Chapter 188

Because as a Foundation researcher, he might have to personally preside over the projects researching his brother and sister, exacerbating their suffering.

This kind of thing, just thinking about it, feels very scary.

……

Jarilo-VI.

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

And, at the time of departure, he gave the other party an extra 648 Stellar Jades as compensation, to highlight the Foundation's humanitarian care.

According to the Administrator.

648 Stellar Jades, no matter when or where, is one of the effective means to resolve conflicts.

In fact, it is indeed so.

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

Subsequently, he ran away in a flash, as if there were some man-eating monster in the base.

No, there really is a man-eating monster in the base…

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

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

Inside were densely packed translucent 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 replica of Dr. Bright.

They floated quietly in the nutrient solution, seemingly in eternal slumber.

The audience's doubts were subsequently resolved: why, after the first Dr. Bright was eaten, the second Dr. Bright appeared in the palace not long after.

The first Dr. Bright only needed to put 'SCP-963' on a clone, and he was equivalent to completing a reincarnation.

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

And meanwhile.

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

On the side.

Several manservants and maids together lifted a maid onto the workbench.

The maid's body was covered in blood; not only was her beautiful dress covered in red, but there was also a lot of it congealed 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 into fainting.

Only, the maid didn't show the slightest discomfort.

She didn't even frown.

Because she was an android.

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

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 using absolute ethanol to clean the accumulated blood in the joints, while others brought sprayers to spray repair materials onto 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 bit younger."

"Clones, androids—I now understand what that sentence Dr. Bright said to Sampo earlier meant. Strictly speaking, Dr. Bright isn't a human, Fernand and the androids aren't humans either; the entire Foundation base, from beginning to end, only has Sampo as a real human!"

"Have to say, Dr. Bright has played 'SCP-963' to the hilt, as long as one can endure—"

"#Query Dr. Bright's mental state."

"From Dr. Bright's performance, I am quite worried about his mental state, especially after he can change bodies 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 pain forever."

"But according to the file records 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 heatedly, the picture on the light screen suddenly turned.

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

The busy androids also disappeared along with the picture.

Replacing them was an empty, spacious white room.

In the center of the room was a bed that looked very soft, on which lay a man wearing a white lab coat.

On his head was a device similar to a helmet, and the indicator light was flashing constantly, indicating that this instrument was working.

He seemed to be sleeping very soundly, his breathing 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 following was the sound of leather shoe heels clicking on the floor.

"Tap, tap."

A man wearing a white lab coat appeared in the picture.

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

The most surprising thing was that he also carried a shotgun on his back.

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

"Asleep? Bright?"

Bright? Could it be another Dr. Bright?

Herta frowned.

With so many Dr. Brights in existence, wouldn't there be conflicts between them?

Wouldn't there be ethical problems?

The man called Bright didn't move; his breathing remained long, and the slight snoring sound continued.

At this time, the man of unknown identity laughed and changed his tune:

"Bright, the Administrator promised to help you lock Kondraki into 'SCP-963'."

"!"

The man called Bright reacted immediately.

He rolled over and sat up 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 extremely thin cheeks, as if he could die at any moment.

"Really?" Bright asked.

But as soon as he said this, he shook his head, denying it himself, "How is that possible."

He raised his green eyes and stared at the newcomer:

"Hard to believe, I actually believed your nonsense for a second, 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 turned 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.

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 progressing?"

Bright put the helmet aside:

"Everything is going smoothly; the clone took the Foundation's edited memories and identity as its true experience."

"The newly replicated 'SCP-963' also works normally, and it doesn't affect the memories of this one of mine."

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

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

It was also an 'SCP-963'.