I’m 12 years old and I’m still a doll. Don’t be a good stringer. I’m laughing at the face of a slab.
He doesn’t feel ashamed. The master left early, passed on to him his food skills, and this one took 40 years. He’s got so many songs, his voice is not down, he’s sharp, he can’t sing so loud, he can play the piano, he’s got so much fun, he’s got a little bit of a chord, he’s got a little bit of a string, he’s got a big, he’s got a big mouth, he’s got a big mouth, he’s got a big mouth.
But there’s no way to find an actor.
The violinist walked alone, long and straight, had a long grass, ran into a big crack, jumped in two steps, scrambled on his ass, and turned back to see if he was alive again.
It’s still light. He’s tweaking his bow.
More than 10 years ago, it was like an arrow, and it was all the way south. And if it’s not afraid of the wind and sand, I’ll just whip it.
Singing “Ten-Six” and going to a town, the piano boy backs up, beats the dust on his pants, wipes the rear vision mirrors of the roadside car, shudders his fingers back, walks forward and continues:
Through the clouds and through the mountains. And old mother! and she is pleased that this Day will be greeted with mercy.
I happen to see a little girl looking at him in the back of the glass door of the store. He stopped and looked at the little girl through the dirty glass, whether he was older or older, and finally he was polite: “Sister, there are adults at home.” I’m sorry.
Girls don’t talk, but they’re like model dolls in a window.
“I’m the one who plays the party and plays the string, and I’m all alone, so I’ll go in and get some food and sing a play. I’m sorry.
Girls don’t talk.
The violinist said, “Okay. I’m sorry.
He pushed the door in, took some cans and water out of the glass, picked up a lyric sentence for the girl:
The golden wind blows the marmalade and the red frost.
When the girl looked at him, she laughed, and said, “This is my baby coconut hull. Forty years ago, my master found a box made of old coconuts and gills, and asked the teacher to make a pair of herbs and two Suzhou tigers for the old string. Say, and bow again: “I will go, it is almost night and day. I’m sorry.
Huqin pops his ass, the doll player leaves town, walks on long, straight roads, and he has to find a place in the field before dark.
Is there anyone in the world who listens to the party? He doesn’t know. Is there anyone in the world but him? He doesn’t know much more.
The virus spread in its third year, standing up as a ghost-eater, laying down as a ghost’s food, leaving him far away before he died, going south, and living in the south? Or can we go south? Master didn’t have time to tell him. No one told him since. Maybe the script makes sense.
He’s got a string. Sing:
And if it’s not afraid of the wind and sand, I’ll just whip it. Through the clouds and through the mountains.
Cracking, the piano boy is gone.
The exploration of the solar system was not well conducted. Shortly after the probes had crossed the red planet, the blue planet entered the field of view, and the guide to the vital meter remained at 0 tics, with scientists pressing on the shell of the meter, and the red pointer swinging to the right and the right, and then slowly and stubbornly returning to its place of origin.
Two of the planets that had previously speculated that there might be life were orphan lands, which was a great disappointment to scientists. He shuts off the comms, enters a long silence in 12 time units.
During that time, he went around eight words between the red and the blue planets, trying to find the traces of civilization that existed, and the sadness continued to tear his soul apart, because solitude was the greatest enemy of life, and he was about to burst into despair, unleashing the buds of his body and continuing life in a noisy group.
And right at this point, the metering pointer moves a little bit, and scientists stare hard at old instruments and try to confirm that they see a miracle, not an illusion. When the detector once again skips from the blue planet, the pointer is once again out of the centre line, scientists are pleased to lower the height of the detector, and the closer the orbit of the spacecraft to the surface of the planet, the more active the meter is, until the pointer remains at scale 1.
Scientists overlooking the planet. From any angle, this is an ugly, deformed star: One end of it is immersed in blue liquids and presents a smooth curve; the other end is a tumour made of grey and black rocks, with the highest point of the rises piercing the atmosphere and placing itself in space, where the surface is covered with condensed holes due to solar wind erosion and asteroid impact. The rise is tilted towards the rotational axis, and the shift in gravity has left the planet completely unbalanced. Under the pull of solar gravity and internal stress, its swinging public curve is bound to point to the sun — the end of the blue planet.
