The scenes flashed back rapidly, a montage like hell.
Repeated "death" scenarios: lethal injection, organ removal, extreme environmental exposure, genetic collapse... Each time, Dr. 062 and his team, based on rigorous data and physiological indicators, concluded that C-136 had no chance of survival.
But each time, just as the "termination" symbol was about to be marked in the record book, C-136 would inexplicably "recover" in some incredible way.
Sometimes it was a stopped heart inexplicably restarting, sometimes the function of failing organs miraculously recovering, and sometimes even consciousness re-coalescing after seemingly irreversible brain death.
There was no pattern, no warning, and it could not be explained by any known biological, medical, or even supernatural theories.
It was like an unruly, unreasonable "error" forcefully correcting the inevitable outcome of "death."
In the laboratory's record book, the "death" records for C-136 were always followed by a huge question mark and the note "survived."
This "accident" continued for hundreds of times. From initial shock to later numbness.
Until the 176th test—we repeatedly switched C-136 between absolute zero and ultra-high temperature ten times, and the recorder confirmed that its atomic structure had completely disintegrated.
Three hours later, he smiled at us from inside the nutrient tank.
At that moment, numbness turned into a deep, unspeakable fear.
What we faced was not life, but an "error."
The scene switched to the night C-136 escaped.
In Dr. 062's memory, everything was normal that day.
Suddenly, all surveillance footage of C-136 (Victor)'s cell and C-137 (Carnage)'s container turned into static at the same second—the system log showed an "unknown instantaneous fault," lasting exactly one minute.
In that one minute, a series of "coincidences" occurred: the alloy cell door lock for C-136, which required a triple dynamic password and physical key, "just happened" to fail due to "metal fatigue," and was opened by C-136's clumsy method.
The reinforced glass container imprisoning C-137, capable of resisting heavy weapon attacks, "just happened" to develop "stress cracks" invisible to the naked eye, and was easily broken by C-136.
And the guard squad, which should have patrolled every five minutes, "just happened" to all leave the area due to a hastily called, irrelevant briefing.
When surveillance resumed a minute later, C-136 and C-137 had merged and begun their Carnage.
Although previous compatibility tests showed zero compatibility between C-136 and C-137, making fusion theoretically impossible, they succeeded.
It was as if an invisible hand had paved all paths for them in that one-minute "blind spot."
The last memory fragment was Dr. 062 personally piercing the heart of Victor Black with an energy weapon.
Watching the young man fall to the ground, his life force rapidly draining, Dr. 062 was filled with the complex emotion of "finally ending this error."
However, when he subsequently tracked Victor's hiding place and saw that crude "heart," haphazardly pieced together by Carnage from industrial waste and symbiote tissue, clumsily but continuously beating in Victor's chest, Dr. 062's conviction completely collapsed.
On the light screen, Dr. 062's holographic projection's face was distorted, no longer with anger, but with a horror akin to enlightenment.
His inner voice rang out like a narration, filled with the emptiness after shock:
"I understand... I finally understand. This isn't some superpower, not a mutation, not even any form of power we comprehend."
"If I must give it a name... I'm afraid it can only be called 'Miracle.' A power that brutally, illogically turns 'impossible' into 'possible.'"
"My first thought was ecstasy—my path to evolution needs this power! To turn the impossible of evolution into possible, this is the ultimate key!"
"But I quickly overturned that damned idea... No, that's wrong. Can something achieved by 'Miracle' still be called 'evolution'? Evolution should be rigorous, reproducible, based on rules and accumulation!"
"What is 'Miracle'? God's mercy? Fate's charity? It's cheating without any reason! It negates effort, negates laws, negates... everything we pursue!"
Dr. 062's face showed an expression of extreme resistance and disgust.
"I must conceal it! Evolution should be a arduous climb, an epic of survival of the fittest! Not... not this cheap, heaven-sent 'divine grace'!"
"If the Council knew, they would pounce on this power like dogs chasing a bone, and our lifelong pursuit of evolution, built on blood and fire, would become a joke! A joke waiting for God to roll the dice!"
"At that time, the organization's ideals will completely split, and our scientific path of evolution will become a ridiculous farce chasing miracles! The entire organization will fall apart because of it!"
The memory fragment ended abruptly.
The room was dead silent. Dr. 077 slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his gaze was chillingly clear and... filled with a deeper longing.
"So that's it... 'Miracle'..."
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