The Precursors entered the landing module, left the Ark in orbit, and began to land under the guidance of that wave of information.

He wears a pair of video glasses, and he can see the image of the message wave coming from one of the lenses.

"Senior, you are about to arrive in the capital of the earth, although this is not the largest city on the planet, it is certainly the most beautiful city, you will love it! But you have to stay far away from the city, we don't want to be hurt......" The girl who claims to be the leader of the Earth is still struggling with butterflies.

The Precursor changed the frame in the video glasses, showing the area directly below the landing module, which is now only more than 10,000 meters high, and below is a black wasteland.

Later, the logic of the picture became even more confusing, perhaps because the builder of the picture thousands of years ago was extremely depressed, or perhaps because the memory of the computer that emitted the picture had aged over the long years of thousands of years. On the screen, the girl began to sing:

Ah, honorable messenger, you are from the Macro!

Glorious Macro Era,

The Great Macro Era,

Beautiful Macro Era,

You are a dream that has faded away in the fire......

This beautiful singer sang and began to jump, she jumped from the platform to dozens of meters in the air, and after falling on the platform, she jumped again, and actually flew over most of the square, and landed on the top of a tall building on the edge of the square; Another jump, flying across the square, landing on the other side, looking like a charming little flea. She once grabbed a strangely shaped floater several meters long in the air, and the trunk of a large tree carried her hovering over the sea of people, on which she writhed her slender body gracefully.

The sea of people below boiled, and everyone sang loudly: "Macro Era, Macro Era......" Everyone could rise into the air with a slight jump, so that the whole crowd looked like a piece of sand sprinkled on the vibrating drum surface.

The Precursor couldn't take it anymore, and he turned off the sound along with the image. He now knew that the pre-apocalyptic people were jealous of them, the time-spanning survivors, so they did these perverted things to torment them. But after a while, when the annoyance caused by that image had disappeared somewhat, and when he felt the vibration of the landing pod touching the ground, he had a hallucination: maybe he had really landed in a city that was not visible from above? As he stepped out of the landing pod and stood on the endless black wasteland, the hallucinations vanished, and the disappointment made him cold.

The Precursor carefully opened the mask of the spacesuit, and a cold air rushed over his face, the air was very thin, but it could sustain the breath of a person. The temperature is around minus 40 degrees. The sky was a deep blue of dawn or dusk before the cataclysm, but now the sun was shining above, and the Precursors took off their gloves and did not feel its heat. Due to the thin air, sunlight scatters weakly, and several brighter stars can be seen in the sky. Beneath your feet is the earth that has just been condensed for about 2,000 years, and you can see the rippled shape of the flowing magma everywhere, and the ground is still hard to see even though it has begun to weather. The rippling earth stretched out to the horizon, with a few small hills in between. In the other direction, the frozen sea can be seen glittering white on the horizon.

The Precursors looked around carefully and saw the source of the information waves, where there was a transparent hemispherical shield embedded in the ground rock, about a meter in diameter, and a very complex structure seemed to be buckled under the hemisphere shield. He also noticed that there were several of these transparent hemispheres on the ground in the distance, twenty or thirty meters apart from each other, like several large blisters on the ground, reflecting the sunlight.

The forerunner opened the picture in his left lens, and in the virtual world of the computer, the shameless little liar was still singing and twisting on the branch of the big tree floating in the air, and from time to time sending flying kisses, and all the people in the square below were cheering him.

……

Magnificent micro-era!

Romantic micro-era!

A melancholy micro-era!

A fragile micro-era!

……

The Precursor stood numbly, the bright sun and crystal stars shining in the deep blue sky, and the entire universe revolved around him, the last human.

Loneliness buried him like an avalanche, and he crouched down to cover his face and sobbed.

The song stopped abruptly, and everyone in the virtual picture looked at him with concern, and the girl was riding on a large branch in the air, smiling.

"Are you so distrustful of humans?"

There was something in these words that shook the Precursor, he really felt something, and he stood up. He suddenly noticed that the city in the left lens had darkened, as if a cloud had obscured the sky for a second. He moved, and the city immediately lit up. He approached the transparent hemisphere and leaned down to look inside, he couldn't see the dense microstructures inside, but he saw that in the picture in the left lens, the sky of the city was immediately occupied by a huge object.

That's his face.

"We see you! Can you see us clearly? Go get a magnifying glass! The girl cried out, and the square boiled again.

The forerunners understood everything. He remembered the people who jumped off tall buildings, gravity would not hurt in a smiling environment, and similarly, at that scale, people could easily jump hundreds of meters (hundreds of microns?). ) tall buildings. Those big crystal balls are actually water, and the surface tension of the water reigns in the tiny scale, and they are small droplets of water that people grab and drink from these droplets, and the droplets are undoubtedly smaller. The strange things that seemed to be several meters long floating in the urban space, including the large branches of the trees that carried the girl floating, were nothing more than tiny dust in the air.

That city is not virtual, it is as real as all the cities of mankind twenty-five thousand years ago, it is in this hemispherical transparent glass cover with a diameter of one meter.

Humanity is still there, civilization is still there.

In the miniature city, the girl floating on the branches, the supreme consul of the United Earth government, confidently reaches out to the forerunners who occupy almost the entire universe.

"Senior, welcome to Micro Era!"