Chapter 441: Marvel: Awakening the Little Universe at the Start, Chapter 231

Because they couldn't solve the soul, which is crucial to humans.

But Dr. Merrick solved it.

"My soul infusion device can convert adjusted memories into specific neural electrical signals and implant them directly into the clone's brain."

"With memory, there is consciousness, and with consciousness, it means there is a soul."

"So..."

"Yes."

"I can create souls!"

Dr. Merrick, talking about this great invention of his, looked with fanatical eyes at the screen where the clones were boiling, constantly flashing various fragments of images, and constantly trembling in the cultivation chambers.

Natasha, standing to the side, felt uncomfortable hearing this statement from Dr. Merrick.

After all, if souls could be created.

Then what were they?

Just then.

Hawk, who was in the cloning cultivation warehouse, seemed to have heard the words of Dr. Merrick, who claimed to be God, and looked up at the monitor: "Don't listen to his nonsense. Creating souls, he's not worthy. If he could really do this, Mephisto, who takes the soul as his authority, would have already snatched him away."

Dr. Merrick, whose research was denied by someone, wasn't happy.

Even if this person could kill him easily, it wouldn't do.

"Mr. Phoenix, I can create souls, and after the infusion stops, you will know that I didn't lie."

"Make him shut up, Natasha."

"Ah!"

A scream came from the loudspeaker.

Hawk shook his head and refocused his gaze on the five clones that were still boiling.

Soon.

In the cultivation chambers, the boiling liquid began to gradually subside, and at the same time, the red indicator lights on the cloning cultivation chambers turned green at this moment.

Accompanied by mechanical sounds, the liquid in the chambers began to drop at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while.

A clone, following the disappearance of the liquid, had its expression gradually become distorted, appearing very painful, and then its hands almost subconsciously grabbed the equipment covering its nose and mouth. The moment it pulled it off, the cultivation chamber door opened, and the clone inside fell out, and began to breathe heavily.

"Hiss!"

After seeing this scene, Natasha's voice came out, gasping: "Succeeded?"

Hawk didn't speak, his right hand raised slightly, and psychokinesis instantly wrapped the clone that had his face and suspended it in mid-air.

The sixth sense scanned inside and outside this clone.

"Name."

"Al... Al... Allen!"

Suspended in mid-air, having just woken up from a dream, the clone, who found himself controlled, looked at Hawk in front of him and said almost subconsciously.

The voice was dry and immature, looking exactly like the appearance of speaking for the first time.

Natasha was stunned and looked at Dr. Merrick to the side.

"Allen?"

"The memory of an agent. We couldn't extract Hawk's memory, we could only extract the agent's memory, and then write it into the system, and then transmit it to the clone by converting it into neural electrical signals."

"This is the way to create a soul?"

Natasha, listening to Dr. Merrick's explanation, frowned. Although she didn't quite understand, she always felt that something was wrong.

"This is not a soul."

"This is a program."

"Think about Zola. The only difference between these clones and that electronic man Zola is that they have a physical body."

Hawk's voice sounded at this moment.

Natasha, listening to Hawk's words, realized why she always felt something was wrong.

Hawk looked at the suspended clone and chuckled.

"Merrick."

"Let me guess the reason why your previous five clones failed."

"Those five clones, you must have tried to write my memory, but couldn't form a coherent memory, which is why the clones collapsed quickly after activation, right?"

"..."

Natasha looked at Merrick to the side.

Merrick's expression froze.

He swallowed.

"Yes."

"Look, doesn't this look like a program? Having complete memory is a written program, it runs fine, but a missing program runs and quickly collapses."

Hawk said so, and then, without hesitation, looked at the clone suspended in front of him, his eyes crimson, grabbed it, and refined it instantly.

The other four clones on the ground were the same.

Vaporized on the spot.

The next second.

Hawk returned to the command room and continued to say to Natasha: "He just created a memory program, and it was copied from someone else. Creation, he's just copy-pasting."

Yes.

Dr. Merrick's so-called clones were just like this.

He treated the clone as a server, and all he did was copy a memory from someone with complete memory, stuff it into this server, and then light it up.

This is called creation?

Creating my ass.

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