bookrandom Chapter 842 Open that door
Chapter 842 Open that door
When the six words "genetic modification engineering" were squeezed out from the dry lips of the Eagle Sauce Leader as if spitting out poison.
The air in the entire "temple" seemed to be sucked out in an instant.
Everyone present, whether they were ruthless dictators or rational scientists, took a deep breath at this moment.
That sound, in the dead silence, was as clear as thunder.
Shock.
A shock that came from the heart, even more than when they saw the true form of the "God", gripped everyone's heart.
Because, unlike those distant and incomprehensible "creatures of God", the word "gene" is something they can understand, something they are touching upon, and it is the ultimate taboo of their time.
The meaning behind these words needs no words.
It is like Pandora's box, half of which is filled with endless temptations that can allow all mankind to ascend to heaven, and the other half is a terrible disaster that can drag the entire world into an abyss of no return.
eternal life.
This ultimate fantasy, which has lingered in the dreams of every emperor, general, hero and hero since ancient times, no longer seems to be an illusory delusion in the face of this technology.
Humans, when it comes down to it, are nothing more than fragile slaves and carriers of genes for their own continuation.
Once we master the key to modifying the genetic code, then breaking through the limitations of aging and death will no longer be a dream in theory.
Those incurable diseases that modern medicine considers to be incurable - cancer, genetic diseases, neurodegenerative diseases - will all melt away like ice and snow and be easily solved in front of the "hand of God" that can precisely edit genes.
And applying it to war...
That prospect is so beautiful that it makes people tremble.
The genetically modified "super soldier" will have physical strength far beyond that of ordinary people, recovery ability comparable to that of wild beasts, and can even completely block out the sense of pain, becoming a tireless, fearless, perfect killing machine.
As long as the technology is mature enough, it will be easy to create living "Captain America" - they can easily break all Olympic track and field records, have a photographic memory, and keep their IQ above 160.
An army composed of such "perfect humans" would be a nightmare for any mortal army.
However, the problem is also clearly laid out before us.
Once the Pandora's box is opened, what is released is definitely not just hope.
What if someone with bad intentions uses this technology to create a super virus that specifically targets a specific race or a specific genetic sequence?
Then, I'm afraid, without any soldiers, I can easily have the power to destroy the world.
Of course, these are all just distant, empty talk about temptation and consequences.
Even without all this, the heaviest ethical mountain that lies in everyone's heart is enough to completely seal this project from the very beginning.
Do you want to use humans as experimental subjects?
Who is qualified to play the role of the "God" holding a scalpel?
Who has the power to decide the future direction of human evolution?
Are these transformed “new humans” still considered “human beings”?
Each of these questions is like an invisible shackle, tightly locking this forbidden door.
"so……"
Joseph finally recovered from his initial shock, and in his cold eyes there was now a burning fire that he had never seen before.
It wasn't fear, but... extreme, undisguised greed and desire.
He looked at the Eagle Sauce Commander and spoke slowly, word by word.
"You... opened it."
The Eagle Commander did not answer, but closed his eyes with a painful expression that was almost like collapse.
His silence, in itself, is the most definitive answer.
“Very good…very good!”
Far from being affected by the other person's grief-stricken look, Joseph let out a laugh full of satisfaction.
"Mr. Great Leader, you have finally come up with something that can help us win this war!"
He turned around and gave orders in an unquestionable tone to the Russian scientists behind him who also had solemn and complicated expressions.
"Immediately! Establish a top-level joint research team! I want you to put aside all other projects! Master this technology thoroughly within the shortest possible time!"
"No! No!"
A hoarse, terrified scream suddenly interrupted Joseph's command.
It was the Eagle Commander. He opened his eyes suddenly like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Joseph intently, with an unprecedented fear on his face.
"You can't do this! You don't even know what you're asking for! This box cannot be opened! Absolutely not!"
"Oh?" Joseph looked at him with interest, as if he was appreciating a wonderful drama. "Why not?"
"When you introduced the Prism Weapons and Lightning Storm just now, although you were reluctant, you were far from being as out of control as you are now."
"Tell me, Mr. President, what exactly did you see behind this door?"
The body of the Eagle Commander began to tremble uncontrollably.
His eyes involuntarily glanced at the blocked, heaviest alloy gate.
Some extremely terrifying and unbearable memories seemed to emerge in his mind.
Those… those failures… those twisted, screaming tissues in the petri dishes… those ‘monsters’ that had been forcibly spliced with animal genes, transformed into something neither human nor beast, with only the instinct of pain left…
And... Number 0...
That 'perfect sample' that we once thought was successful...
His subsequent loss of control... and everything we had to do to 'clean up' him... No... those things... must never be released again...
He took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice from sounding shaky.
"General Secretary Joseph, you have to believe me. We...we tried."
"We once carried out this project secretly and on a small scale under the most advanced conditions of the United States, completely free from any legal and ethical constraints."
"And the result..." His voice grew hoarse as he recalled the horrific scene. "The result was a complete and utter disaster that we were almost unable to handle."
"The Anunnaki were able to create us because they were 'gods' and they had a complete and perfect genetic map."
"And we just found a 'Book of God' in their ruins with 99% of the content torn out!"
"We have no idea what we're doing! Every time we self-righteously make an 'improvement', we're like an ignorant child tinkering with the core code of a sophisticated computer!"
"What we created wasn't a super soldier! It was a monster! A deformed form filled with pain and hatred... one that even we ourselves fear!"
"This project has been permanently sealed by us! Its dangers are far beyond your and my imagination!"
"It's not a weapon, it's... a curse that can destroy us all!"
He was almost begging, using up his last bit of dignity to stop the madman's crazy idea.
However, his words, which were full of fear and warning, were automatically translated into a different meaning when heard by Joseph.
Disaster? Failure?
The burning greed in Joseph's eyes burned even more vigorously.
Doesn’t this just show that the potential of this technology is endless?
The failure is only because you weak capitalists, whose hands are bound by so-called "humanitarianism", are not resolute and thorough enough!
As long as there are enough samples, ruthless screening, and enough necessary "sacrifices"... there is no technology that cannot be perfected!
He looked at the almost collapsed American leader in front of him, and an almost cruel smile appeared on his face.
"I understand your concerns, Mr. President."
He said this in a false, comforting tone.
"But perhaps, the reason you failed is simply because you lacked a leader...who was courageous enough to shoulder this 'necessary evil'."
"And I," he pointed at himself, his smile becoming incredibly confident, "happens to be that kind of person."
"Now, take me there."
There was no room for negotiation in his voice.
"Open that door."