The newborn infant, as if instinctively crying out loud, longed for food, yearned for a mother's embrace, although he was a bionic person, he still possessed traditional genetic instincts.
He seemed to be panicking, suddenly having attained an adult's body, unable to control it deftly just after being born, he squirmed like an earthworm.
After a while, several workers from the Half-sphere Civilization stuffed a fluffy giant yarn ball into the infant's embrace. Clutching the plush yarn, they appeared to settle down a bit.
Subsequently, they loaded these wriggling infants into individual incubation boxes and took them away.
Zhang Yuan didn't know exactly how these infants would be treated, whether they would immediately undergo memory imprinting. He simply broke out in goosebumps all over. Turning around, he found that his colleagues also had ghastly pale faces, exchanging looks of mutual unease.
