He put forth a proposal that, to all the old guard, seemed utterly mad—a desecration of their race's glory.
"We must change! Even if... it means polluting our noble Intelligent Mechanism bloodline, we must choose to fuse with those inferior flesh-and-blood civilizations!"
"Only by doing this can we completely eradicate the source code imprint deep in our genes and escape the pursuit of the Purifiers!"
Lin Ye saw enormous incubation tanks being constructed, one by one, inside the starship on Charon.
A montage of images flashed past.
Soaking in those incubation tanks were flesh-and-blood creatures from various worlds across the universe.
There were lizardmen with eight arms, silicon-based lifeforms that writhed like mountains of flesh, and even some indescribable horrors that Lin Ye felt would shatter his sanity with a single glance.
Ultimately, all the experiments failed.
