Abyss Solo-Chapter 202 - 114 In the Name of the Father Extended Warning _2
Chapter 202: 114 In the Name of the Father [Extended Warning] _2
Chapter 202: 114 In the Name of the Father [Extended Warning] _2
Oh!
Father began to read his memory database!
From his birth in the incubator to the complete awakening of self-awareness, every detail, every thought, every impulse, Father rapidly browsed through them all!
Darby 2203 actually felt a bit embarrassed.
During the growth stage of each Thought Body, there would generally be a few episodes of embarrassment, and he was no exception. His memories also contained some regretful past experiences.
Such defects were something that every Thought Body could not avoid, right?
Darby suddenly came up with an idea.
“If the goddess allowed me to narrate, in my own words, the life I’ve spent in the fictional world, what kind of narrative should I use?”
It certainly couldn’t be a plain narration, as that would lack interest.
Darby thought and reminisced, a slight smile appearing on his lips. He believed he should narrate in such a way as to captivate Father’s interest right from the first sentence of the text.
“I was impotent.”
“On the second morning after the wedding.”
Yes, just like that.
Father would surely read on out of curiosity.
(Part Three)
Darby suddenly lost his masculine vitality.
On the second morning after the wedding.
In the new house he spent most of his savings on, Darby sat on the bed with a furrowed brow, slowly sinking into contemplation.
His newlywed wife, a beautiful, elegant, and intellectual bank cashier, stood awkwardly beside him, speaking in a gentle tone:
“You were wonderful last night, Darby. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. Maybe we were just too tired yesterday, and you had some alcoholic drinks too.”
The gentle tone of his wife inexplicably annoyed Darby.
He looked down at his pajamas, with metal-covered elbows and knees, and his fairly handsome face was filled with confusion.
“I have desires now,” Darby muttered.
“Oh, don’t stress yourself like that.”
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His wife softly said, stepping next to Darby on her slender mechanical legs and embracing him.
“Relax, dear. Maybe daytime isn’t suitable for you… How about we try again tonight?”
Darby responded woodenly, his hands covering his cheeks.
One sudden failure didn’t negate his young and strong body.
He was healthy, Darby was certain of it…
Then, the next morning, Darby excused himself to his wife, saying he was going for a walk, and hurriedly headed to the comprehensive hospital near their neighborhood.
Damn, he was impotent again last night!
As Darby emerged from the hospital, he was utterly confused and distraught.
The chief doctor, whose body was 80 percent mechanical, had given Darby a ‘not viable notice.’
“This is a strange disorder, the cause of which remains a mystery to the medical community.
“I’ve handled over a hundred such cases, and in our network database, there have been just a few thousand cases in history. Unfortunately, you’re one of them.
“You can no longer fulfill the mission of reproduction, not even with test-tube babies.”
Darby felt as though his world was rapidly collapsing.
He wandered aimlessly down the street, under the simulated clear sky;
The couples laughing and chatting as they approached pierced his heart like two steel needles.
Suddenly, he had the thought of ending his remaining life.
Familiar street scenes appeared ahead. Darby slowed his pace, stopped in front of a school with pink-painted walls, and saw the Baby Administration next to the school.
The children’s laughter from the school temporarily soothed Darby.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and strolled away from the school to avoid being questioned by patrolling police as a suspicious figure.
This city was called Dark City, a post-disaster city established underground.
The history books explained in detail that their ancestors once lived on the surface, but as the surface environment degraded and attacks from extraterrestrial civilizations occurred, they had to relocate their homes underground.
Now, the surface was filled with viruses targeting their species’ traits, making it utterly uninhabitable.
Their mission was to firstly be essential cogs in the functioning of current society and secondly to form a family with a beloved partner, give birth to one or two babies, and send the babies to the Baby Administration for unified upbringing to maintain their uninterrupted labor capacity.
Resources were limited; this city did not support idlers.
Similarly, the city did not need those who could not procreate.
He was one of the latter.
“I might as well end myself.”
Darby murmured, looking up at the buildings around him, searching for a place high enough to jump from.
The city’s center had a colossal black tree.
The tree trunk was several hundred meters in diameter and thousands of meters high, its crown hidden above the simulated sky out of sight.
It was the lifeline of this city, a technological crystal from the era of surface civilization, providing energy and light for the city.
It was called the Divine Tree.
Darby did not understand why Dark City, dominated by science and reason, would name it the “Divine Tree.”
“How about dying by the Divine Tree?”
Darby immediately dismissed the idea.
Such an act would shame his family and desecrate the Divine Tree.
Thus, he sought the nearest tall building, slowly climbed up the fire escape, and by the time he reached the rooftop, he was utterly exhausted, yet he persevered and climbed over two short walls, reaching the edge of the rooftop.
