Abyss Solo-Chapter 204 - 114 In the Name of the Father Extra Long Warning_4
Chapter 204: 114 In the Name of the Father [Extra Long Warning]_4
Chapter 204: 114 In the Name of the Father [Extra Long Warning]_4
The vagrant muttered, “You’re about to commit suicide, so do you care about the punishment of being detained for a few days?”
It really was that simple.
But Dabitch didn’t want to bring shame to his newlywed wife; he hesitated somewhat in the depths of his heart.
With this hesitation, they had already slinked into the large building in the corner of the Baby Administration.
From the outside, the building looked somewhat dim in places, with no security guards at the entrance, but there was an electronic access control at the door.
Peering through the glass door, the lobby appeared somewhat chilling.
“Let me show you my unique magic trick.”
The old vagrant said with a grin, glanced around, tiptoed up to the electronic access control, and fiddled with it for a bit.
Click, the glass door slowly opened.
“Quick! Hurry! The patrol officers could come by at any time!”
“Oh, this!”
Although Dabitch resisted verbally, his legs had already moved forward, following the vagrant into the lobby.
Screw it!
He was about to end his miserable life anyway, so what was the harm in a few unique life experiences?
Dabitch briskly stepped up several stairs and scurried after the vagrant into the lobby.
The glass door slowly closed behind them.
What Dabitch didn’t notice was that two surveillance devices slowly turned their direction, and after they entered, they finally aimed at the entrance and exit of this hall.
A few minutes later.
They followed a staircase that seemed to have no end, descending continuously underground.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Just follow me,” the vagrant chuckled with a heh heh, “What do you think the Baby Administration is?”
“Doesn’t the name say it all?”
Dabitch said in a hush:
“This is where babies are collectively cultivated, there is one in every district, a most sacred social welfare institution, where we can raise our offspring at no cost.”
“Oh,” the vagrant turned and asked, “Then why isn’t this place called a nursery or a cultivation center, but a management bureau instead? Don’t the words ‘management bureau’ sound a bit too rigid?”
“We don’t need to get hung up on this detail.”
“No, you’re wrong, Dabitch,” the vagrant whispered, “Details are very important. It’s these details that led me to enter this place twenty years ago, to learn all the truths, and as a result, my mind collapsed.”
Dabitch stared at the vagrant’s back.
He could barely make out that the ragged clothes on him must once have been proper and flashy high-grade attire.
Finally, the staircase came to an end, and the place became somewhat bleak.
The vagrant took out a small flashlight from his jacket pocket and, with Dabitch, walked on the dry, icy floor, moving endlessly along a corridor.
“This path can lead us directly underneath the main building of the Baby Administration. Remember to cover your mouth later and don’t make a sound.”
“My mentality isn’t that poor,” Dabitch said with a faint smile.
“I’m serious,” the vagrant reminded.
“I’m not joking either.”
Dabitch stubbornly spoke, then silenced his personal terminal.
His wife had sent him more than a dozen messages.
He lacked the courage to open them.
A faint light appeared at the end of the corridor.
The vagrant slowed his pace and gestured for Dabitch to walk along the wall, adeptly avoiding some rather ‘clumsy’ cameras.
They seemed to be walking in a ‘ring,’ looking for an entrance to the inside of the ring.
At last, that entrance appeared ahead.
Two closed alloy doors were ajar, leaving a narrow gap; as they approached, a silver-white metallic hand pressed on the edge of the door, pulling it open.
Dabitch quickly covered his mouth.
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The vagrant pulled Dabitch’s arm to crouch with him, nervously holding their breath.
A glowing skeletal robot stepped out, holding a tray in its hands, filled with metal nameplates.
Luckily, the robot turned away from them and slowly moved in a different direction.
Dabitch was sweating all over.
“Are these engineering robots?” he asked in a low voice.
“Yes,” the vagrant smiled, “They are also us, simpler, lower-grade versions of us, with only basic programs, capable of performing tasks without the ability to think.”
“Is that so,” Dabitch whispered, “You seem to be implying something.”
“You’re nearing the truth. Do you dare to go inside? As long as we don’t appear in front of them, they won’t notice us.”
“Of course, we’ve come this far.”
Dabitch’s Adam’s apple quivered, unsure where his courage came from; he followed the vagrant through the doors, looking forward to that vast, complex, and utterly solemn…
Infant production workshop.
(Part Five)
Dabitch would never forget the sheer shock he felt when he saw it all.
Hundreds of silver-white robots were busy in various places;
A winding production line, surrounded by these robots, was producing babies, one after the other.
Yes, babies were being manufactured here.
First, at the beginning of the production line – a massive black box from which blue, skull-shaped light orbs floated out, and two robots would come with a type of spray to ‘cool’ the orbs, revealing the skulls within.
Each skull flickered with a faint light.
Then the skulls were grabbed by robotic claws, dozens of mechanical arms brought parts, and rapidly assembled, constructing a tiny human skeleton in just thirty seconds.
There was a series of additions to follow, laying muscle fibers outside the skeleton, embedding organs, arranging complex blood vessels, and once the organs were activated successfully and the heart started beating rapidly, these products were then sent into coating machines, where they were given skin and lifelike facial features.
