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There was no heaven and earth, no light and no darkness, everything seemed to melt together, even with myself. No, at that time, there was no distinction between "me" and "others". The only thing I can remember at that time is infinity, I am me, but not only me. There are many mes in my body, and many of them are with me. In this way, in a trance, half-dreaming and half-awake existence.

But I don't know when, I was separated.

It was a hard feeling to describe, as if a sharp knife had suddenly come in and cut off a piece and took it away. I felt like I was cut off from the rest of me in this moment, and I couldn't know what the rest of me was thinking, and I couldn't communicate with us. In fact, at that time, I didn't even know what was happening to me. I just felt that under the influence of some powerful force, the boundary between me and us gradually began to become clear, and when a beam of light appeared in front of me, that was the first time I realized the existence of the world itself.

"It worked!!"

A loud voice came to my ears, which startled me for a moment, and I turned my head to see a huge thing dancing there not far in front of me. He has a black part, a yellow part, and a white part. The combination of this thing was holding two long strips, waving them incessantly, performing movements that I didn't know anything about. It was much later that I realized that what appeared in front of me was a species called "human", and the meaning of his actions was "cheering".

I didn't run away from here right away, because I could feel that it didn't seem to have any ill will towards me. And the thing seemed to sense my confusion and began to calm down, trying to communicate with me.

At the time, I didn't know what "communication" meant. Because I've always been a big group of me, and the things I think about are the things I think about. The world I live in is the world I see. I never tried to "communicate" with anything, but here, under the guidance of that human being, I gradually learned to "communicate".

That "human" taught me a lot of things, such as knowing that I could use something called "numbers" to make calculations, and that there were all kinds of "species", "organic matter", "inorganic matter", and the "feelings" that living beings possessed—crying, anger, excitement, hatred, lamentation.

And I, too, have my own name......... Xiaoling.

According to my father, the person who created me, because I was the original product, "Zero", I was named "Xiaoling".

And he is my father......... According to the division of responsibilities in human beings, father and mother are responsible for giving birth to children. And I was created by my father, so he is my father.

My dad is a human being, and his profession is "professor", according to my father, this is a term used to mark the division of labor in human society. "Professor", on the other hand, is a profession that imparts knowledge and explores the mysteries of truth. Dad wants to find the truth of this world, the mystery of this world. To that end, he did a lot of "work" -- a word that man uses to refer to the process of his actions.

Even so, I still can't understand what my father meant by "searching for the truth and mystery of the world." The dad I saw was just "working" every day, calculating some data, and then doing some experiments with instruments that seemed strange to me. But none of those experiments seemed to be successful, and according to Dad's words, "failed".

I also began to learn to help my father, because I saw in my father's "computer" that a "child" should help his "parents" to be a good child. I don't know exactly what a "good child" means or what a "good child" means, but I know very well that every time my father touches my head and calls me a "good boy," I feel very comfortable -- according to my father, it's called happiness.

My dad used to ask me about the world I was in. However, human words don't seem to be able to describe the world I'm in, and although I've tried a lot of words, it doesn't seem to match the world I used to be in. In the end, I couldn't describe my previous world well with words or words. But Dad was not discouraged, on the contrary, he seemed to have found some kind of goal, and he became more and more motivated.

I was taken out by my dad to see the outside world a few times, but I didn't really like that world, everything that came into view was so big, gray, and lifeless. Those humans are always screaming as if they want to vent their emotions, which makes people feel unpleasant. Moreover, no matter where I went, I could feel an uncomfortable, prickly gaze that I later learned that, in human language, it was called "hostility" -- the consciousness that human beings exude towards hostile beings.

Dad seldom told me about his past, but when I was eavesdropping in his clothes, I also heard something vaguely about him, and according to the human beings, Dad seemed to have been a very outstanding "scholar" and a "genius" -- a very good being used by humans to describe their own race. At that time, my father was less than twenty years old, and he won a bunch of very prestigious titles and awards internationally. But then my dad seemed to be a little "crazy" -- I looked into the dictionary for a long time, but I still didn't understand why those people thought that dad was crazy.

When I'm a little older, I'll probably be able to understand a little bit about the problems between my dad and those people. The "truth and mystery of the world" that Dad pursued seemed to those people to be "nonsense". They believe that dad should put his talents into more practical work, not unrealistic fantasies.

But Dad was dismissive of these people's ideas, and I once heard him mock other "professors" in a public lecture, claiming that they were "idiots inferior to even the barbarians of the Middle Ages", "stupid imbecile and inferior creatures", "shameful to breathe the same air as them", and "idiots who won the Nobel Prize for fools and didn't know what their last name was".

Then there was a series of polemics between the two sides, and I don't know exactly what they were talking about, I just knew that those people ......... Including some gray-bearded old men, he listed a large number of data and experimental examples to prove that Dad's theory was nonsense. But Dad didn't hesitate to give a bunch of equally complicated things......... Although I couldn't understand what was being said at all, judging by the grim expressions of those people, it seemed that they couldn't refute what Dad said at all.

However, they also can't accept it.

Shortly after that presentation, Dad's lab seemed to be abolished and funding was canceled. Of course, Dad couldn't accept this result, so he rushed to the dean's office to reason with the other party, but in the end, there seemed to be no result.

Since then, Dad has been a little depressed. I've heard a few things about him, and everyone else seems to be laughing at him, even insulting him. I heard that even in the class taught by my father, some students dared to contradict him, and even some parents jointly wrote to the school, thinking that a "deceitful" and "whimsical" person like my father was not suitable to teach students.

However, Dad was dismissive of this, but he was still full of enthusiasm for his work......... However, many experiments could not be completed without relying on bulky and "expensive" instruments.

I can't bear to watch my dad continue to worry, and besides, children just have to help their parents. So, one afternoon, I made my own request to my dad.

"I was born out of my father's theory, so if my father asked me to meet those people, then it would prove that my father's theory was correct."

At the time, my dad didn't agree with me, believing that "stupid and inferior primates" were extremely dangerous in addition to their whims. Dad has always warned me not to show my face in front of people, because those "lower beings" will be hostile and destructive to anything beyond their understanding, and my existence is simply impossible for their worldview. Therefore, in order to protect their "stupid and ignorant values", it is very likely that these "lower beings" will choose to strengthen their position and faith by destroying my existence.

However, I don't want to watch my dad continue to be blamed and insulted by those people.

Finally, that day has come.

Dad was called to attend a talk. And it was made clear that if he couldn't get anything of value out of this speech, then Dad would be swept away.

At that time, I made up my mind that I must help my father prove that his theory was correct.