The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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As for the highly random nature of the cloned products, and the fact that they are likely immature, deteriorated, and aberrant variants, that was not within her consideration.

Fran never intended to perfectly replicate the Primarch's genes; it made no sense to her.

Her ultimate goal is to use reverse engineering to study and understand the original's manufacturing process. Obviously, this will be a difficult process, and the results will inevitably be incomplete, perhaps only revealing a part of the original process.

To see the whole leopard through a tube is to only see a part of it.

However, as long as the overall framework and guiding principles are grasped, Fran can use other existing technologies to make up for or even improve the missing parts... and eventually iterate step by step until it can be put into clinical trials.

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Chapter Two: The Order to Servant

Although Fran's operating room is equipped with a full range of biomedical instruments, and she often conducts various studies directly in the operating room... in reality, there are more than one independent specialized laboratory in the Fog Street Clinic.

She would only activate it when conducting special experimental projects with a high risk rating, a long experimental period that was difficult to supervise throughout, or a possibility of breaching containment.

At this moment, Fran stood in the center of the biological laboratory, his gaze calmly fixed on the five large culture chambers neatly arranged, and the tiny embryos quietly suspended within them.

In fact, using the term "culture chamber" to describe the container is not quite accurate, as it carries a certain degree of embellishment.

Strictly speaking, it is an "artificial matrix" composed of mechanical and biomimetic structures.

Cloning of organisms is a complex subject fraught with genetic mysteries; it is by no means a simple matter of copying and pasting.

It requires extracting the somatic cell nucleus of the cloned object and transferring it into the empty egg cell shell to construct a recombinant cell that is both viable and sufficiently intact.

And this is just the simplest preliminary preparation.

After this, a series of procedures such as embryo activation, genome initiation, and implantation and development still need to be completed. Of course, these kinds of problems have been completely solved after Fran contacted a cloning master who claimed to be the progenitor, so there is no need to elaborate further.

She no longer needs to find a natural mother to nurture the embryo; instead, she can use an artificial environment to simulate the entire development process.

This includes the supply of nutrients, oxygen and antibodies, inducing specific organ differentiation, and ensuring the orderly arrangement of differentiated organs.

Without artificial mother technology, each cloning would require finding a suitable surrogate mother or selecting a human individual to create a one-time breeding ground for evil.

While this approach can effectively reduce costs, the trade-off is a longer testing period and a less aesthetically pleasing outcome.

Fran would only consider a less desirable option when he had no other choice.

Since this was purely a biotechnology experiment, she did not invite Sigrid or anyone else to observe. Oh, this is extremely harmful to the physical and mental development of children.

The only one permitted to enter the cloning lab was Tinuvel, the ship AI from the dark age of technology.

"Dr. Fran, are you cloning humans?"

Although she doesn't yet know what's being immersed in these cylindrical culture chambers, she can still make guesses based on information from her database and the various instruments she's seen.

Fran shook her slender index finger in disagreement at her guess.

"They are less like humans and more like some kind of immortal creature with a shell similar to humans. They are more resilient, extraordinary, and perceptive, and possess a perfection in some areas that surpasses the instincts of ordinary creatures."

"Such as leadership, military talent, or psionic gifts."

Upon hearing this, Tinuvel's eyes flickered with an extremely human-like quality.

"Within the known worldview, I have discovered more than one creature that defies common sense in the areas I can observe. These include Sigrid, Luara, and Ms. Shitia, who often wanders outside the clinic."

"Based on your usual naming conventions, this group should be classified as 'mythical creatures'."

She narrated calmly and without inflection, then abruptly changed her tone without warning.

"However, if my deduction is correct, Dr. Fran, what you are cultivating is not a mythical creature on a fundamentalist level. My conclusion is that the embryos in the cultivation chamber now... originate from the somatic cells of some primordial gene."

"After all, your description just now was quite specific."

Upon hearing Tinuvel's words, Fran nodded slightly and then clapped his hands in approval.

"The correct answer, Tinuviel."

"As you concluded, I am attempting to clone a prototype. However, the success of the experiment is not important; my goal is to analyze the prototype's manufacturing process through observation and reverse genetic engineering. Of course, complete reproduction is not necessary; ensuring about 50% integrity is sufficient."

"I see."

Tinuvel's expression remained unchanged, but the personality module had already generated an emotion called "surprise".

Although in the era in which she was born, it was commonplace to meddle with or even trample on the power of the Creator, the attempt to emulate the past of that awe-inspiring and sublime being and to create a demigod-like Primarch... was still a scheme not to be underestimated.

It was within Fran's expectations that Tinuville knew about the Primarch.

