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Chapter 121 The White Knight

Johns Hopkins University biological laboratory, P4 level.

Prego Apollon sat at the control panel with his hands on his knees.

He is 58 years old, a tenured professor of virology, and a white man of German descent!

However, his family has fallen into decline; his father was one of those who swept across Europe with them.

His phone was perched on the edge of the control panel.

The screen is lit up, playing a video.

First video:

a year ago.

The scene of the rally in Washington.

Nai Long stood on the stage, his left ear bleeding from a gunshot wound.

Security personnel tried to restrain him to protect him, but he broke free, raised his hands, and shouted, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

A sacred and perfect composition!

Second video:

Three months ago.

During Blitzkrieg's live stream, Milk Dragon demonstrated a miracle for the first time.

The skin on his face began to change under the camera's gaze.

Wrinkles are reduced, age spots fade, and eye bags disappear.

Then he shouted: "Fight! God-given! Chosen one!"

The third video:

Last week.

It was also a press conference.

Nailong stopped midway through his speech, grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands, and tore it open to the sides.

The button flew off.

His chest was exposed.

The skin surface began to turn red, followed by burn marks.

Fifty stars! Star scars representing America's fifty states appeared on his chest!

The burn lasted for three seconds, after which the mark was set.

The cheers reached their peak.

Preger replayed the third video seven times.

He would pause and zoom in each time he placed the object on the burning area.

"ha----"

He let out a long breath.

My hands are shaking.

He placed his phone screen face down on the control panel, took out a silver cross from the inside pocket of his white coat, and held it in his palm.

The sharp edges are embedded in the flesh of the palm.

He didn't notice.

With the other hand, wake up the main screen of the control panel, log in to the authorized account, and enter the dedicated inference interface of Messier AI.

Simple interface:

An input box, a parameter adjustment panel, and a result output area.

He started typing.

First set of data: Genome sequence of the 1918 Spanish flu virus, with mortality curve.

The second set of data: a comparison of the mutation nodes of the 1957 influenza and the 1968 influenza.

The third set of data: Distribution of glycosylation sites in HIV viral envelope proteins.

The fourth set of data: data he collected himself over the past twenty years —

The input speed is very fast.

The fingers tapped on the keyboard with a steady rhythm, but there was a slight tremor at the fingertips.

At the same time, he spoke in a low voice, almost as if talking to himself: "The cold wave is coming—the great famine has begun—the army of the Antichrist is gathering—"

He paused and glanced at the cross he was holding in his left hand.

Blood was seeping from between his palms.

"Lord."

He said.

"Please look at me."

Continue typing.

The fifth set of data: a set of modified Ebola virus glycoprotein structures with embedded hemagglutinin fragments of influenza viruses.

The sixth set of data: a hydrodynamic model of aerosol propagation efficiency.

The seventh set of data —

His breathing became rapid.

An abnormal flush appeared on her cheeks.

This is not an illness, it's hyperactivity.

On the screen, the inference progress bar of the Messier AI began to move.

0%——5%——17%——

He entered the last parameter.

This is the most crucial point: the fidelity setting of the viral RNA polymerase.

He set it very low.

It's so low that it defies conventional virological understanding.

So low that it ensures that every copy will produce a large number of mismatches.

Then he pressed Enter.

The reasoning progress bar jumped from 17% to 23%, and then started to move forward at a constant speed.

Preger leaned back in his chair.

He was still holding the cross in his left hand, and blood was flowing down his wrist to the cuff of his white coat.

My right hand hovered above the keyboard, trembling slightly.

He stared at the progress bar.

During those half hour, he thought about many things.

I remember my father, the doctor of both theology and virology who had manipulated people all over the world, who held my hand before he died and said, "It has already manifested—be prepared—"

Thinking back to the former Holy Son shampoo master, his heroic figure sweeping across Europe is still vivid in my mind.

I think of a friend who couldn't achieve his goals because of financial constraints.

They are all waiting.

When computing power is powerful enough.

Tools capable of handling astronomical combinations of possibilities.

Waiting for an opportunity that would allow them to incorporate inevitability into the viral gene sequence.

Now, the tools have arrived.

It was brought by the Lord!

The progress bar has reached 100%.

A message pops up on the screen: "Inference complete. Structure generated."

Preger sat up straight.

Hold the mouse in your right hand and open the results file.

A 3D model rotates on the screen.

A very simple structure.

Single-stranded RNA, only nine thousand bases in length.

The capsid protein has icosahedral symmetry and sparse surface protrusions, but through optimization, it can evade immune recognition to the greatest extent.

The genome is divided into eight segments, mimicking the design of the influenza virus to facilitate recombination and mutation.

Key areas are highlighted:

A non-coding region responsible for regulating the copying speed.

A sequence encoding the fusion peptide required for viral entry into cells.

A pre-defined repeating base string that triggers frame shifting after a certain number of copies.

Finally, there is a two-hundred-page appendix, automatically generated by the Messier AI.

Preger opened the appendix and skipped directly to the last section.

Title: "Summary of Mutation Path Prediction Based on Input Parameters".

The content is very concise:

Initial propagation phase (0-30 days):

The virus is transmitted through droplets, aerosols, and contact, and its basic reproduction number (R0) is estimated to be between 4.2 and 5.7.

The symptoms are mild, similar to the common cold, and the mortality rate is less than 0.01%.

Adaptation phase (31-45 days):

After the virus has completed its initial spread in the population, it begins to accumulate mutations.

Some strains acquired stronger binding ability to the upper respiratory tract, leading to more severe symptoms and cases of pneumonia.

Turnaround phase (46-50 days):

The preset frame shift trigger point is activated.

In at least 67.3% of infected individuals, the viral genome undergoes consistent mutations at specific locations, leading to alterations in the function of the encoded proteins.

Death phase (starting from day 51):

The new variant will primarily attack alveolar epithelial cells and cardiovascular endothelial cells. Mortality is expected to increase over time.

Preger slowly released his left hand.

The cross lay on the workbench, stained with blood and flesh.

He stared at the screen for a long time.

Then he laughed.

At first, only the corners of his mouth twitched, then his shoulders began to shake, and finally his entire upper body slumped over the control panel, squeezing out intermittent, hissing sounds from his throat.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha! I am the Knight of the White Staff! Lord! Hahahaha!"

"Lord, please look upon me, please condemn me, please bless me, please allow me, this lowly one, to carry out divine punishment on your behalf!"

He looked up, his face covered in tears.

"Perfect."

He said.

"Brilliant".

He stood up and walked to the biosafety cabinet on one side of the laboratory building.

The cabinet is already prepared with basic culture medium, cell lines, and reverse transcriptase kits.

He spent four hours completing the construction of this poison.

The gene sequence provided by Messer AI was synthesized into RNA fragments, encapsulated in liposomes, and transfected into Vero cells.

Waiting for our group to expand.

Twelve hours later, he harvested the first generation of the virus strain.

Centrifuge, purify, and dispense.

Three cryopreservation tubes of Mil were obtained, each containing 0.5 ml of clear liquid.

He took one out and thawed it.

Inhale with a syringe.

I returned to the control panel and sat down.

He lifted his left arm, revealing his deltoid muscle area.

Use alcohol wipes to disinfect.

The needle tip is pressed against the skin.

He paused for a second.

I looked up at the screen.

The structural model is still slowly rotating.

"Lord."

"I aspire to be the Knight of the White Staff!"

Preger said.

The sweat was very calm.

"Lord, I am coming."

Needle insertion.

Push the piston with your thumb.

The liquid enters the body.