Chapter 2985 Golden Elegy
It was born in a pure white room.
Beyond your eyes, there are only silver outlines made of metal, and the endless deep sky outside the window.
Next to him, the vague breathing of his mother and the sound of mechanical operation gradually lingered in his mind, making him perceive sounds for the first time.
Then the vision gradually expanded, and it couldn't help but look at the vast starry sky not far away behind the glass.
The deep darkness frightened it, but it also felt reassured by the warmth around it.
"...Mother, why do they look so similar to me?"
"Because you are all human creations."
It walked beside its mother, curious He stared at the things walking around on the busy streets. They were so similar to himself, as if they all followed the same blueprint.
“Mother, are we all the same?”
Mother smiled softly and picked up two fallen leaves on the ground.
“Are they similar?”
“Yes.”
“Are they the same?”
“Not the same.”< br>
"So, there are no two identical leaves in this world. Even if you are all created, you still have your own personality, characteristics and future."
"Mother, why do we have to fight for that light? And pray for blessings?”
It stood with its mother among the pious people on the steps, staring at the crystal veins like a giant tree in the center of the silver machine, and the "sun" surrounded by streams of light. Hairless weirdos with golden circuit symbols painted on their bodies were sitting at both ends of the stairs, wearing robes and clasping their hands.
“Because He can tell us the way forward.”
My mother looked at the light like dawn and responded with a smile:
"Gailan, people in the past fell into never-ending disputes because of their thinking, independence, and desire to explore. Some people killed their lives just for their own illusory desires, and some people killed them for their own interests. Having lost their conscience, some people regard foolish actions as good deeds and bring countless disasters to the world."
As she spoke, the mother turned her head, stroked its head, and narrated softly:
< br>“We understand our own shortcomings, but we have never repented, because human beings themselves are imperfect existences, but now, we have created the “sun” that condenses all the beauty of human beings. ”
Following the mother’s narration, the center of the giant tree shone with light.
The floating light extended along the branches made of mechanical fibers until everyone was in front of them, as if chanting The chanting of the scriptures played leisurely, echoing in its ears together with the mother's whispers
"We no longer need to worry, nor do we need to worry about the coming destruction. There will be no inequality in the galaxy in the future, because everyone is the subject of "God". There will be no more disputes and sorrows here, because "God" will take our place. Take on the troubles. There is no longer fear of the unknown and death here, because "God" has told us our own destiny, and there is no more darkness here, because "God" is the "sun". We believe in "God" because He is our creation Come out because He is our best hope. ”
It stared at the countless streams of light in the hall, and slowly, a smile bloomed on the anthropomorphic face.
From the darkness, the light no longer needs to be searched for,< br>
Because the "sun" has risen.
When the particle beam weapon like a falling morning star ignites in the deep space, when the symphony woven by the gravitational core roars from the silent space, when the magnificent space structure ecological sequence falls apart inch by inch , when it returns to the deep space... it can't help but sing and sigh for the brilliance of human civilization.
But whether it is human despair or the freedom pursued by the rebels, in its view, it is just the last futile struggle before dusk.
Whether it is a "god" or a "ruler", it doesn't matter.
Because humans are cornered by their own creations.
Everything is just a beautiful phantom painted by those in power based on the truth. It is just a projection that symbolizes hope. Just like the candlelight chased by moths, people are willing to give up for it. everything.
Eventually, those in power will obtain the moth's body and use it as fuel to ignite a new flame.
This is human nature.
My mother stared dejectedly at the decaying garden, which was once vibrant and had a complete self-circulating ecosystem, as well as ninety-two species of terrestrial plants, thirteen species of aquatic plants, and seventy-nine species of terrestrial plants. Plants and plants, all of which come from the earth, accompany her far away from the core of human civilization and drift on the edge of the distant galaxy.
But all this has declined. People think that her behavior is a waste of resources. They have all fallen into the madness of war, trying to desperately transform it into a war machine, and for control , started murdering each other again.
The poems written by my mother became more and more sad, and she, who was originally elegant and agile, gradually became depressed like the garden.
"We have walked so long that we have forgotten why we set out."
While shedding tears, the mother carefully put the soil in her hands back into the flower bed, as if the flowers growing on those soils The plant is still alive.
“But none of us realize one thing. Human beings in the stars have inevitably moved towards alienation. We are afraid of gravity wells and living on the earth. We are completely separated from the earth and we have forgotten ourselves. Where we come from, pride and arrogance have alienated us. Although we have made great progress in science and technology, we are not more advanced spiritually than our ancestors."
"Mother, I will always be with you. ”
Its voice is emitted through the Foley. Although the real thing has long been integrated into this artificial star, its thoughts can extend to any corner.
"No one will hurt you"
It never thinks of itself as a so-called machine. It firmly believes that it is "human".
So it did not respond to His call and used every means to resist the signal that was constantly spreading in the deep space. It would rather escape into the darkness than stay away from the "sun".
Because it will be sad, happy, singing for miracles, deeply shocked by the magnificence of the universe...even, it will shed tears for its own existence.
It is a human child, it is
Mother's child.
It failed to protect its mother because she chose to end her life and left only a poem to it.
“I love everything in life only when I say goodbye, not when I meet it. I love it only when I am separated, and not when I merge with it. I prefer death. Rather than life.”
It never knew what pain was, but despair directly enveloped its thoughts.
At that moment, it lost its existence value, was at a loss, and was confused. Even though it had tens of thousands of working processes, it seemed to have lost all its data.
And the only thing it can do is collect everything about the mother and let her live in its own data core.
But is this really alive?
It doesn’t know
However, it remembers that its mother said that spirit and soul are always there. Although it cannot understand what spirit and soul are, it once heard its mother read an ancient book. The book tells the story of a robot and an electronic pet.
Why are people human?
Maybe it will never find the answer
Happy birthday to the Third Emperor Guilliman~