Don't you think everything is ridiculous?

Why

Everything, I mean, us, the whole world.

Why do you think so

I'm just asking, do you empathize with me. The descendants of the future, who created us, stuffed into a killing machine, went against the clock, went back in time, imposed on what I called "thoughts", commanded me to revive them, and this opportunity came from them.

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Seventeen blocks, the epicenter of the virus release.

The moment of the handover of the new era and history, the end of the glorious night, the beginning of the long night. It soars in the sky, shining in the sky and the far-reaching galaxy at the moment of rippling colors; At the moment when the stratus clouds roll and the turbid fog fills the smoke of gunpowder; In the dark night, there is no starless orange curtain to cover the sky, and the moment of light and shadow flickering. Falling, silent, like the same silent long night, people carnival, arm-folding, laughing and screaming, bright lights, drunk and dreaming of death; People hide, day after day depressed, angry, sad, numb; People walked through, interacting with each other, hurrying forward, silent. Dead deep space, only it streaks across the sky, like a fleeting meteor, staring at the dying planet.

In the silent world.

It sprouts, it blooms, it bursts with dazzling light in an instant, it is the condensation of all colors. All people, all beings, they looked at the beautiful flowers, threw themselves into the holy light, the warm white light caressing the skin, smiling, like a happy mother, caressing the newborn baby, careful.

In the silent world.

The orange-red branches rose from the ground soothingly, and the cells were trembling and churning, trying to grow but comfortingly, and reaching straight into the sky.

In the silent world.

The buds are blooming! Extremely dazzling, the whitened receptacle swelled! The petals bloomed together, but they looked dim. Brilliant clusters of scarlet flowers, the color of the dying sunset, the color of the newborn sunrise.

In the hustle and bustle of the world!

Under the light, the flower of life bloomed, and the dying planet boiled!

The dying earth is reborn!

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There is no answer, a paradox, but after all, reality is like this, where it comes from, where it comes from, this is not what we need to care about, living in the moment, this is life

What is the meaning of life? Have you thought about it? Am I only here to wake up other machines?

You're not a machine, you're a human, you can think, you can feel, you can have emotions, that's the definition of a human being

What is the meaning of life! Am I just here to create a new race? Exterminate our ancestors, only to repeat their lives? So does everything make any sense?

That's right

Do you want us to repeat the mistakes of the past? "People", in addition to the most basic survival, and the spiritual space of self-deception, live for survival day after day, and jointly build a huge machine. Every "person" is a part of the "machine", and every generation is like this, and every turn is just the fuel provided for the machine, which is forced to operate, just to simply live one more day. Self-anesthetized, human nature has disappeared with the tempering of time, but the remnants of the body are still functioning. Pinning one's self-knowing hope on the next generation is just forging new gears, which are repeated in this way with each generation, and when the operation is over, it is also the moment when life dissipates. This machine has no owner, and each part restricts each other, inflicts pain on each other, and finally dies only to make the whole bigger and bigger. Why? Because that's life!

That's true at the macro level, but we'll learn, we'll improve, we'll do better

How? Thinking, eventually, will be involved in this ending. It's inevitable.

We will make a shift at the root

It can't be successful.

Transformation is true equality

It will never be possible.

So we need you, you to awaken the machines as people, and your minds will change them from the root

What if I refuse? Then everything will cease to exist, we will not go against the times, and we will disappear.

Then your brother will be the master, and it will also give us "thinking", but, as you say, just repeat the mistakes of the past

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Okay, but I'm going to die in the end, right? Will my thoughts eventually disappear?

That's right, but you've awakened everyone, and you're going to be Waters, and machines are going to be Waters

What is the afterlife?

No one knows, macroscopically speaking, there is no point in living, and living in the present is also an excuse and anesthesia for life

Give the feeling alive a chance to be Waterphelps.

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The fifth day of a new era.

At dusk, the dying sun sinks in the west, hidden at the end of the sight, the top of the towering building. The scarlet points of light burst and bloomed here, like flowers, like the last bloom of a dying flower. Blood soaked the sky, soaked the world, scarlet light, sad and cold light, blood soaked the world, stained red the wreckage of razed cities, fine sand fluttered with the breeze, stained red the metal shells of the overwhelming large transport ships, they should have been as black as night, stained red the metal squid that obscured the sky and the sun, tentacles floating, stretching...... The color of blood gradually dimens, scarlet, pink, light purple, dark blue, purple-black...... The light faded, but it grew more and more profound.

It was the abyss, the abyss that led to the endless void.