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Chapter 1073 Chapter One Thousand and Seventy-One · "Vision." (Thanks to the leader of "Book Friends 20210301")

Su Mingan heard the overwhelming sound of machinery.

The collapsed ground underfoot began to repair, all the gun muzzles began to turn, and the city's machinery became noisy, as if it had welcomed its long-lost owner.

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[You woke up the Mechanical City. 】

[Welcome back, old god. 】

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The gods stood still. Even when they saw Su Wensheng's death, the gods did not show any sympathy or sadness.

Su Mingan ran forward and stretched out his hand towards Alice.

At this moment, many scenes seemed to flash through his mind. He saw many blurry pictures, and his perspective also changed——

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I felt as if I were standing in a room writing long-term plans. The clock ticked in my ears, like a fixed heartbeat.

I wrote stroke by stroke, putting the efforts of millions of people into my pen, and writing the fate of the entire world in ink. At the end of the last stroke, I blew on the paper and suddenly felt very quiet.

The long-lost silence.

The longing of the citizens, the human desire for survival, and the generals who resisted day and night finally came to a result.

【Ark Project】.

This plan will span as long as thousands of years until the resurrection of the old gods.

I put down my pen and heard the door lock opening. When I looked back, a girl with black hair and green eyes walked in. Her eyes were like a deep lake, making people feel peaceful. She was wearing a short shirt and gown, and her body was covered with burns.

I felt myself opening my mouth and said this: "...Xiaoya and the others were not careful in their actions."

The girl smiled and covered her injuries: "It's okay, it's all for experiments. Burns are common for power at the expense of vitality. I will probably get used to this burning pain in the future. Since I have different abilities from ordinary humans, To live a long life, you should do what you can do."

I asked: "How is the situation outside?"

The girl said: "[God] has almost taken control of the world. If you don't start the plan, I'm afraid it will be too late. Are you determined?"

Su Mingan felt a disturbance in her ears, and some words seemed to have been replaced. The word "god" should be another word in the girl's mouth.

I handed her the plan in my hand.

She stared at the plan for a long time, as if something deep was buried in it. This is also true, which determines the fate of an entire world and nearly 10 billion people. When this thing fell from my hand, the decisions of tens of billions of people suddenly condensed into the rights and wrongs of me alone.

Until her pupils lit up slightly, as if a spark was lit. She clenched her fists in front of her lips, as if this could stop the trembling in her shoulders.

"...The emotions accumulated in reincarnation are the driving force, the Utopia is the barrier, becoming a god is the equal person, and finally the order can be transferred...I understand." The girl said: "But like this, no one knows for thousands of years Will someone wake us up later?"

I smiled: "Believe in the possibility of human beings, believe that they can wake us up - let the ark set sail, we will wake up eventually, until the ark reaches the end."

"Then... do you want to have a drink? Everyone wants to see you one last time before reincarnation." The girl said.

"It's not the last time we meet. Maybe we can meet again in a thousand years..." I wanted to laugh. But every inch of my smile seemed stiff. I knew this plan was very risky, but it was already the plan with the highest success rate. It is a very bold idea to let an entire civilization ride on an ark that spans thousands of years and ferry across the vast universe.

We did not go to the gorgeous banquet hall, which had long been destroyed by artillery fire. So we sat on the eaves, looked at the fireworks in the distance, and said goodbye.

Under the fireworks, people's faces flickered. Sometimes a bright red firework rose into the sky, and everyone's eyes seemed to be on fire.

"Perhaps we will become civilized strangers."

The first person to raise a toast to me was my comrade-in-arms, Li Yuxuan. He has red hair and golden eyes:

"We will cry when we are homesick and laugh when we look forward to the future, but we can still breathe, we still have thoughts, and we can...sing, draw, and record words. We have not been reduced to words on a screen. , or a tombstone in the mind of an intruder. After thousands of years of reincarnation, I will become all kinds of me. By then, I hope I can live a more exciting life."

I raised my glass to him and drank the orange juice.

I know his past. He once persecuted his younger brother because of his struggle for power in the family, and was later expelled from the family. Now that Ark is about to travel far away, maybe he and his brother can be good friends again.

"I propose a toast to you." The second person to toast was my friend, Xinyue. Her rose-red hair hangs down on her shoulders, and her eyes are like blooming roses:

"If I could be reincarnated, I don't want to be confused anymore."

I know her past. She was once obsessed with a powerful person and was blinded by love, but I still need to correct her.

I said: "Our lifespan will still end within a hundred years, and we cannot break through the limitations of human beings. We just turn our personality and memory into hard drives and store them in generations of future generations. It is not 'reincarnation' in the traditional sense." They just look like us, take over our responsibilities and will, and claim to be our reincarnations, but they are not us."

My philosophy is simple.

Human life is only a hundred years, but data can be stored for thousands of years. Therefore, as long as 'us' is imprinted on the data, stored in our souls, and we automatically find the descendants who are most compatible with us, we can survive. Enter subsequent reincarnations.

This involves the soul and the spirit of speech, so it is very difficult to implement, but fortunately, I already have a solution...but it cannot be made public for the time being.

"Who knows?" Xinyue shrugged: "Just like Schrödinger's cat, you won't know whether the cat is alive or dead until you open the cat's box. Although you say you just imprinted us on the hard drive, our souls are also Once it is stored in the hard drive, who knows whether we are alive or dead? Maybe we are actually reincarnated?"

I did not discuss this with her. The intersection of the scientific side and the magical side is complicated. No one knows whether reincarnation counts as alive. The debate over the Ship of Theseus has been ongoing for a long time and is inconclusive.

