to an "ordinary human".
He once doubted whether he would be an "experimental body" like Asano Akira, but he didn’t know it.
But he thinks this possibility is very low-if he is really a manipulated "experimental body", the undead crew will not need to disclose so much information to themselves, and Chiron will never recommend himself to inherit the "Pope" seat …
On the contrary, Kelan thinks that the experience of the "prophet" of the heretical sect is more like an "experimenter" who resolutely rebelled against the plot after seeing through the truth at the top of the Ark-the first half was full of fighting spirit, but after he successfully escaped from the shackles, he went to the other extreme.
It would be nice if the undead crew would be willing to tell themselves that they have something to do with the prophet. Unfortunately, even if Kelan asks, it is estimated that they will get the same answer.
Kelan asked Pan this question, which is just to verify this point.
Since the undead crew will not mind letting him know this information, there is no need for them to hide these things from themselves-the more they hide, the more suspicious they will be, and the less they will believe in the undead crew.
Once you don’t handle yourself well, you may become the second "prophet"
Some things have to be honest and clear. Kelan thinks that the other party must be white.
"Yes," Pan answered simply this time. "Of course, you are human, just like tens of millions of people in the Ark, but you are lucky and have gained some abilities beyond the cognitive range of ordinary people."
Koran slightly relieved.
"Is it really good luck?"
"I don’t think so." Pan controlled the guard robot finger and knocked on his metal skull. "I don’t like you … my most disdainful sentence is’ luck is also part of strength’ … but I have to admit that you are really lucky."
"…" Kelan knew in his heart that even if he asked Pan again, I’m afraid he would say something to prevaricate himself … This topic has lost its meaning of going on.
"Words Demeter? What, she didn’t come forward this time? " Kelan walked around the hall and asked as he walked.
"… are you crazy about that old woman? Really? I didn’t expect you to be so good at this? " Pan said with some surprise that it’s a pity that the hardware condition of the guard robot is limited and it can’t show that exaggerated look.
"I am surprised that it was Demeter who contacted me before. Why did you suddenly change people this time?" Kelan grumpily said, "You can’t really send it to me because your serial number is the living armor of the devil, can you? Then you guys are too formalistic-or too’ Secondary Two’. "
"Of course it’s not for this reason, although I think you said it’s a great reason." Pan shook his head. "I’m afraid that old woman is in danger now. How can I take care of you? On Monday, the crew headquarters will start the accountability procedure for her, even if she is not impeached, the estimated limit will be greatly limited."
"Impeachment?" Ke Lan was stunned. He wanted to ask if members of the undead crew could still be impeached, but he soon thought of the "Pope" Chiron who was expelled from the crew. "What did she do?"
"Well, that’s it." The guard robot turned into pus and raised its jaw. "Although the accident was caused by that guy Smith, you couldn’t get so many cell samples without the old woman’s acquiescence to Smith’s root restriction-you know, according to the crew’s ultimatum to the institute, the cloned cells should have been destroyed two days ago."
"This experiment was inspired by Demeter?" Kelan paused, and the other party revealed information. To tell the truth, it was somewhat beyond his expectation. He was originally a graduate student who died without telling his face, but he didn’t expect that the seemingly elegant and dignified "lady" was also a crazy batch in his bones.
"If the experiment is directed by her, the accountability procedure can be directly omitted." Pan Yi laughed. "But it’s almost the same. This old woman seems to be very patient. She is more impatient than anyone else … but she is a little better than that idiot Chiron and won’t do the experiment herself."