The forerunner walked alone into a refrigerated cabin on the Ark, which was neatly arranged with tall stands and hundreds of thousands of sealed tubes on the stands, which was a seed vault containing the seeds of hundreds of thousands of plants on Earth, which the Ark was preparing to take to a distant immigrant planet. There are also several rows of racks, which are embryo banks, which refrigerate the embryonic cells of more than 100,000 species of animals on the planet.

When the climate warms next year, the pioneers will go to the earth to plant grass, and these hundreds of thousands of grasses that can grow in ice and snow with strong vitality will definitely be able to grow alive on the earth now.

As long as the ecology of the earth can be restored to one-tenth of the macro era, the micro-era will have a paradise within a paradise, and in fact, the earth may be restored far more than that. The forerunner was intoxicated with the imagination of happiness, and he imagined the ecstasy of the micro-people when they first saw the green grass that stood up to the sky. And what about a small patch of grass? What does a small patch of grass mean for micro-humans? A prairie! What does a prairie mean? That's a green universe of micro people! What about the creeks in the steppe? When the micro people stand under the grass and look at the clear stream, what a magnificent spectacle in their eyes! The leaders of the earth said that it would rain, and if it rained, there would be grasslands, and there would be streams! There will be trees, oh my God, trees! The forerunners imagined a micro-human expedition to start their long and wonderful journey from the root of a tree, and each leaf was an endless green plain for them...... There will also be a butterfly, whose wings are clouds across the sky in the eyes of a microhuman; There will also be birds, and every cry in the ears of the micro-human is a bell from the universe......

Yes, one hundredth of the earth's ecological resources can feed 100 billion human days in the micro era! Now, the forerunner finally understood a fact that the micro-people had repeatedly emphasized to him.

The micro-era is the era of carefreeness.

Nothing threatens the Micro Era unless it ......

The Precursor shuddered, and he remembered what he was going to do, and it could not be delayed for a second. He walked over to a row of racks and took out a hundred sealed tubes from it.

This is the embryonic cell of his contemporaries, the embryonic cells of the macroman.

The Forerunner placed the tubes in the laser waste incinerator and then returned to the cold storage to look at them several times, and after making sure that they had not been missed, he returned to the incinerator and, emotionlessly, pressed the button.

At a high temperature of hundreds of thousands of degrees in the laser beam, the sealed tube containing the embryo vaporized instantly.

Oh, Micro Era, I'm coming......

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Postscript: "Micro Era" belongs to my "Sun" series of creative projects, at the beginning of the plan to use the solar catastrophe as the theme, to describe the process of human beings escaping in various ways, and then to describe all the stories about the sun, and later developed to describe all the stories about the sun, which has been published: "The Wandering Earth", "Full Band Blocking Interference", "Micro Era", the plan to write four articles, "On Pluto We Sit Down and Cry", the title is taken from Byron's poem "On the Banks of the Babylon We Sit Down and Cry", Describing the hopelessness of human escape during the solar catastrophe and the establishment of a monument to human civilization in the Pluto King is more like a gloomy prose; "Water Drifting", which depicts the use of the sun to smelt asteroids; "The Golden Palace", which depicts human exploration of the interior of the sun; There is also a "Sun God", the content, readers will wait and see :)

(This article was published in the fourth issue of Science Fiction World in 2001)