This ship AI was born in the ancient and distant Dark Ages of technology, and when Fran found her in a spaceship that could almost be called a planet, it was already the fortieth millennium in the old Terran calendar.

Before being entangled and captured by that wandering, colossal ruin, she had already traversed the Milky Way for tens of thousands of years.

What he saw, heard, knew, and understood far surpassed the ordinary definition of an individual life. Many epic events that can no longer be traced back may have been his personal experiences during his long voyage.

At this point, Fran slightly put his hands behind his back and revealed the true purpose of his invitation to visit the cloning laboratory.

“Sometimes I’m busy with house calls and other things, and I’m not able to manage it all. It may be irresponsible of me to say this, but I hope to entrust this cloning laboratory to Ms. Tinuville.”

"If our agreement is established, your responsibility will be to monitor the vital signs and developmental status of these clones, and to take appropriate emergency control measures in case of any special circumstances."

She didn't prioritize discussing employee benefits and salaries as usual, because Tinuville didn't care about them at all.

As a ship AI that once possessed a complete STC core, trying to impress her with the concept of "wealth" is undoubtedly laughable and even absurd. In a practical sense, she herself is a unique entity whose value cannot be measured.

Tinuville did not respond immediately upon hearing Fran's suggestion.

She is thinking.

Tinuville's personality module is almost perfect. She can analyze the behavioral logic of most individuals from the simplest words and ultimately figure out the core interests hidden beneath the surface.

However, the doctor before me seemed extremely indifferent to utilitarian gains and losses. Her only needs and interests were constantly finding patients she liked and gradually completing the mountain of experimental plans at hand.

A moment later, she gave an answer that was never in doubt.

“I accept your assignment, Dr. Fran. However, I would appreciate it if you could provide me with a specific agreement that can be entered into the database.”

"very good."

After Tinuville gave his consent, Fran took out a pre-written "Employee Labor Contract for Fog Street Clinic" from his sleeve, along with a data file containing the specific agreement items. Clearly, this had been premeditated.

Although the reason for moving this ship AI, along with the entire computing module, from the abandoned spaceship back to the clinic was initially for collection purposes, now that the other party has developed a fairly complete self-personality and expressed a willingness to cooperate...

Fran didn't mind taking care of her resettlement as well.

As for the specific job title, after much thought, "housekeeper" seems to be the most suitable.

The current staffing at Fog Street Clinic is at a suitable level, and she has no intention of further expanding it, so there are no complicated personnel arrangements to consider. The so-called housekeeper is actually a largely unnecessary, nominal position, but it is quite suitable for this person who despises intelligence to fill it.

After a brief scan and connection process, Tinuville entered the agreement into its own database.

She had no objection to the title of "butler" in the detailed entry.

Fran's casual style was evident in the personnel appointments at Fog Street Clinic, with job titles having little to do with actual work projects.

For example, Sister Heda, the head nurse, is primarily engaged in hunting evil creatures, collecting materials in the form of heads, and occasionally acting as a humanoid vehicle for a certain doctor... Sigrid is similar, spending her days in the foundry researching new castings despite being a handmaiden.

My job is to manage the clinic's library, collection room, and special laboratories.

To be honest, Tinuvel had doubts.

Given Dr. Fran's astonishing control over Fog Street, did she really need to hire someone else to manage these things for her? The answer should be no. Yet she did hire herself.

Perhaps, this is simply to give oneself a meaning in existing in this place.

However, compared to humans who are often confused about the future, Tinuvel actually enjoys her current stable state. She is neither confused nor too concerned about what the future holds.

For her, all that was needed was to escape from that fragmented, torn, ravaged, filthy, winding, and chaotic Milky Way.

The world she was born into had long since sunk into despair, to the point that survival itself was a form of torture.

Having witnessed millennia of corruption and madness in the human empire and the entire galaxy, Tinuvel's only desire was to escape. Part One

Leave. Abandon your dignity, your principles, and your unrealistic fantasies. (Neighbor)

To escape this hopeless abyss with all one's might, at any cost, one must give everything. Look no further, turn back; for a sliver of remaining embers, existence itself is the greatest meaning.

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Norlington Main City, The Order of the Mysteries, General Affairs Court.

Alvin sat upright in his office chair, stroking his short, neatly trimmed beard, and remained silent for a moment.

In his hand was a letter from Sister Heda, detailing her experiences over the past two quarters during her time in Gormouth. This included the Nightmare's true identity, the nature of the Calamity in the Fallen City, and the Star Abyss Society's true plot to instigate the Hollows' rampage.

"This is really..."

Alvin rubbed his temples.

He remembered that Sister Heda's trip to Gormouth was solely to obtain the spiritual materials needed for her esoteric studies; there were no other instructions from the General Affairs Court.

