C24 Memories from Fifty Years ago

There was an open, brightly lit room with rows and rows of cribs that seemed endless.

The babies in each crib had a shocking resemblance to each other, with unified blond hair.

The nurses in their white dresses were busy in the middle of the cribs. They wore black epaulettes embroidered with two lightning bolts.

Where is this?

I tried to speak to one of the nurses, but she couldn't see me at all and walked right past me.

What I 'saw' was a memory.

The nurse picked up a child and spoke a language I didn't understand, like German.

But I could understand what she was saying.

I saw and listened from the perspective of the owner of this memory. I could even feel its "emotions."

"21, 7 months, normal blood pressure. The iris is green. " "No," she said.

Another nurse, who was recording, frowned. "Failed."

"Keep it for now. I heard that the new drug developed in Berlin can change the color of the iris."

A loud cry came from the other side, and I followed the nurse to the crib, where the child was crying fiercely.

"Number 67," the nurse said, flipping through the sign on the crib.

"Even after feeding her, she's still crying. It was shipped from Luxembourg two days ago. The iris is brown and the hair is not pure gold. "

I looked at the child. Indeed, his hair was a little more brown than the other children's.

"Their screening is getting less and less rigorous. The Führer will not be happy if this goes on. "Let's get rid of it."

The nurse said as she removed the sign from the crib, picked up the crying child, and handed it to the person next to her.

A breeze blew across my face with the scent of camphor, and outside the window a huge Nazi flag fluttered in the wind. Once again, I saw the lightning symbol on the armbands of the nurses:

LebensbornE.V.

This was the Fountain of Life farm during the Second World War!

A terrible thought crossed my mind.

For German President Hitler during the Second World War, pure blood was the key to rejuvenating his country. Of all bloodlines, the noblest is Aryan.

Among the Germanic people of this line, the most prominent features were their light golden hair and blue eyes. In order to obtain the so-called pure Aryan descendants and nurture the "strongest fighters" of the Germanic nation, the Nazis launched a program to nurture the fountain of life of the superior people. The Fountain of Life Farm is an institution set up by Germany to cultivate "good race".

Since 1935, Hitler had been selecting blond beauties from all over Germany to have sex with Nazi officers and to have high-quality Aryan offspring. Later on, in order to increase the number of infants, they even forcefully abducted children with similar appearances from the surrounding countries to train them.

Could this be Maria's memories? So what role did she play in this history?

When I came back to myself, I was already in another interrogation room, from the nursery of the Spring of Life.

On one side of the interrogation room sat a tied Polish man in tattered military uniform.

The Pole looked as if he had already been tortured. His ten fingers were amputated and the wound was simply bandaged to prevent him from losing too much blood and dying.

On the other side of the interrogation room sat two children, perhaps eight or nine years old, with the same haircut. I couldn't tell if they were brothers or sisters.

Beside them stood a Nazi officer.

Standing behind this officer was actually the young Maria.

She was in her early thirties, with blond hair tied behind her head. She wore a white robe, and her arm bore the emblem of the Spring of Life. There's something in the record book.

So it turns out that Maria was the doctor of the Spring of Life!

The Spring of Life plan was implemented in 1935. If Maria was at that time thirty years old, he would be eighty-three years old now.

The Nazi officer and Maria whispered a few words, turned around and pointed at the Poles, then asked the twins:

"What are their plans?"

One of the children was sweating and staring at the Pole with his pale lips. The other was holding a crayon with his eyes closed and a piece of paper in front of him.

Neither of the children answered.

After a while, the Nazi officer, obviously a little impatient, asked the Poles again:

"What are your battle plans?"

The Pole stared back at him from the stool, biting his lip and saying nothing.

I walked over to the two children and saw the trembling hand of the child with the paintbrush drawing meaningless lines on the paper.

After a long while, a drop of blood fell onto the paper. It actually came from his eyes.

At that moment, the other child fell off his stool, his limbs twitching.

The Nazi officer shook his head.

"Fail." Maria immediately said: "Take them away and switch them to another pair."

A few nurses came in and took the children out, and a moment later another pair of younger children came in. They looked to be five or six years old.

He was also wearing a hospital gown, and his golden hair made it impossible to discern his gender. One of the younger children grabbed the other child's hand in fear.

"Don't be afraid, just like we used to." Another child whispered comfort to him.

They sat down at the table where the children had been.

The younger child stared at the Pole's face.

The bigger ones stood in front of the drawing paper, picked up their pens, and closed their eyes.

"You can begin."

"What are your battle plans?"

the Nazi officer asked the Poles instead of talking to the children.

Mind Reading!

It dawned on me that these two children must be cooperating to get into the Polish mind and get into the military.

I suddenly thought of a Berkeley University Brain Consciousness Study I'd read before. Our brains processed hundreds of millions of bits of information every day, so the information that flashed through our brains while they were empty was pretty messy.

Even Mind Reading could only be performed when the other party was clearly thinking of something. Because when a person focuses on one thing, the brain processes a single content, and the information read makes sense.

The reason why the Nazi officer asked the Poles the same question was to let his brain think about one thing alone.

The children staring at the Poles began to sweat. Their eyebrows were drawn together, and large drops of sweat dripped from their foreheads.

The hand that was holding the pen began to tremble as it wrote a line of words on the paper while his mouth also began to mutter:

"Master... Power... In... No... Chu … La... "River …"

"Pull …" River... Hua … Sha … Master... Force... Army... Ping … Original... Machine... Move … "Fight..."

At the same time, the Polish general banged his head on the table, causing blood to flow onto the table in the interrogation room.

"..." from... I … Brain... Son … Li... Get out … "Go …"

"Very good." The Nazi officer nodded in satisfaction, turned around and said to Maria:

"The Head of the Guards will be satisfied. We can take them to the game room now."

The two children looked up at the Nazi officer and Maria, their faces expressionless.

There was no joy.

A sudden feeling of hopelessness, of falling into the abyss, filled my chest.

Could this be what Maria felt at that time?

The scene changed again and I saw a round white room with a group of children inside.

As before, they wore simple hospital uniforms because they were too young to tell the difference between their sexes.

Their eyes were filled with fear.

A child's hair is gray.

The other child's hand was gone.

Another child was coughing violently.

I saw the first pair of children in the interrogation room. One of them had scabs of blood on his eyes, and he was blind.

The other one was curled up in a corner, trembling all over.

The children were in pairs, and I suddenly realized that they were either brothers and sisters or twins.

The door opened, and a few Nazi doctors walked in with the two children they had just praised, followed by Maria.

"No.40, No.41, welcome to the game room." the doctor said.

"Congratulations on passing the test. This is a compliment to you. Come and choose your toys."

A metal shelf was pushed over, and various weapons were placed on it.

Guns, daggers, whips, axes.

The two children expressionlessly chose their "toys".

"Play well, you know the rules of the game." The doctor touched their heads:

"It's just the two of you coming out before sunset."

"You will be the greatest Aryan warriors ever. You are our pride."

The doctor left the two children behind.

I could not describe the process that followed. If I had not seen it with my own eyes, it would have been a cruel scene that no one in their right mind could ever imagine.

The setting sun was as red as blood. One by one, the children who failed or failed the test fell into a pool of blood before they could even cry.

The blind child died with his eyes wide open, bleeding red blood.

It was confusion, resentment, sadness, and bone-piercing despair.

No.40 and No.41 walked out of the game room, covered in blood.