Chapter 104

Because as a Foundation researcher, he might have to personally preside over the research projects of his brother and sister, aggravating their pain.

Just thinking about this kind of thing feels very scary.

……

Jarilo-VI.

After eating and drinking, Dr. Bright sent Sampo back to the surface.

And, at the time of departure, he gave the other party an additional 648 Stellar Jades as compensation to demonstrate the Foundation’s humanitarian care.

According to the Administrator.

In fact, it is indeed so.

After receiving 648, Sampo was at least very happy on the surface.

Then he ran away, as if there was some monster in the base that would eat people.

No, there really is a monster that eats people in the base…

Dr. Bright smiled and shook his head, returned to the underground, opened a somewhat remote secret door, and walked into it.

As soon as he entered, countless viewers were shocked by the scene inside.

Inside, there were dense, semi-transparent jars, and in each jar, a human figure similar to Dr. Bright’s appearance was floating.

There were toddler versions, teenage versions, and adult versions.

Each one was a clone of Dr. Bright.

They were floating quietly in the nutrient solution, seemingly in eternal slumber.

The audience’s doubts were solved: why did the second Dr. Bright appear in the palace not long after the first Dr. Bright was eaten.

Dr. Bright only needed to put SCP-963 on a clone, and he would have completed a reincarnation.

After that, the life and death of the first Dr. Bright were no longer so important.

And at the same time.

With Dr. Bright’s entry, several maids dressed in complex court costumes walked to his side, undressed him, and changed him into the set used for daily research.

On the side.

Several male servants and maids lifted a maid onto the workbench together.

The maid’s body was covered in blood; not only was a large piece of her beautiful clothes red, but there was also a lot of it solidified on her skin.

Just when the audience was wondering what the others were going to do.

The next moment.

The crowd surrounding her removed the blood-stained limbs from her body and tore off the skin stained with blood.

Thus, another batch of viewers was scared to faint.

It’s just that the maid didn’t show any discomfort.

She didn’t even frown.

Because she is an android.

As the camera moved, the audience was able to see the truth.

The parts where the skin was torn off, the body underneath was transparent, and one could see the internal bionic muscles, various cables, and metal skeletons.

And other androids were cleaning the blood in the joints with anhydrous ethanol, while others brought sprays and sprayed repair materials on the parts where the skin was missing.

……

“Good guy! Clones! No wonder the second Dr. Bright looked no different from the first Dr. Bright except for being a little younger.”

“Clones, androids, I now understand what Dr. Bright said to Sampo before. Strictly speaking, Dr. Bright is not a human, Fernand and the androids are not humans either. The entire Foundation base has only one real human, Sampo!”

“I have to say, Dr. Bright played SCP-963 to the fullest, as long as he can endure”

“#Check Dr. Bright’s mental state.”

“Judging from Dr. Bright’s performance, I am very worried about his mental state, especially after he can change his body at will, has the ethical concept of being a human in his heart wavered?”

“These don’t matter, being able to change bodies at will is super cool, okay? Once the current body has a disease, just change to a brand new one, and stay away from illness from now on.”

“But according to the file record of SCP-963, the memory of the death process will also be recorded, so, does anyone really want to witness their own death again and again? Is this a bit psychopathic?”

……

Just when the audience was discussing, the picture on the light screen suddenly turned.

The rows of culture jars and the floating Dr. Bright clones disappeared.

The busy androids also disappeared with the picture.

Replacing them was an empty, spacious white room.

In the center of the room was a bed that looked very soft, and a man wearing a white coat was lying on it.

He was wearing a helmet-like device on his head, and the indicator light was flashing, indicating that this instrument was working.

He seemed to be sleeping very soundly, his breathing was long and steady, and there was even a slight snoring sound.

A moment later.

“Click—creak—”

The sound of twisting the doorknob and pushing open the door sounded one after another.

Immediately after, it was the sound of leather shoe heels hitting the floor.

“Tap, tap.”

A man wearing a white coat appeared in the picture.

He also looked like a researcher, but he was wearing a black top hat on his head, and a few strands of yellow hair poked out from under the brim.

What was most surprising was that he was also carrying a shotgun on his back.

He stood in front of the bed, his tone slightly frivolous:

“Asleep? Bright?”

Bright? Is it another Dr. Bright?

Herta frowned.

With so many Dr. Brights existing, wouldn’t there be any conflict between them?

Wouldn’t there be any ethical problems?

The man called Bright didn’t move, his breathing was still long, and the slight snoring sound remained.

At this time, only heard the man of unknown identity smile and change his wording:

“Bright, the Administrator promised to help you lock Kondraki into SCP-963.”

“!”

The man called Bright reacted immediately.

He turned over and sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Afterward, he slowly took off his helmet, revealing his true appearance.

He had brown curly hair, green eyes, and his cheeks were extremely thin, as if he could die at any time.

“Really?” Bright asked.

But as soon as this was said, he shook his head, denying himself, “How is that possible.”

He raised his green eyes and stared at the visitor:

“Hard to believe, I actually believed your nonsense for a moment, Clef.”

“You guy, on issues other than SCPs, you are a complete liar. How could I make such a low-level mistake.”

When the camera gave to Clef, there was only a very large nose and a Cheshire Cat-like grinning face in the picture.

The rest of his face was blurry.

I don’t know if the Foundation did it on purpose, or if Clef has some supernatural power that can interfere with the picture.

Clef didn’t pick up the conversation, just leaned against the wall and asked with a smile:

“How is the experiment going?”

Bright put the helmet aside:

“Everything is going well. The clone took the Foundation’s edited memories and identity as its real experience.”

“The newly copied SCP-963 can also work normally, and it doesn’t affect the memory of my copy.”

Saying that, Bright took out a beautiful ornament and looked at it with a complex expression.

It had thirteen bright brilliant-cut diamonds, surrounding an oval ruby in a starburst shape.

It was also an SCP-963.