Although the development of civilization in the void of this world is very different from that of this world, at least the historical process of the known civilization of this universe, specifically the earth, will not be as abrupt and seriously biased as those strange civilizations that grow savagely.

For example, excluding those small world subspaces that have obvious influence of the earth's information factors, the real native civilization in the void is extremely ...... Weird.

Obviously, the main life groups that make up these civilizations are almost indistinguishable from human beings, both outwardly and internally, but they have developed completely different, and even completely contrary outlooks on life, values, and worldviews.

The crystal sand and dust that flickered in the fingertips of the wind were exactly such a scene. It was a small Void Collar that she had once glanced at, the only normal way of being for the Void Native Civilization.

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The dwarf humanoid creature peeked cautiously from the cave into the overwhelming gray and yellow outside the cave, and the black iron pillars that stood silently in the dust were dull, except for the faint blue cold light that flickered in the jungle formed by the thousands of giant pillars.

It's a world without God, literally.

Void Realms without the protection of the true gods are usually difficult to exist in the void for too long, the void itself is constantly eroded and the attacks from those beings from the void consume their existence every minute and every second, and more importantly, there is no one to block the pollution from the void for them.

And this Void Realm, which has been around for more than 1,600 years, can be regarded as a fairly 'long-lived' sample.

When it was first born, it may have reached tens or even hundreds of times the size of the Earth, but over time, it gradually shrank to its present state: a metal block with an area of 350,000 square kilometers and a thickness of about 20 kilometers.

The honeycomb-shaped metal structure fills the entire continent, and except for the outermost thin layer that acts as a buffer of no more than a few tens of meters of rock and slag, the rest is all a variety of functional buildings and life support cabins.

These giant black iron pillars standing on the surface of the continent constitute the most important protection system for the life of life living on this Void Realm called 'Mechanical City', and the energy resonance effect they produce can play a role similar to that of the 'Order Field', delaying the dying world for as long as possible.

The humanoid creature in the cave finally crawled out of the shadows, with a light gray fish scale carapace that seemed thin but tough and strong, and no pupils in its round, pale eyes that looked large compared to its head, except for a group of small, wandering 'tadpoles' swimming flexibly.

Other than that, its body structure is almost identical to that of a normal human, except for the addition of some non-normal growths.

It leaned down and slashed its fingers into the black and yellow hard ground beneath it, the silent wind carrying the fine sand and striking the scales on its surface, making a continuous crackling sound, and the huge impact did not make it move half a minute, but only made it lower its body even more.

Its target is a nondescript dark gray protrusion hundreds of meters away beneath the black iron pillar, where the 'normal' world that inhabits the subsurface releases waste every twelve cycles, and that is the only way for it and the only way for it to survive.

Within a kilometer of it, hundreds of 'of kind' were crawling out of their hiding places, and within this radius, only three giant pillars of black iron remained.

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Watching these 'dregs' compete for the dregs is one of the few daily pastimes for the residents of Machine City, and in a sense, the contrast to the 'dregs' gives them the courage to live, even if these 'dregs' were once their own kind.

Living in the lowest level of Cellular City, with only one 1.5 cubic meter volume of the pod and twenty-one credits 05837114 he turned on the image receiver that came with the pod on time, curled up in a ball, and began to enjoy the leisure time that only one chance to enjoy every twelve cycles.

Work, Eat, Take a Break, Work, Eat......

The boring and numbing cycle of daily life, if it weren't for this little entertainment left, 05837114 didn't feel like they were 'living' as an individual at all.

After all, it has been reported that the Great Council of the Upper Sector intends to hand over all the day-to-day clean-up and 'drifting' to the half-mechanical, half-living organism 'humans' created by cloning, so as to minimize unnecessary resource consumption.

At least the 'humans' who have been created don't need to rest, just a little bit of the cheapest nutrient solution can keep them active for a whole day, and they can be recycled into materials after they are damaged.

In contrast, it takes 240 cycles to be able to conceive, 1,900 cycles to receive education and training, and 100 cycles to enter the post, and there is a high possibility that the 'normal people' who will die for various reasons before this time are really no advantage.

05837114 didn't think there was anything wrong with that, and it wasn't just because of his education. Every 'normal person' will be treated equally during the course of a hundred cycles of education, and this is the fairest time for the residents of Machine City, who will learn about their history, the choices of their ancestors, and their end from the 'Great Leader'.

They face known destruction without despairing, and 'meaningless living' is not an unacceptable reality for them.

Cruelty and pity, numbness and resistance, bestiality and humanity...... You can find almost all the contradictions and flashes in them, and more than anything that humans can understand...... Twist.

It was an 'anomaly' that had developed in a very different reality, and the distortion had become completely integrated with them over the course of thousands of years.

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It took its trophy, a black-gray gelatinous mass of hands clasped together, and you wouldn't want to know what it was made of.

Behind it, the bright red blood quickly disappeared in the yellow sand and storm, and it was the loser.

An invisible, high-temperature jet pierced the air, creating a circular cavity the size of a fist in its chest.

At the same time, twisted cheers erupted from thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of life-support pods.

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"Contradictory, chaotic, yet full of strange order, incomprehensible, but quite normal," Kamoriki tilted his head, "that's it." ”

"But," she retracted her finger, "in spite of such great differences, or differences, we can draw from them some kind of law, one that can be generalized." ”

And this is the 'civilization warning line', which represents the law of the upper and lower limits of a certain civilization. I want to talk about "Data Biological Observation Diary" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "Youyue Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~