Even the pursuit of Nightmare was Bartley's task, not hers.

But Heda not only figured out Nightmare's background, but also went on to hunt him down with Bartley and several other collaborators.

You know, that guy is that troublesome evil monk, Karmion.

Among the information and documents held by the General Affairs Division, he had the most eyewitness accounts of death. However, after each "death," he always seemed to reappear in the same area, as if he would never be finished.

Of course, for those who have not become apostles, life will eventually wither away completely with time.

"It seems that wherever Haida goes, trouble follows. Just like Yaheng, every time she goes to a place, she basically turns it upside down, adding a lot of burden to the cult in cleaning up the mess."

"Could this kind of constitution be hereditary?"

Alvin pursed his lips, his expression somewhat subtle.

That being said, as a former hunter from the Underworld who had worked at the Funeral Parlor, he never believed in such an ethereal thing as fate. When you grip the hilt of a sword, fate is solely in your own hands, and every blade-wielder should be aware of this.

Heda is more likely to get into trouble mainly because of her keen sense of smell inherited from Meredith the wolf, and her special sense of unusual situations.

At the same time, this nun also maintained the same unwavering dedication as a hunter of secrets.

Once a clue is detected, the pursuit will not cease. Once the prey's throat is gripped, the teeth will not be released.

However, the child's experience in Gormouth was still quite horrifying.

Calmion, an incomplete apostle, was troublesome enough; how dangerous would Melvis be? The first type of ritual was set up across the entire first millennium, with nearly one-fifth of the Gormouth people as its node.

The sheer scale of the "Extreme Feast of the Vast Beings" is so immense that it could even summon divine intervention, or sculpt a physical embodiment of the deity.

Fortunately, what the Listeners revered was merely a broken, magnificent corpse. Or perhaps, they were actually worshipping themselves; the remains of the Abyss Well were, to them, closer to a sacrificial offering to the highest level of existence.

No wonder it alarmed two of the four ministers at once.

However, such events that could potentially rewrite the course of history are less likely to occur when the chief hunter is absent. Often, the more dangerous and brutal the stench of blood, the more likely this guy is to be drawn to it… He's like a harbinger of doom, arriving only with the scent of death.

“If we only consider merits, Haida is more than qualified to be promoted back to supervisor. But this is too fast, even faster than Yaheng.”

Alvin rubbed his slightly stinging knee, seemingly unbothered by it.

The supervisory positions are further subdivided, with qualified senior funeral hunters being called "Imperial Decree Attendants," and the head of general affairs being called "Imperial Decree Attendants." Similarly, the Secret Service holds the "Concealment Decree," while the Medical Service holds the "Healing Decree."

Promotions at this level cannot be decided by Alvin alone; they must be discussed by the General Affairs Council.

At the same time, final approval may be required from the Secretary of General Affairs.

Before the Great Plague, the reason why Yaheng, who was not yet thirty years old, and the Medical Secretary were able to become one of the four chiefs was mainly due to the support of the Secretary of General Affairs.

He sacrificed himself for the cult and obliterated all his remaining essence, thus falling into an ugly state of being neither truly dead nor truly alive. In exchange, he gained the first type of enlightenment ritual and the final decision-making power over all important matters.

Looking at the course of history from the beginning of the millennium to the Great Plague, the decisions of successive Secretaries of State have never been wrong, preventing the Hunters from collapsing more than once. Their orders required no explanation to anyone; the hunters had no choice but to obey.

“Sister Haida’s problem is not for me to consider. Compared to that, little Vivian needs more attention.”

Alvin narrowed his eyes and glanced at another task description on the desk.

In addition to Vivian's own description, the report included a comprehensive evaluation from Supervisor Bartley and the Secret Service. As an agent, her intelligence work was virtually impeccable.

Develop informants within the Six-Eyed Raven's Raiders, one of whom later saves Bartley from a deadly attack. Establish a corresponding regional intelligence network, secretly assist High Priest Ravenfeather in Mordway's covert war, and steal something important from the Star Abyss Society's secret realm.

Hmm... luxurious and dazzling, so much so that Alvin found it hard to associate this mission briefing with Vivian.

It seems like just last year she was timidly being reprimanded in her office because of the Secret Service's intelligence failure, her eyes looking as innocent as a trembling baby quail.

Furthermore, this confidential assessment letter is also somewhat strange.

Alvin had inquired with Silverfeather Hydra, and it turned out that the Secret Service currently only had a few clandestine intelligence outposts in Gormouth, making information transmission inefficient. Logically, they shouldn't be able to provide a mission description for Vivian so quickly… or even if they didn't, it would be quite normal.

Considering that the Secretary of State was also in Mordwell, he couldn't help but doubt the source of the assessment letter.

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