Chapter 241 The Root of All Evil
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Stella Biotechnology’s CEO, Ian Russell, was sitting for an interview with a reporter.
”Mr. Russell, your company’s whitening drug, born from genetic manipulation technology, is being condemned worldwide. Could we hear your thoughts on that?”
”Worldwide, you say? And where exactly is it condemned?” Ian gave a crooked smile, his tone dripping with scorn. “That kind of phrasing sounds malicious. Our new drug, Whitewash, created through genome pharmaceutical technology, continues to save people who suffer because of their dark skin. The fact that it’s breaking global sales records—that is proof enough, don’t you think?”
The reporter frowned. “Saving them? To me, it sounds as though you’re saying having dark skin is itself bad. Isn’t the real problem not the color of skin, but the discrimination that society creates against it?”
”That way of thinking,” the reporter pressed, “is exactly why people call you a racist.”
Ian only shook his head. “I don’t see it that way.”
”Even Black people have the right to become White. What you’re saying sounds like you want to deny them that choice. Look at Michael Jackson—he went through surgeries again and again until he became White, didn’t he?”
The reporter shot back, voice rising. “That’s false! He had vitiligo—a disease that makes skin lose its pigment! He never wanted to become White!”
Ian’s face flushed red. “That’s just your opinion, isn’t it?!”
”It’s not an opinion—it’s fact!”
The two argued heatedly, voices clashing in the room:
”No one knows if he wanted to stay Black or not!”
”Stop twisting it! That’s not what this is about!”
Finally, breathless and frustrated, Ian cut the fight short. “Anyway, what I want to say is this: dark skin can cause disadvantages in jobs and opportunities. That’s the reality! Tch!”
Just then, his secretary whispered something into his ear. Ian rose quickly from his seat.
”Excuse me—I have an important meeting with a senior government bureaucrat. What an insolent reporter you are! I’ll never accept another interview from such a far-left hack again, damn it!”
Still seething, he boarded his private helicopter, then switched to his personal jet at the airport, leaving the scene behind.
Days later, inside a Stella Biotechnology research facility, Ian personally guided a delegation of senior American government officials. His motive was clear: to dispel the baseless suspicion that he was guilty of treason.
”I know nothing about Russia’s collapsing government or the schemes of Russians,” he insisted for what felt like the hundredth time. “As for the Baltic States’ conglomerates—we’re from the same region, so we have a business partnership. That’s all! They demanded, ‘If you’ve got nothing to hide, show us your facility.’ So here we are! What a nuisance!”
Still, showing them around the site was not a problem in itself.
Walking down the corridor, one of the bureaucrats asked, “What exactly is the purpose of this facility?”
”The purpose? That’s simple. To ensure the survival of Chosen Humanity and to move the many creatures God created to other planets.”
He spread his arms as he explained, his voice heavy with conviction.
”As you know, the oil on Earth will eventually run out. Some fools believe oil is infinite, but they confuse recoverable years with profitability. In truth, humanity already used up most of the high-quality oil between the 1990s and the early 21st century.”
”Now we’re so desperate that we must count Venezuela’s ultra-heavy crude oil as usable petroleum. That’s how cornered we are.”
”Do you know what petroleum really is? It’s the remains of algae that thrived in the seas long before dinosaurs even existed. Trapped in mud and shale under the ocean, broken into hydrogen and carbon—it’s the fossil sunlight of an ancient Earth.”
He tapped his chest for emphasis.
”Thanks to that stored energy from ages of solar activity, humanity built its machine civilization. But no matter how advanced science becomes, we still haven’t found a substitute for this immense, condensed, safe energy.”
The officials exchanged looks. One of them finally challenged him.
”Is that really true? There are technologies now that generate synthetic oil from CO2. And what about solar power?”
Ian sighed, visibly irritated.
”To make synthetic oil, you need enormous electricity. Uranium for nuclear plants isn’t infinite either! Just the power scale alone makes it unviable. As for solar panels—they don’t last long. Recycling them requires transport and maintenance costs that outweigh the benefits.”
”Right now, solar power only exists because oil profits are covering its losses. The more solar energy we produce, the more red ink we drown in.”
”Petroleum is unique because nature did the job for us—gathering scattered algae through gravity and pressure into condensed energy. Even today’s science can’t cheaply collect widely scattered energy without going into the red.”
”Hydroelectric power is the only partial exception. But dams can only be built in limited places. And even then, when you transmit electricity through power lines, you lose energy to joule heat. That’s why we need so many power plants nationwide.”
”As for hydrogen—it has potential, yes. But any substitute for oil must be safe, easy to store in large amounts, and instantly usable when needed. Nothing else measures up.”
Of course, the much-anticipated nuclear fusion power exists. But with current fusion technology, it demands rare resources and extremely advanced engineering.”