According to the instrumental guidelines, scientists suspended at the tip of a tumour, and he saw a small hill standing in a crater, a mountain peak of strange colour, mass and structure that was completely different from a tumour of stone.
Under the mountain, scientists found the subject, the only living organism that the probe had ever visited of 279 galaxies.
“Hello, mate. I’m sorry.
Lonely life forms are moving a rock. It lifts the rock with its front limbs, and the back limbs climb to the surface of the mountain, moving cautiously in a low-gravity environment. When scientists send signals with longwaves, lasers and heavy particle beams, the living body does not show surprise. It lifts its head, and the long-range detectors are scarred.
Scientists received responses from short wave signals. It took a little time to learn the language of the other: lower linguistic language based on the original semantic structure, which is quite rare in silicon life.
“Hello, I’m AHCZbj-033. I’m sorry.
The bodies of life continue their work. It’s fixing a hole in the mountain with stones. In the opinion of scientists, it is repairing at a faster rate than the peaks have been hit by low-orbit space debris, but life forms do not seem to care about efficiency. Scientists are frustrated by each other ‘ s apathy, yet they still add to their signals a warmer voltage.
“How valuable to get together, huh? So many suns, so lonely. I’m sorry.
Life hasn’t stopped this time.
“Hello. I’m sorry.
“I don’t have a name, I’m a cosmologist, and I’ve been looking for the life of Orion’s rotational arm of the galaxy, and the mystery of its origin and extinction, in a total of 400 hours. I’m sorry I got nothing. It is difficult to express my joy in your language, and I would like to hear you talk about the civilization of the planet, if you allow me, and I will open the communicator and broadcast this valuable meeting to all partners. I’m sorry.
“I don’t understand you. I’m sorry.
“I mean, the story of how you or your community were born, in the long history of 4.6 billion years, you must have a lot to tell. For example, as a result of geological and climate change, silica-based life-fired species ignited from liquid metal ponds…”
Here’s a weather forecast for you. The next 24 hours of weather in the Xianshan Landscape, Anhui province, will be:
Once again, the living body stopped to respond and then remained silent for a moment.
“Sorry, I can’t connect to the weather server. I’m sorry.
It doesn’t mean to apologize.
Scientists are a little upset. He has tried to speak in many ways, and the living body has given only a brief answer to this logic. He turned on his communicator to show his partners the images before him, and after the praises, it was agreed that the life of the Blue Star before us lacked the desire to communicate, and that the dialogue should end as soon as possible out of respect for each other ‘ s cultural beliefs.
Loneliness swells in scientists. He thought over and asked three questions:
AHCZbj-033, where are we? I’m sorry.
“Do you have a name for this mountain? I’m sorry.
“Can I be allowed to look into the history of this planet in an absolutely anonymous and non-commercial way? I’m sorry.
The life form responds without conceit:
“The coordinates are N32°16’52.96′ South, W71°82’85.47′ West, and the town of Colonda, San Heronimo, Santa Fe, Argentina. I’m sorry.
“Standar, located about 5 km south-west of the city of Zhuang, Anhui Province, on the western outskirts of the city of Zhuang. The main peak, the small mountain, is 317 metres above sea level and covers a total area of 240 square kilometres. “The mountains of Escalade, the mountains of the south-west, the forest is beautiful, and the hope is great, and the hope is great.” “The mountains are known for the beauty of their mountains, and for their ancient monuments, such as the Dinosaurs and the Temple of Dinosaur. It has been more than 1,200 years since the establishment of the Temple of Tun Dynasty for six years (771). It’s been over 900 years…
After a long article of 4402 bytes, in response to the third question, the living body replied briefly:
“I’m sorry, I can’t connect to the historical encyclopedia server. I’m sorry.
At that point, scientists turned off the comms and volunteered to interpret the answer as “permissive.” I’m sorry.
He pulls up the handle of the interactive sensor, sends a signal to the remote ATM, and according to the self-reciprocation algorithm, the relative distance between him and the ATM is 4.6 billion light-years, which is decreasing as the number of space layers is reduced. Soon after, the answering machine sent gravitational wave data that came out of the blue planet when it had just condensed, 4.6 billion years ago, and brought it closer over time until now. These gravitational wave data bury the entire history of the planet.