"What kind of person will I be after reincarnation?" The third person to raise the glass was my student. He leaned on the sloping eaves, and the fireworks in the sky traced his Western appearance. He squinted his dark eyes and smiled at me: "I said, can you control reincarnation? I want to be a noble, you Can you help me do it?"

His elbow hit my waist: "Or, let me be a free bard? Anyway, before the millennium comes, we can do whatever we want. I just want to hold a piano and sing everywhere."

I took a sip of orange juice, the sour liquid piercing my throat. The smell of alcohol on these people was very strong, which made me feel a little dizzy. I pushed him away, but he stuck to me again. I couldn't help but say, "Xiao Ying, stay away from me."

The relationship between Xiao Ying and me is too long. This guy was originally a free-spirited person, an explorer with the pseudonym "Amber", and people all over the world had heard of his name. I discovered his talent when I was out and hoped that he could join my Ark project, but he severely rejected me.

He mocked me for being a teetotaler and not worthy of commanding him.

So he and I played a game of Russian Roulette, taking turns shooting ourselves with revolvers. When he fired the second to last shot, he gave up. He didn't dare to block his free life on a 1/2 chance of death. According to the bet, he became my student and helped me with work. He looks reluctant every day, even if he helps write data, he will break his tongue.

This guy should be happy knowing that he is finally getting rid of me.

I said: "I can't control anyone's reincarnation. I don't even know what kind of era we will face in the future. Everything is unknown, just like sailing into the unknown deep sea."

I saw the look in his eyes dimming slightly. The way he looked at me actually seemed a little sad.

……sad.

A person who is used to being so comfortable would show such an expression, obviously everything in the world is like his pleasure.

He insisted on losing his temper and spilled the wine on the ground, mumbling something. But I don't care.

In my plan, everyone will escape into reincarnation, except me... I have more important things to do. This is related to whether I can wake up after a thousand years like them.

"What's wrong? You don't look good." The fourth person who toasted to me was a man with black hair. He is my elder, both a teacher and a friend, and his name is Li Mingyue.

He always treated me like an old mother. Although he looked very young, he looked like he was seventy years old... In fact, he made me experience some long-lost family affection.

"Have you ever thought about what kind of person you will become in the future?" I looked into his indifferent pupils.

He seemed to think seriously for a while.

His job is to search for all kinds of strange stories. Since the invasion of the [Spirit Speaker], there will always be various rules for strange stories in the world. This is all caused by the invasion. And relying on his skills, he actually took the initiative to test these rules.

It was so bold.

I often see him dripping with blood. There were several times when I almost lost him.

But after a thousand years, there shouldn't be so many unknown rules. I remember that he liked children very much... maybe he could open a research institute to recruit talented children. Maybe he could become a university professor? These suit him very well.

"I don't think that future generations are us." Li Mingyue said: "I think that even if they come from us, their lives are independent. Therefore, I don't want to make plans for myself after reincarnation."

"In the future generations, whether I will be a professor, a national teacher, or even a garden director or a security guard, it is their own choice. Thousands of possibilities bloom in them, and they are just my 'possibilities' .”

"However, if I really want to imagine, I hope that I will devote myself to exploring the rules of instant death in every life. After dozens of lives, I can dig out all the rules of instant death in the world by myself and write a rule book that spans thousands of years. From then on , no one will die from this anymore.”

His voice was very soft, as if he was saying something insignificant.

I am impressed by his persistence. It turns out that he has dedicated himself to such a cause for all his life. This can no longer be described as devoting one's energy to death.

I said: "But during the millennium, [the gods] will try to erase history over and over again, erase the traces of our existence, and erase the rule book you have tried out."

Li Mingyue pursed her lips: "I will quietly print them on my hard drive...if I still remember."

This reminds me of a story I once heard.

There used to be a confused child who had a bad memory and forgot things easily. So whenever he went to school, he would secretly copy the text on his arms and stomach, so that he could hide it from the old scholars at the door who were afraid of having their books stolen. After this child left school, he spread the text so that people all over the world could read it. In this way, everyone in the world will have wisdom and knowledge, and they will no longer be ignorant people working hard.

Looking at it now, Li Mingyue looks like that child.

He will secretly copy the "text" on his "arms and belly" until he "leaves the school" and spreads the "text" so that people all over the world have the wisdom and knowledge to resist the rules.

This is very difficult. If he can do it from life to life, even "perseverance" is not enough to describe him.

I looked at him and looked away.

In this night, we toast together and look at the long-lasting fireworks.

I listen to their vision.

I took note of their expectations.

I remember their faces.

Perhaps, future generations are us, with our emotions, our personalities, and our responsibilities. Perhaps, they also have independent freedom, and we just place our trust in the "past life" of their souls.

Store this up... until my ark is perfected, until the old gods awaken.

We will become priests, and perhaps in the next life we ​​will be disciples of priests.

We will become doctors, and maybe in our next life we ​​will be the babies that doctors have delivered.

We will become soldiers who collect the bones, and maybe in the next life we ​​will be the executioners who initiate war.

Bones accumulate from generation to generation, and after a thousand years, when the old gods awaken, everything will come to an end.

"In their dreams, they returned to the civilization that had not yet been destroyed. They laughed in the spring, fished by the lake, tied straw into hats, and made garlands out of flowers."

And I hope,

——When the Ark arrives and the old gods awaken, what we see when we open our eyes will not be a dream.

Until that day, the gods issued an order to "completely erase history and erase the traces of the old gods."

I stood on the snow-white tower and started my plan.

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Su Mingan's perspective was suddenly interrupted.

He has not yet understood what kind of plan this is, what the ark is, what the iceberg is, and what reincarnation is for.

Then he saw a person standing in front of him.

The black knife extended forward to block the thrusting sword. Lu Shu's white hair was flying, and blood flowed from his overexerted wrist.