Russell spread his hands wide, voice heavy with conviction.
”This facility was founded exactly for that reason—to address these problems. If fusion never becomes profitable, we’ll need research to sustain and supplement a stable society.”
One of the senior bureaucrats suddenly pointed ahead, his face twisted with unease.
”Ah… to sustain society… does that creepy thing count too?”
Everyone froze. Inside a pod marked with the Alyurein logo rested an infant. Across the top, a name was inscribed: Viness.
Ian caught their gaze and smiled thinly.
”Ah, of course. Seeing it the first time must be shocking, right? This is one of our company’s greatest achievements—a biocomputer fetus, created with cutting-edge genetic manipulation. Incredible, isn’t it? Without even being aware of it, she can adjust proteins, extend telomeres, and embody what humanity has always dreamed of—immortality itself. I was thrilled when we finally achieved it.”
His voice dropped. “Sadly, the technology doesn’t work on those already born…”
A bureaucrat frowned. “Why a biocomputer? Wouldn’t AI have been enough?”
Russell snorted.
”AI? At the end of the day, it’s just a calculator. No matter how sophisticated, it’s still only a machine. On Terra 3, where unpredictable situations are bound to happen, you need something with judgment like a human—and a real body to act. That’s what a biocomputer provides. And yes, they’re all designed female, because women are believed to excel at parallel thought and multitasking.”
He leaned closer, lowering his voice.
”And you all know this already—this plan has been pushed forward by the shadow government you represent. It began years ago when NASA discovered Planet Terra 3, about 3.6 quintillion light-years away, with an environment nearly identical to Earth’s.”
His eyes gleamed with dangerous pride.
”Population keeps growing. Global warming… then cooling. Not even our most advanced technology can stop what’s coming. That’s why we launched the Elysion Project. The question was simple: how do we let at least the bureaucrats, the politicians, the wealthy escape Earth? Many military experiments failed. We can’t move faster than light—not by billions of times. Impossible, right?”
He smirked.
”Unless… we don’t use spaceships at all. If we can bend spacetime—warp it with force fields—why bother breaking the light barrier? We could link Earth directly to another world. But… the power needed was enormous. And secrecy was essential.”
”So we needed something more covert, more cost-effective. That’s when I devised a new method: convert consciousness and bodies into particle data, launch them past light speed with an accelerator, and then use our advanced genome technology to reconstruct them from the data—completely, perfectly. Hard? Of course. But we succeeded.”
He laughed quietly.
”It would never have worked without anomalies Earth already showed us—gravitational distortions, the spacetime transfer airship recovered at Area 51, and the quantum engine we reverse-engineered. Those gifts made completion possible.”
Warming to his own glory, Ian became more talkative.
”Already, a vanguard led by Viktor—a designer child who defected from Belarus to Latvia—has been sent. By now, on Terra 3, they must be turning the entire planet into a computer. After all, a planet has its own magnetic field. With the Pyrenees Corporation’s terraforming technology, transforming it into a vast storage device is trivial.”
His voice rose with excitement.
”Just imagine—when you arrive, it’ll be like stepping into a game world. Thanks to our biotechnology, everyone’s biological data will appear before their eyes, just like in a HUD. And that’s not all!
If diversity is a problem—why not remove it? On Terra 3, political correctness won’t matter anymore. Every digitized body will come out with pale skin. Everyone will look like the most handsome or beautiful faces among Whites and East Asians. Finally—true equality!”
The answer Ian Russell reached was madness… but it was still an answer.
Yet even he had not foreseen what awaited.
That Terra 3 held an unknown form of free energy.
That it could cause phenomena like magic.
That such power would be granted only to overseers—and they would become the new ruling class.
That Alyurein’s planned bloc of nations fractured when Russell secretly colluded with Yugan (a remnant of Russia), Iran, Turkey, and India’s Brahmin caste to form Lusrith. Those former enemy states had already gotten ahead, creating their own order in distant regions.
That when contact was attempted, every human colonist there had already been slaughtered—and the land overrun by genetically enhanced animals with terrifying intelligence.
That Earth-born creatures, exposed to the new free energy, grew massive and violent.
That some biocomputers went berserk, spawning monstrous beasts and demonfolk ceaselessly.
That despite these external threats, humanity still failed to unite, and wars among themselves turned advanced science into lost technology.
That democracy itself eventually collapsed, reverting into a feudal system as power reorganized.
And so the question remained:
Was Ian Russell’s vision of perfect equality truly a paradise—
or only the beginning of a new hell?
Notes:
• Ian Russell – A foreign-born human mercenary who first appears at Aran Fortress under Imperial contract. Calm and pragmatic, he fights for pay, avoids politics, and never meets Kanata.
• Viness – Goddess in the Holy Kingdom of Alyurein.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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