The elevator was at the end of the hallway, and it diffused a faint blue light. The eyes converged in front of him, Zhang Zhiyu had a splitting headache, his internal organs seemed to have been practiced by professional boxers as sandbags all night, his internal organs were twitching, and there was an indescribable fishy smell in his throat.

He groped his way to the ice-smooth wall, and involuntarily* let out a snort, his body slowly sliding down the cold metal, each movement causing * to crash in his head.

His eyes intertwined, and the intoxicating neon light that swirled in the corridor stimulated his brain, each soft light piercing his fragile cortex like a sharp steel needle. They flutter in all directions, at right angles, in arcs, twisted and mixed, sharp, deadly, and painful. He grinned unconsciously, with a smiling expression that looked like a sleepover with a dull hangover.

An octopus, trapped in a glass jar much smaller than three times its size, the lid of which is tightly tightened by a giant hand with disinfectant gloves, the octopus is trapped in a confined space, with no chance of escaping.

The tentacles slide slowly, and the suction cups shrink one by one.

What is that?

Zhang Zhiyu felt that something flashed in the vague chaos.

This area is the only new district in the city, with neat four-story villas with rare plants and genetically synthesized flowers that glow wonderfully around the lake cleaned by nanobugs. After the three world wars, most of the world was reduced to scorched earth, all major cities of various countries were reduced to ashes under the nuclear explosion, the earth's environment has deteriorated to the limit with the nuclear bomb, and the earth needs thousands of years, so the "new city" was established.

This is the result of the joint development of the people of all countries, the TUN force field. Powered by large solar conversion satellites launched in the solar system before World War III, thousands of transit space stations, and walls nearly 200 meters high have been erected at the city's borders, absorbing energy and emitting a force field that protects all living things.

Interstellar mining is not realistic, and the maximum payload cannot even offset the enormous energy expended by interstellar travel.

The energy consumed is converted into energy for reuse by different converters developed by each country, and most of it is used to build a good ecosystem and be self-sufficient. The stance is not completely isolated from the outside world, and a large number of pollutants are raging in the city almost every second.

A "new district" was established.

The happy pure land of the bourgeoisie, the Garden of Eden isolated from the world.

"Fuck all of you, the damn machine is here to give labor and management medical treatment!" Zhang Zhiyu realized that he had endured a short period of coma, and he roared desperately under the impact of the broken memory tributary, and the roar broke through the layers of obstruction in the astringent trachea, breaking through the reality of the shadow under the confused smoke.

Although all that was responded was the hum of the elevator.

There is no monotonous greeting of artificial intelligence with an electronic tone. It's just crazy noise.

The sharp pain in the lungs that exploded spread from a point in the right chest to the entire body. Zhang Zhiyu was rushed to the ground by pain, the violent dry cough completely crushed him, his head hit the ground heavily, and Zhang Zhiyu wandered away from reality and environment.

Zhang Zhiyu closed his eyes in pain, feeling the changing fluorescence, feeling the blazing air, feeling the anger that was enough to make him feel weird, and feeling the unbearable and unbelievable painful memories that made him fever and crazy.

The octopus seemed to wake up, and it began to slowly move its strips, the invertebrate creature so delicate that its movements were insignificant.

More.

Zhang Zhiyu desperately crushed his eyes and struggled to support his body by holding on to the wall, but a new round of painful impact almost caused him to fall to the ground again.

Zhang Zhiyu slowly moved forward, looking at the distant but within reach of the elevator door.

Multiple nights of hangovers, multiple nights of exhaustion, I came to the elevator door, entered my room, collapsed on the bed, and the program automatically adjusted everything to the extent I wanted it most. At this point, there is only a lack of artificial intelligence that supports its own employees and releases the gas that relieves nerve stress.

He had to sit down on the smooth ground again, his head resting lightly on his shoulder, as if he were asleep.

He lifted his chaotic head and looked at the elevator in the distance, through the fog of chaos, through the painful memories, through the heavy layers of restraint and shackles. The elevator seems to still be there, 5 meters from itself, or 10 meters away?

