Chapter 309: Chapter 309: Diary (Epistolary)
In a daze, Zoe Pierce seemed to see the doctor from Planet B36 again.
To be honest, she couldn’t remember the Beta doctor’s name, but she vividly recalled the sight of her running headlong into the Xenobeast Tide.
Without a doubt, this wasn’t something that could be motivated by self-interest alone. Everyone was striving for the same goal.
This was their faith.
Sensing the slight change in Zoe Pierce’s expression, Miles Sherman glanced over. "What’s wrong?"
Zoe Pierce was surprised that Miles had noticed her state so quickly. She then lowered her voice and said, "I was just wondering, is The Federation’s treatment of Betas really enough to make them this dissatisfied?"
Since she’d arrived in this world, she had been an Omega, and the people around her were mostly Alphas and Omegas.
She had rarely paid attention to how Betas were treated.
Although she often only remembered she was an Omega when she touched her glands, and had made a fool of herself a few times when she had amnesia.
But from start to finish, she had only ever been met with kindness.
Even when she was just an ordinary Omega, she had received plenty of preferential treatment.
Everyone was living their normal lives, and in her own past, she had never felt the struggles of Betas. Her days were just ordinary, devoid of any turmoil.
But since the tournament, she had been gradually getting closer to this group of Betas.
She had witnessed the Betas’ madness and terror, but also their capabilities and perseverance.
The Betas in this organization were individuals, too.
No one present could answer Zoe Pierce’s question.
Among them, besides Zoe Pierce, who had contact with Beta doctors because of her constitution, everyone else’s doctors were Alphas.
In the recruitment for Nathan Lockwood’s hospital, most of the lower-level employees were Betas.
And Chase Shaw’s family Mecha business was a complete monopoly for Alphas; it was impossible for there to be any Betas.
Zoe Pierce wasn’t surprised. She herself was a beneficiary of the system. Without so much suffering around her, how could she have ever noticed this problem?
She sighed and continued flipping through the pages.
Star Calendar 4003, 7.23
A day ago, we successfully stripped a Xenobeast of its spiritual power. It’s a frequency, a wavelength that cannot exist independently and is in a constant state of flux.
The Xenobeast, deprived of its spiritual power, died on the spot.
And that wavelength also vanished after only a few hours.
We don’t know if the experiment counts as a failure.
The day before, we were so happy we wanted to pop champagne to celebrate.
But now we can’t bring ourselves to smile. Director Donovan said this is normal. Experiments involve thousands of failures, but as long as there’s a little progress each time, it holds decisive meaning for the future.
Even if Alphas were conducting the experiment, it wouldn’t be smooth sailing.
He was encouraging us, probably because he could see our morale was a bit low.
I can only force myself to look forward.
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Star Calendar 4003, 8.4
My diary is becoming less of a diary and more of a monthly journal.
It’s probably because I’m not the type to keep a diary. I only remember to write when my emotions are extreme.
During this time, we’ve been frantically stripping the spiritual power from Xenobeasts.
Then we discovered that the stripped spiritual power almost always has the same wavelength.
Director Donovan proposed an idea: if we could get Betas to simulate this wavelength, could we also possess spiritual power?
It’s a crazy idea.
But it was enough to make a desire to experiment immediately surge within us.
Of course, someone else proposed another idea.
Can spiritual power be transferred between Xenobeasts? What would happen if you took the spiritual power stripped from one Xenobeast and attached it to another that doesn’t have any?
If that’s feasible, then could Betas directly take possession of a Xenobeast’s spiritual power?
After all, compared to simulating a spiritual power wavelength, Xenobeasts with spiritual power are obviously easier to find.
We’re about to split into two groups to conduct experiments.
I chose the latter group, although I have no idea if it will succeed.
Wish me luck.
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Star Calendar 4003.9.25
It really has become a monthly journal. Hahaha, I’m laughing through the bitterness.
The experiment has hit another dead end. Transplanting spiritual power causes the recipient Xenobeast—one that originally couldn’t use it—to mutate, become extremely frenzied, and ultimately die.
The mortality rate is almost one hundred percent.
Under these circumstances, we can’t even begin to think about what the effect would be on a Beta.
But the spiritual power was indeed transplanted. Having seen a glimmer of hope, everyone grits their teeth and continues to experiment day and night.
I hope tomorrow is a little better.
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Star Calendar 4003.9.30
Good news, the mortality rate has dropped.
But we discovered that if we mix the Xenobeast’s genes with those of a normal animal, it can maintain a delicate three-way balance, preserving the traits of the spiritual power, the Xenobeast itself, and the normal animal.
However, we can’t choose a Xenobeast of too high a level, because their genes are too dominant and completely resist genetic modification and transplantation.
Things went smoothly today, yay~
We made a little progress.
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Star Calendar 4003.10.5
Our base is near the sea, and there are many marine creatures. We’ve experimented on almost all of them.
Following our previous discovery, after adding the genes of marine life, the Xenobeasts did indeed become hydrophilic.
They can adapt to life in the ocean.
The project was immediately halted.
We also felt it was too dangerous. Creating a Xenobeast that can adapt to the ocean, even if it’s not that strong, is terrifying enough.
If one were to accidentally return to the sea, it would be a disaster.
No one knows what consequences it could cause on the ocean floor, or if it would mutate again.
We just want to make life better for Betas, not destroy all of humanity.
I like this decision, but I can see that some of my colleagues are unhappy about stopping the project.
It’s normal. After all, we’ve invested so much time into it; the sunk cost is very high.
But this also opens up a new line of thought. I know some colleagues will be assigned to research land animals and conduct Xenobeast modification experiments.
Land-based Xenobeasts, no matter what, are controllable.
They will leave this base and go to other planets.
I have a new choice.
Join Director Donovan’s team, or follow the others to study land animals.
These are two different directions. One has become Xenobeast research, the other is Beta research.
The moment we discovered that Xenobeasts needed animal genes mixed in, I actually had my answer.
Because it’s impossible to add animal genes to a person.
The balance can’t be maintained.
This path is a dead end. I choose to join Director Donovan’s team.
I still want to change the fate of Betas.
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Reading up to this point, Zoe Pierce finally understood why the dead Xenobeast corpses existed in the joint-exam cave and during the friendly match.
This laboratory seemed more like the source of it all.
Researchers are all a bunch of brilliant madmen. You could tell just from the marine experiments.
It felt like a stretch to say the people in this Terrorist Organization had principles.
Zoe Pierce glanced at the later entries.
Most of the middle section was records of failures in simulating the wavelength. The entries contained less information than the earlier ones and were mostly just expressions of emotion.
Only in the later stages did things start to change again.
