"Zero?!" If it were not for the mechanical pistons of her artificial throat, the exorcist would have almost spat out old blood.
She had seen many test subjects come for synchronization testing, but never with a score of zero... Even those technicians who conducted the tests themselves managed to get at least a fraction of synchronization rate.
Even though...
The exorcist's smile hadn't fully formed when her whole body stiffened—she suddenly remembered something.
No piece of deceitful equipment, no matter how peculiar, no matter how hard to tame, would have a synchronization rate of zero with humans.
It's like life on Earth, regardless of how different the organism is from humans, they will share common genetic segments.
Despite the inappropriate timing, a joke she once saw surfaced in her mind.
The joke was about a family ethics drama where a father found his son's genetic similarity was only thirty percent, suspecting he was an unwitting dad...
