Warm.

Sensors faithfully uploaded all the information, and lines of data quickly flowed through Shelley's mind, sorting and processing at a rate that the mortal brain could not handle

But what was cared for, or perhaps mentioned to the highest level, was the warm feeling of her octopus-like appendages crawling across the sand.

It's not a precise word that doesn't point to specific temperatures and textures, and this string of useless information takes up a trivial chunk of her database. Technopriests are often waste-weary, and even the most seemingly biochemical sages, their intricately crafted flesh is another worship of the Om Messiah

But Shelley liked it, and the parts she deliberately kept close to flesh and blood were not just her face and hands. The warmth reminded her of the afternoon sun, the cushions, and some people's hands.

She loved the feeling of pretending to be bewitched, and the chaotic and ridiculous senses of the organism were undoubtedly a gift.

An oasis, the Savior of the desert, the witness of the most sincere prayers, the rare greenery struggling out of the yellow sand. Shelley walked slowly to the edge of the waterhole and leaned down to look at the reflection.

Her hands were delicately clasped in her abdomen, and her red robe covered most of her appendages, and she looked almost an elegant girl. Her face turned blue because she had not seen the light for a long time, but fortunately it was made up for by the blood of youth. When the red light behind the false cornea was not flickering, the gray-blue eyes were indeed moving vividly.

It's a well-depicted illusion, a trap laid in advance. But it wasn't aimed at anyone else, just Shelley's own noose, his own chains.

"So, that's your plan?" She spoke politely, and the ancient, ancient language that belonged to the era when mankind was still expanding its territory 10,000 years ago flowed out. "You brought us here to strangle or raise your son?"

There was no answer, only the whirring of the hot wind through the thorns of the camels.

"Vogrim is a coward who goes with the flow, Victor is a cynical idiot who can't see the truth, but I know everything. I saw your light, and the moment the Twilight shattered, the light of your torch pierced through the darkness, and then I saw ......"

"I don't remember, your flame burned my mind. Why did you tell me and let me forget? But you've always been like that, and I already knew that. ”

An appendage swayed slightly, stirring the smooth water. Shelley watched the ripples in his countenance and continued in a calm tone.

"Your salvation is too late, too late, even 10,000 years ago. Don't you understand, this so-called Great Rebellion is just an afterburner of the Milky Way.

Earlier, before humanity had fallen to the end, you had a chance to turn it all around, but you let hope slip through your fingers. ”

"You could have done it! You could have saved us all! She raised her voice suddenly.

Her words slowed down. "But you sit back and watch us drift down the wrong path, and we get bogged down.

You see the atrocities that accumulate to the point where the human mind is shaky.

You see progress and technology turn into unbridled nightmares, and so many brilliant minds see the ravines in front of them, only to be pushed into the abyss by a pair of hands behind them.

But you're still standing still. ”

"It is not surprising that our creation has betrayed. Don't generations of children also yearn to strangle their parents so that they can devour the latter's legacy? Why is loyalty, when countless oaths and interests cannot be ensured, framed by two lines of code? ”

Then subspace tore off the veil of warmth and laughter at the unsuspecting soul. I am not surprised that they are by their very nature hunger and self-destruction, leaving nothing but tyranny and sinister. ”

"I don't resent them, just as I don't resent natural phenomena. Who would hate the captivity of the first cosmic velocity? Even in old Terra, where fetishes and superstitions are rampant, I'm afraid this is nonsense. I only blame you. ”

"It's all on you, you are supposed to be our rod, our shepherd, but you threw humanity into the cold void to fend for itself. And when we are dying, why do you wear laurels and go down to earth too late to take up the name of Savior? ”

"You have no last resort, and I have always known that even the rebellious heirs still carry out a certain side of you.

First Evil ...... Oh, even so, his writings and beliefs will sustain your empire for thousands of years to come. Could he have done better in your planning?

So I was picked up by you and the chessboard? After I bow down to you, plead with you, give to you, and get nothing but indifference? ”

"But you are wrong, you have been wrong since the biggest mistake that abandoned us, and you cannot be compensated for by this little cleverness. I'm no longer the girl who knelt down and begged you to save humanity.

I will not let that child be your heir, your companion, your weapon. He's going to be sharpened into the shape I need and ......."

Shelley licked her lips, letting the saliva soak the dry, peely corners of her mouth, then raised her index finger and pressed it lightly against her lips, closing her eyes to feel the wetness of her fingertips. For a moment, she shuddered and spoke.

"I'm going to find you, stand before you, and tell you that this galaxy has only embers for us since you gave up igniting the flame of hope.

I want to tell you how much I hate you in this dark age. The layers of pie-shaped chips that stuff my chromosome have 387.44 million miles of printed circuits. If the word "hate" were engraved on every nanometer of the 380,000,000,440,000-mile printed circuit, it would not be worth a billionth of what I hated you in this very short moment. Hate. Hate. ”

She opened her eyes and bowed slightly. She likes etiquette, even though not many people can grasp the cumbersome and cumbersome knowledge imprinted in databases. Two appendages came out of the water with a small needle sticking out of the end, and several small fish were still beating.

"I think he'll like it."

Finely tuned bionic electronic notes linger at a happy end, and a gentle smile is reflected in the shattered water.