Scientists turned the handle, and the data into visual models appeared on untwilighted screens, starting with a cluster of iron nickel cores surrounded by hot melted materials, to condensate to the surface to form mountains and low valleys, to release gas to form the atmosphere until the cooled planet was captured by the sun, and the raw proteins were bred in the form of the original nuclear organisms in sunlight.
The page-turning screen is set on a green blue algae, and scientists stare at the prototype of carbon-based organisms, slowly turning the handle.
Stable rotations and public rotations congregate the land, followed by a drifting asteroid captured by a blue planet as a satellite, magnetic polar motion and tidal formation. In the time of moving forward at speeds, giant comets hit the surface of the Earth as the first cannon of a massive explosion of life, water filled with valleys, air condensed into the sky, life in the ocean devoured and disillusioned each other, and the first step of the land was to raise the head to the observer in the meditation.
Then the scientists turned a quarter of their hands, and a sapphire-like planet appeared in front of them, with the straight-walking ape descendants breaking into the mountains and building cities, spilling their lives into every corner of the ocean, the first rocket leaving the atmosphere in a difficult way, and the next moment a flying vehicle crossed the Coboi belt and flew to deep space, the blue planet was like a ripe plume, spreading small flying objects around, and the red planet soon had blue stains.
Suddenly, the history of carbon-based organisms came to an end, and the blue planet became what it was today, with broken bodies floating in orbit, and scientists had to go back to history, zoom in and look for that decisive brake. With the help of a vital meter, he found the image of AHCZbj-033, the only survivor of the planet, in a condensed time, under the mountain, called Mt.
At that moment, life was doing the same thing as it is now, except that it looked much younger and the mountains were much stronger. It lives in an egg-type room made of metal (and possibly in its outer crust) to generate energy from sunlight, and it has many of its own kind, which does not communicate with each other. Its work also includes introducing carbon-based organisms to the basic commons of the mountain – two types of organisms that are largely symbiotic.
Then, a small, active comet of high quality hit the mountain at high speed. The comet almost unobstructedly pierces the blue planet, ejected from the other side of the planet with a core of iron and nickel elements, and disappeared into the middle of space, with heavy-element eruptions forming a 3000-kilometre-high metallic puncture, which was then broken by gravitational bends, part of which fell back to the ground, and part of which cooled in orbit. The surface is boiling, red-heated liquid silicate comes out of the opening, piles up to 1,000 km high tumours, evaporates the ocean, and starts a hot rain.
After a long time, the rain stopped. The blue planet has lost one-tenth of mass, and the water fills up a 400-km radius created by comets, making half the planet blue on the surface, while the point of ejection rises to a tumor of silicon, iron, aluminium oxide.
Once again, a long time later, the largest piece of rock at the top of the tumor fell off the floor of the mother and a small metal shell appeared in the fracture. AHCZbj-033 leaves his residence without being confused by environmental changes or thinking about why he survived (carb-based organisms may call it the Leyton Frost effect, with a highly evaporated gas forming a protective membrane) and after a brief adaptation to a low-gravity environment, it begins to build new mountains on the tumour surface. The other side of the Earth ‘ s thickness, compared to the location previously known as the city of Xianzhou, Anhui Province, China, is San Geronimo County, Santa Fe Province, Argentina, but these two names are of little interest to AHCZbj-033. Its starting point is very simple:
The place to work is missing and needs to be built.
And the mountains are gone, so build them.
Scientists have long been silent. He knew that the blue planet would eventually be destroyed and that the life of life would not support that day, but he respected the choice of his new friend. For his community, life begins and ends with one another, while the last life of the blue planet has more meaningless but determined goals.
He respectfully sends his farewell greetings with a steady short wave:
“I’m going to look for other lives, so bye. You’re not alone. I’m sorry.
“Bye. Welcome again. I’m sorry.
With rusty upper limbs, the living body struck a rock, trying to embed it in the cracks of the mountain, turning its head in the direction of the detector and greeting it with seven colours with broken displays.
Scientists drove a detector away from the mountain, away from the blue planet and away from the solar system. In the long darkness between two stars, his lonely heart burst into 40 buds and the organic matter upon which they grew. Before they reach the next galaxy, they grow up as a group that loves to communicate with each other, to find the meaning of life in each other ‘ s quarrels, and then, because of their intolerable coexistence, to separate themselves from the cosmos, to look for new ones.