Overlap of sights. The colors in front of you overlap to form a wonderful set of incredible chaos. He couldn't figure out if it was the mess in his retina or the desperate dance of the real environment.

Sharp tinnitus. At first, it was just the whisper of a lover's ear, but it gradually changed and became louder, and finally it was like a painful fire siren, passing through the eardrum and straight through the brain. He couldn't figure out if it was the voice in his head or the desperate screams of the AI after it was utterly confused.

Zhang Zhiyu weakly shook off his increasingly heavy viewing glasses. He doesn't want to be on the global web for the time being.

Scarlet.

He still remembers his "father" and "home". The father was a stranger, he had no concept of "father", he only remembered his eyes full of resentment and helplessness. "Home", it is a huge building, built on the mountains of Russia, which is not even recorded on the global Internet, but has close contacts with governments around the world. Zhang Zhiyu only has endless knowledge indoctrination in the so-called "home", and only forcibly learns computer and network knowledge every day. Although Zhang Zhiyu was born in Russia, he only studied English and Chinese. My daily itinerary is arranged, and I can't make any mistakes. Everyone, looking forward to something, seems to be the most precious exhibit of a museum, or Frankenstein's monster is in its final stages.

It's bondage.

The shackles bound him firmly. That all changed dramatically at the age of 16, but it still seemed like part of the plan.

An important part.

The octopus quickens its squirming but powerful limbs, and the lid creaks in hope and despair.

Zhang Zhiyu woke up in shock, and he felt a fall in his light sleep. Facing the elevator in front of him, he struggled to move, feeling the shaking perspective and painful nerves.

He simply closed his eyes.

Zhang Zhiyu arrived in China, and the surviving members of the group brought him to this villa. There was no goodbye, no parting, everyone disappeared overnight, leaving only a brief message,

"Get it done."

Zhang Zhiyu certainly understands what this means, he has studied for more than 10 years, and of course he understands everything. He just didn't want to be in pain again. He didn't do anything. Until the visit of the President of China. He had to continue his research. Another 12 years. Painfully carried out for 12 years.

With one last twist of the lid, the octopus pulled out of its huge, resilient body......

What the is this?

Jang Ji-woo wakes up on the cold and slippery ground, sleeping or fainting? The scene is getting clearer, illusion or reality? Looking at the elevator, it was right in front of you. The neon lights throughout the corridor transition to a quiet sky blue.

The scarlet pain finally came to naught, evaporating there. The blue tranquility replaces it, the tranquility of death. He reached out to the elevator point, his savior, appearing with light through the gaps in the thick clouds.

White light.

The dazzling white light passed through the metal walls of the villa, enveloping Zhang Zhiyu and enveloping the world. All that was left in his eyes was white, eternal white, giving the peace of death.

White light.

Zhang Zhiyu felt that he was thinking about nothing, as if he was thinking about everything. He finds himself soaring into the air and can see through everything, the truth of life, the end of the universe. Although there is only a thick cloud mist that shines with white light in front of me.

White light.

He understood that he was undergoing some kind of drastic change, not just the skin on the surface, that strange and strange sensation filled the entire shell, replacing every cell. Zhang Zhiyu looked at his body, and there was only white light, pure white light. He looked around at the world before him, and there was only white light, holy white light.

White light.

He felt like he was just a thought, an eternal mind floating in the crazy silence of the white universe. His nerves had gone numb, and it seemed that he had disappeared with his body, and everything was gone, and everything was dead, only thoughts, and only white light, floating here.

White light.

In the end, when all the pain turned to dust, Zhang Zhiyu saw something in the white light, and the huge object was behind the white light, diagonally above his perspective. He focused his disintegrating consciousness and struggled to look at the object that was shining through the white light. Finally, in the last moments before his consciousness dissipated, he saw that it was a star, a huge star, a huge transparent star, like a star made of crystal clear diamonds, orbiting in the infinite white universe, floating, shining.

White light.

That's the Earth.