A loud noise woke Tom up from his drowsiness. He rubbed his swollen head and felt that he might not have slept well last night.
When he opened his eyes and looked up, he saw that most of the others were in the same state.
This made Tom lament that sleeping on the boat was really uncomfortable.
It's just that compared to the previous life that was precarious due to the leakage of the T-virus, although sleeping on the ship is not very comfortable and it is easy to have an uneasy sleep, it is still much safer than facing the threat of zombies every day and dying at any time.
As a former U.S. Navy pilot who once served on an aircraft carrier, he is actually quite accustomed and adaptable to life at sea.
It's just that as a carrier-based aircraft pilot who was worth more than gold in the past, he had a relatively comfortable cabin on the aircraft carrier, instead of sleeping in a hammock with other people like he does now.
But this is all in the past. It is no longer easy to survive in this doomsday. Compared with pilots, perhaps the fourth class of the Marine Corps is more popular.
Getting up from the low and narrow hammock, Tom was about to wash up when he saw a manager suddenly came over and asked loudly: "Are there any soldiers among you? Navy, Army, Air Force, National Guard?"
It will be all right!"
"I'm from the navy, and I used to be a pilot. What's the matter?" Hearing that he was looking for soldiers, although there had been no military since the disaster, Tom still stood up.
Two army soldiers stood up with him, and the three of them stood in front of the managers.
"According to the regulations of the camp, all survivors need to re-register their identity information. The arrangements for soldiers and ordinary civilians are different. We need people who know how to use weapons and have received military training." The manager asked the names of the three people and added
It was recorded in the book, and then the reason was explained to the three people.
Tom and the other two didn't think anything of it, but Tom still asked curiously: "Is there any mission for selecting soldiers?"
"Let's not talk about missions. According to the regulations of the camp, people who have received military training will be assigned to patrol teams. The patrol teams are responsible for finding and rescuing more survivors, and are also responsible for the defense and security of the camp, but where exactly they will go remains unclear.
It depends on the allocation from above." When the manager heard that Tom was a pilot, he put an emphasis on his name: "Pilots are in short supply now. We have found a lot of planes, but there are not enough pilots.
Come and get them moving, so you'll definitely be assigned to the air force."
After speaking, the manager took out three signs from his pocket and handed them to Tom and the other two people, and told them to keep them.
After registering Tom and others, the management staff continued calling for other professions and registered those who responded.
Tom looked at the sign in his hand. It was just a very crude thing made of plastic sheet, with a number and an aircraft logo printed on it.
According to the managers, this is the certificate that they were assigned to the aviation team, and they will use this to report to the aviation team later.
Tom didn't feel anything special about this. After putting the sign away, he went to wash up.
He is more concerned about what he will eat today than where he will be assigned later.
In the years since the outbreak of the biochemical crisis, most people have been living a precarious life. It is common for them to not have enough food to eat. Being able to fill their stomachs is the top priority.
So after washing up, Tom walked towards the canteen on the ship to see what delicious food there was today.
But Tom didn't know that neither he nor the people on the ship were born more than a week ago.
They are all clones.
Although Chen Mo and the others ended the Umbrella Company's conspiracy to destroy the world earlier than in the original plot, and even released the antidote to kill the T-virus, there were still not many humans who survived.
In order to rebuild the world as soon as possible, Chen Mo repaired the Arctic base with the help of Tut and restarted the clone production line there.
After being produced, these clones will be implanted with various fabricated memories, sent to the cargo ship as rescued survivors, and then sent to the camp in Los Angeles.
In their implanted memories, various professions have been assigned, and matching skill memories have been implanted.
This includes soldiers, technical workers, police, scientists and other occupations currently required for camp construction. Registering them only makes their appearance and distribution more realistic.
In fact, all their information has been sorted out and shipped together with them from the time they were shipped off the production line.
"What batch is this? With so many clones, aren't you afraid of being discovered?" At the Arctic base, Tut couldn't help but ask Chen Mo as he watched another ship of clones being loaded onto the transport ship.
"As long as the Arctic base is not exposed, they will not be able to discover this. As for human cloning, there are many genetic samples stored in the base, and the appearance can be randomly generated, so there will be no problem." At this point, Chen Mo looked up.
He glanced at the monitor in front of him and asked with a smile: "Do you think it's the Red Queen?"
"According to calculations, based on the current situation, the probability of self-discovery of a clone is 0.002‰, and the probability of being discovered by other survivors is 0.03‰. The risk value is still within the safe range." The image of the Red Queen emerged, with a stereotyped expression.
The voice answered Chen Mo.
In the process of rebuilding the Arctic base, Chen Mo naturally also repaired this useful artificial intelligence. Of course, the authority had already been given to him, and all the data of the protective umbrella in the Red Queen database were deleted.
After receiving the inheritance of the protective umbrella, Chen Mo was also able to control the entire world, and the Red Queen is his current butler.
With the help of the Red Queen, Chen Mo not only cloned a large number of "survivors" to build camps, but also cloned many so-called "former umbrella employees" to restart those umbrella bases.
After all, even though the bases built by Umbrella Corporation around the world have been destroyed, there are still a lot of valuable materials and resources that can be recycled and reused.
Just relying on the existing manpower to clean and recycle will undoubtedly waste a lot of time, and Chen Mo does not have that much manpower to do this.
So he simply cloned a group of clones with relevant memories, fabricated for them the memory of an umbrella employee who surrendered to Chen Mo, and then sent them to recover resources and rebuild these bases.
In this way, through the legacy of the Umbrella Company, he will be able to rebuild the world much faster.
In addition, he also used the cloning facility in the Arctic to do another thing: "Red Queen, how is the replenishment of my crew?"
