The bombshell that Master Brixton had dropped was such an enormous shock that it rippled through the entire state!
Even the Lifers who hadn’t been paying to the design duel quickly heard about the explosive news.
"The Supreme Sage, dead?"
"Why did they hide this from us?! What have the upper ranks been doing all this time?!"
"What will happen to us?! How are we supposed to be able to move forward without the guidance of the Supreme Sage?"
Virtually every citizen in the LRA grew up under the calm and reassuring stewardship of this legendary figure. He was no different from a god to many people, whether they were lowly mech technicians or respected researchers.
Entire generations had lived and died under the constant presence of the Supreme Sage. People were so used to looking up at this mythical biotech visionary that their heads were permanently pointed upwards!
Yet no matter how brilliant the Supreme Sage turned out to be, he was still a human, not a god!
An authentic god would have been able to transcend the limitations of his mortal coil, but the Supreme Sage had not reached that level.
Even if he had touched upon some of the mysteries of spirituality throughout his long lifetime of studying remarkable lifeforms, how much could he have accomplished by himself?
It was highly plausible that the Supreme Sage could die from an accident. Experiments were fraught with uncertainty. Cutting-edge research often required researchers to take a lot of risks! Those who adopted an overly-cautious approach might be good at verifying results and refining existing applications, but they were never good at innovation!
From what Ves had heard about the Supreme Sage, the ancient man was definitely an innovator!
Ves briefly wondered what kind of experiment caused the Supreme Sage to suffer a personal accident. Ordinarily, someone like him would maintain a suitable distance from a dangerous experiment. The pinnacle labs he utilized would surely be stuffed with protective measures.
The only realistic way for the Supreme Sage to be affected by his own experiment was... if he was the test subject himself!
Ves widened his eyes.
Even as Master Werther Cline and Master Leehay Brixton hurled competing narratives at each other, Ves was already fantasizing about what kind of experiment could take such an esteemed and successful researcher down.
He instantly recalled the case of the NuMan. The giant humanoid biomech that Prescott Museum put on exhibit symbolized the failure of an unknown mech designer to escape the end of his life.
In his first meeting with Master Cline, Ves learned that biotech experts were capable of performing many horrible and taboo experiments. They constantly had to resist the temptation brought by their knowledge.
Usually, biomech designers and other professionals were able to maintain their composure. The punishment for failure or getting caught was too great. Any rational scientist wouldn’t want to ruin their lives by performing an unnecessary experiment.
"What if it becomes necessary?"
That was a good question.
When researchers reached the end of their lifespan and weren’t able to procure any means of extending their lives, what then?
The ordinary punishment of imprisonment or execution no longer held sway over their hearts! Since they were already about to die in a few years, why should they value what little they had left?
From a rational perspective, performing a crazy experiment that would most likely fail but had a tiny chance of giving them a new lease of life made a lot of sense!
Any punishments or accidents the researchers suffered was no worse than dying in their deathbeds shortly afterwards! Instead, by letting all of their restraints go, they might be the first ones to come up with a brand-new treatment to effectively prolong a human’s life!
Ves could see this happening to many researchers who possessed the necessary expertise to conduct such experiments. From what he had observed about this society, the LRA’s emphasis on science and rationality conflicted with its attempts to impose morality and ethics onto its researchers!
While Ves had no doubt that the institutions of the LRA succeeded in swaying the majority of biotech researchers onto the right path, the problem was there were too many scientists in the state!
Even if only 0.1 percent of all of those researchers turned out to be bad apples, that still represented many thousands highly-competent experts who could create all kinds of biological horrors if they stopped holding back!
Who was the best, smartest, most successful, most experienced and most resourceful scientist in the LRA?
The Supreme Sage!
With his wealth of knowledge, his grand vision and his control over the pinnacle labs, he could conduct far grander experiments than the NuMan Project!
Perhaps the Supreme Sage secretly collected all of the research data on illegal life extension and consciousness transfer projects that intermittently took place in his state.
After all, even if all of those experiments ended in disaster, the data and results they produced were still of great value to other biotech experts!
Human civilization didn’t abide by the concept of tainted research. Even if some crazy doctor performed heinous and cruel experiments on his own patients, data was data.
It didn’t matter if thousands of patients were killed or mutilated under the twisted machinations of the doctor. As long as the research data was sound and corrected for any incorrect methodologies and biases, millions of other doctors would have no qualms at all in utilizing these valuable gains for their own ends!
If the Supreme Sage was a pure scientist like Ves suspected him to be, then this old but brilliant man would definitely feel tempted to use the wealth of tainted data to form his own grand experiment!
No matter how much of a role model he was to the entire LRA, if his body exhibited problems and if every other method of extending his life had been exhausted, then Ves did not believe the Supreme Sage could remain a saint!
Ves sighed. Even the greatest figures of humanity were fallible in the end. Gods didn’t exist, and humans could never be gods as long as they were slaves to their baser d.e.s.i.r.es.
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