Two days pass just like that, and life suddenly gets stupidly busy.
The government is way too involved now—every experiment, every report, every breath we take. Military people stand around all the time, staring like they're trying to look into our souls. It's uncomfortable, but manageable.
I'm not planning any big moves yet.
The whole country-wide fake free health campaign is still going on, and with the second-largest population in the world, this thing will take months. Limited agents, limited researchers, controlled pace—exactly how I want it.
For now, I pretend to focus on studying how the two special subjects got their regenerative ability… and how they lost it.
I already know all the answers. I'm just acting.
To the government, I frame it like this:
If the alien is never found, then all this money spent hunting is wasted anyway—so let's focus on what we do have. Develop a super serum. Understand the mechanism. Optimize results.
That argument works beautifully.