Life is a brief gathering and endless loneliness.
Prior to the loss of his mind, scientists were very envious of the partner who enjoyed the benefits of being alone, and who he hoped would be able to gain such a great deal from his own community.
Of course, after separate events, AHCZbj-033 will not know or care.
Because the Anhui state cleaning-033 robot has its own philosophy of life.
“The lantern river, the lanterns
Handpaper, starboard.
Shake and shake to the Dragon Palace. I’m sorry.
We’ve been singing such fairy tales since we were kids.
Every year, on the evening of the 30th of the month of the agricultural calendar, children from all over the town come to the lantern river, fold red pairs of paper into small boats, put the candles left behind on the holy case, look to the west, and wait for the sun to fall down from the hill, which is at its lowest turn. After dark, we lit candles, and put the paper boat in a lantern river, and we saw the boat shaking in the waves and disappearing in the shadows of the morning.
It was said that the paper ship that sank at the latest would carry the world’s pyrotechnics to the palace of the dragon, so that the king of the dragon would bless the prosperity and tranquillity of the town for the coming year. The lantern river, the only uncold river in the mountains during the winter, is said to be flowing all the way to the East Sea, day and night.
And I never prayed for the town, and when I lit the candle, I thought only of one name: Haiqing.
At the best of times, me and chrysanthemum, he ran all over the country in his pants, and I ran naked behind. Growing up a little later, I realized that there was a difference between men and women, and I could only look at him so far, and feed the cattle, make the garbs, and sit on the lawn and sit around and smoke the cigarettes that were distributed in the commissary. Then, four of them went to the lantern river to play with water, and the three ran home in panic, and the lumber disappeared in the deep water of the river, leaving only a wet slipper on the shore.
They say the Dragon King loves this town, and that Qing must be a guest at the Dragon Palace, having fun, forgetting time. I wrote his words on the paper ship and sent him every year, but he never wrote back.
When I was 20 years old, I left the town of lanterns, dreaming in the city’s bed and seeing often the rivers of lanterns flowing in the winter snow.
I worked at the University of Port City as an eco-anthropologist, and you know the news of the discovery of different humans across the globe in those years, and my mentor was in the direction of marines in the deep Pacific Ocean, the strange creatures who began to come into contact with humans but never showed their face and real intentions.
Until that day, the seamen’s strange ships landed in China’s canoes and told mankind in the old language: “Let’s begin our dialogue.” I’m sorry.
The mentors drove me to the scene, in the middle of the tide, under the spotlight, on the platform of metals and corals, the chrysanthemum that disappeared from my life when I was 12 years old, the chrysanthemum in heavy fish slabs, the chrysanthemite diplomats and the only advocate.
“The seamen came from the bottom of the sea, choosing the path to life that is completely different from that of wise people, a million years ago. At this point, the seamen believe that the time has come for equitable dialogue, because the Earth is about to face a crisis, with an extraordinary rise in liquid tides from the depths of the earth, which are not continuous in Gudenburg, and unprecedented changes in the crust will destroy the entire Earth’s biosphere, at which time all the subgenerous species must abandon fear and guard and begin to cooperate. I’m sorry.
Life gets messy and busy. One chance, I finally met a seaman diplomat alone and had five minutes alone, and I suppressed all memories and impulses and asked him a question in my native language: “Hai Qing, do you remember the slippers I gave you? I’m sorry.
The blue and white slippers that he was wearing when he fell into the river of lanterns, which I gave him, and which he left behind, and which I kept deep in the trunk.
He was silent for a moment, looking at me with his bright eyes, and saying, “I’m sorry, I can’t save the memory of the dead, but a body fit for land and sea.” It’s a seaman’s shell. I’m sorry.
Two months later, I went back to lantern town.
In the evening of the 30th of the month, there were no footprints in the snow by the lantern river, the town had been evacuated, and I lit the only candle fire this year and put a paper boat in the water. The river flows slowly to the East Sea. I care about the future of humanity, but I’m too vulgar, too small to think about such a grand proposition, and the only way I can think of meeting with the Quiz is to reach the legendary dragon palace.
