Not A God

Chapter 44

[Mechanical Age: Endless Ferry]

It's been a long day on the ship.

At least it was for Sturgill, who, before he got on board, was a working man exhausted by his job, travelling to and from the major cities for various orders from the company. Before he came on board, he was a working man who travelled from city to city and, in this case, to the capital on business. He was supposed to take a flight, but due to flight problems, he had to take a boat instead. This is why the situation is so bad today.

"I don't know when this day is going to end ......"

Leaning against the deck railing, Sturgill's expression was vacant as he looked at the turquoise sea and the endless sea level in the distance, a little confused.

It had been half a month since he had entered this ship. It had been half a month since he had entered the ship, and the strange fleshy mass had not appeared again, and there was no other crew on board except the original bionic man and them, the mechanical men. How the ship worked was still beyond Sturgill's comprehension.

Later, he discovered that some strange force was at work on the ship, some supernatural force that produced food out of thin air in the dining room every day. The food was varied, from bionic to robotic. Although they wondered where the food came from and questioned the safety of the food, the robots ate it along with the bionic people in order to save their lives.

Later, with nothing else to do but eat, the robots began to look for a way to escape. He and the other robots tried various ways to survive. Some jumped into the sea, only to be lost beneath the surface; others tried to get into the cockpit and change the ship's course, only to be stopped by the bionics, and even to have a fight between them. It was here that Sturgill really realised the unusual nature of the bionic people on this ship.

The Bionic people on the ship seemed to have some kind of malice towards the Mechanics, unlike the Bionic people who served the Mechanics as their masters in their daily lives and were so powerful and physically strong that the Mechanics could not defeat them and had to give up trying to fight them. Moreover, he noticed that the bionic people had some kind of incredible worship and faith in the strange and disgusting fleshy mass that had appeared at the beginning. The look of fervour almost made Sturgill think that they had developed something like feelings that only robots could have.

"It should be programmed ......," Sturgill muttered after a moment's contemplation. It should be a setting that the people behind this ship had implanted in these bionics, causing them to change their perception of the world and even become hostile to their creator, the cyborg. The man at the controls of this ship was a complete and horrible sociopath. The more Sturgill thinks about it, the more he realises that this is a conspiracy that hides a myriad of secrets, and? The truth behind this could be unbelievably horrific. Why change the bionic people's perceptions, why modify their bodies to make them so powerful, and why make them contain such deep hostility towards cyborgs and believe in a monster-like thing.

"What is the supernatural power on the ship, or is it some kind of newly developed space technology ......"

All this abnormality was like an unsolved mystery, leaving Sturgill too deep in it to explore it clearly. He looked worried, and his electronic eyes glowed red with anxiety. Only the bionic man called Mernak remained sane on this ship, not completely in the grip of the unknown force.Sturgill remembered that Mernak, a bionic man whose looks were unexpected to his liking, was the only bionic man on the ship who was friendly to the machines, and the only way he could find out the truth. As Sturgill was thinking, just then, Monarc came up to him with a faint smile on his face and asked him with concern why he was here and if he was unwell. Sturgill looked at the bionic man in front of him, with his deep features and gentle smile, and still could not resist asking.He asked Monarc why he was so friendly to the mechanical people, instead of ignoring them with the same coldness as his companions. Monarc's narrow, deep eyes curved up slightly, and he smiled a warm, friendly smile, like the first warm sun of early winter, dazzling and beautiful. Sturgill had always felt that this bionic man's smile carried a strange beauty, a beauty that transcended gender and race, a beauty so pure that any species could not help but be drawn to it.