Experiment Report from Beyond
Numerous stars can be seen shining through the window
It's just a few moments before the results of the experiment
Every star has already gone.
And all were confirmed dead.
"Director, the results are out."
A subordinate researcher brought materials.
"How's it going?"
"This pattern didn't work either. All of them are necrotic due to rejection."
No progress this time either
"The number of samples is decreasing, which is disappointing."
"Still no launches from those who have landed. If this continues..."
"…We have no choice but to go down, huh?"
As I suppress my frustration at the lack of progress, a broadcast comes over the air
-Director. Director Neildam, please come to the commander's room-
"I'm being called."
"Another small talk, sir?"
"I guess."
I feel a pain in my nose when I enter the commander's room.
It's a strong smell of disinfectant.
In the center of the room is a large, luxurious bed.
An ugly, fat old man was lying on top of it.
"Neildam, have you made any progress?"
"Sorry. Nothing so far."
"When will you succeed?"
"…..."
"Hurry up... I don't have much time."
"I understand."
This old man will die soon
That's what he thinks
But he will live another hundred years.
That's what we did.
All he wants is to live forever.
Without dying
Without aging.
Never to lose
Never forget
Never to be forgotten.
Beautifully
Healthy
Keep everything under control
To maintain his own existence
He is too arrogant old man
We have already devised a method that satisfies most of these conditions.
But it was rejected
He can't be beautiful
Therefore, it also needs to satisfy the condition that it is beautiful.
That being said, I continue to experiment.
"We will use the dragon cells stored in cell block 18."
"I allow it. Hurry, hurry."
The dragon cells are stored in cell block 18.
It's different from previous dragons
It's the result of an experiment in crossbreeding with elves.
The possibility will be somewhat higher
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"Director, what would you like to do?"
A subordinate asks questions in front of the subject.
"For No. 1, we will leave the heart intact and transplant the same mass of internal organs. No. 2, we will amputate the limbs and transplant cells into the cross sections. No. 3, we will cut open the head and remove the neocortex, then remove the hippocampus and transplant it."
"Copy that."
A scalpel was inserted into the abdomen of No. 1.
"-----ーー! --! ーーーー!"
"Not quite secure enough, huh?"
"I'm sorry. The bones are a little fragile."
"This is not a good experiment if it keeps rampaging like that. You can crush him if you want, but you have to tighten it tighter."
"I got it"
The subject was unable to move as it was completely immobilized.
The moans finally became quieter.
"No. 1, porting completed"
"No. 2 and No. 3 complete."
"Abdominal sutures. Monitor the progress."
I'll have some free time again
"I don’t mind the smell of elves that have continued inbreeding."
"This seems to be the real smell of blood."
"I see. Was it natural for the lower life forms to smell fishy?"
After 23 minutes and 14 seconds passed, a change was observed in the subject.
It has already been unrestrained and placed in the observation room.
"Gah… gii!"
No. 1 is scratching at the incision.
I had expected this, so the sutures were made strong.
The incision will not open with bare hands.
"It hurts... it hurts... it hurtsss!"
It didn't scream until the end
"Ooh!"
"There was no necrosis!"
"Is a dragon that is similar to an elf really effective?"
The cells of the revived dragon multiplied and overflowed from No. 1's abdomen.
Unable to withstand the expansion, No. 1 swelled up in an ugly way and burst like a balloon. It died
"Ah... aaahh!"
No. 2 was swung around by its limbs, which began to move on their own.
After a while, the limbs take the shape of a mouth
"Ah! Aaaahh!"
No. 2 dies after being eaten by its own limbs.
"Ahi… hihihihi… aaahh~..."
No. 3 looks happy
It continues to laugh
After a while, its head cracked open, the contents leaked out, and it died.
"End of experiment."
"Terminate. Incineration begins."
The observation room is sterilized by plasma.
All that remains are charred pieces of flesh.
"No. 8 to 26. Commence cleaning."
I saw good results
It would be a good idea to use a cleaned one for our next experiment.
"The use of a dragon and elf's cells died, but..."
"This result was interesting, although it was somewhat impure."
"...You could say that inbreeding too many elves is a bad thing."
"A life form with thin elf blood… is it on the ground after all?"
"There's a possibility. I want it as much as possible. Ah, in this case, I don't need the brain. I just want the cells."
"It's easier to transport if you disassemble it."
"...Choose one who will descend."
"Understood. Shall I be the one in charge of the mission?"
"Sure."
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