For a diplomat, is that still alive?
But what kind of life is life if you only live in regret?
I took that shoe and walked into the water.
There was an old man dressed up on the screen, and he had a very tight white hair and seemed a little nervous in front of the camera.
“My name is Zhang Muyang. “This is my last words.” I’m sorry.
“Current neurologist, 74 years old, died of pancreatic cancer. My second half of my life at the university built a laboratory of neuro-brain science dedicated to system research on brain and consciousness relevance, and my first half of my life ended with a car accident at the age of 22. I’m sorry.
He consciously looked to the left.
“In my 22-year-old college year, I was engaged to get married in the country and went to Johns Hopkins University in the United States. On November 7th, when our taxi crashed into the front of the bus, Liu Yueshi died instantly, and I suffered only minor injuries. I’m sorry.
“I don’t want to describe it in emotional terms, but anyway, the car crash changed my life stance. I’m sorry.
“In order to obtain as many qualifications and resources as possible, I will go to the United States of America after the funeral of Liu Yingxie. At the age of 29, I received a Ph.D. from John Hopkins University, and the doctoral thesis, The Composition and Domestication of the Brain, received the IBRO-Kemali International Award from the International Brain Research Organization. I’m sorry.
“I went back to China, got a position at this top university, established and led a laboratory of neuro-brain science, with substantial financial and human resources. I’m sorry.
“To this day, all the research results released by the lab are only products that are produced outside of my real subject, and my experimental work is absolutely confidential, even to the assistants and researchers in the lab. I’m sorry.
The old man took up a glass of water and dipped his dry lips.
“I want to talk to you about the nature of human beings. I’m sorry.
“As we saw it before, memory is the determining factor of human beings, it marks the experience, attributes and social position of human beings, but now we know that memory is not a critical factor for pure self-awareness, and that self-awareness can exist in isolation from memory. I’m sorry.
“The observation of a person with severe amnesia indicates that a person can retain a clear understanding of himself without the vast majority of scenario memory, acquired sexual skills and even muscle memory. He forgets how to eat, speak, walk, and the pattern of behaviour is clearly a process of exploration driven by self-perception, and he is trying to rediscover the world, even if the newly acquired knowledge only lasts for a few dozen seconds. I’m sorry.
“The brain of hundreds of billions of neurons makes one of the most complex structures that we can imagine. In the process of understanding how the brain works, we find that many of the functions that should be of an advanced consciousness are determined by neurons, or, in other words, by the automated process of the brain. I’m sorry.
“Sorry, it’s not class. I’ll try to describe the device you’re about to see. I’m sorry.
The old man looks to the left again.
“How does self-awareness get a sense of the world?” Human organs receive information from the outside world and are transmitted to the corresponding regions of the brain by means of a neurological telecommunications signal, which is processed in the primary processing cortex, and is perceived as a phantom of the outside world, which is created by the automatic processing, supplementation and integration of the brain and which is not the real — unrelated philosophies, assuming that there is an objective characterization of the outside world. I’m sorry.
“For example, the defects in the organization of cone cells make the vision of humans look different, blind and blind, but in everyday life we do not recognize the visual blind zone, because the consciousness is a continuous image processed by the visual community. I’m sorry.
“Imagine a small man, who is human consciousness; he sits in your head and acquires all knowledge about the outside world through screens, horns, vibrating sensors. I’m sorry.
“The random thinking and behavior of a purely subjective mind is left out of discussion; I wonder whether it can be `deployed’ through an automated process of the brain itself that brings the consciousness closer to the truth. I’m sorry.
Unlike VR technology or brain interface, this is simple, but the main thrust is on the experiments generated by the underlying source of the consciousness. I’m sorry.
“From two mice. Although I am not a progeny of the same mother, living in different environments, I limit their ability to act, transmit the modem signals to their corresponding brain neurons, and simply simulate the living environment and everyday behaviour. By the way, I call this environment a “vision,” and this experiment is called “to domesticate,” as my doctoral thesis says. I’m sorry.
“The point is that whenever there is a situation in the virtual environment that requires judgement, there is a telecommunications signal to a specific area of the lobe, which, as you know, is the most important product of my laboratory. This signal affects the bad taste of the mouse for a particular problem, making it inclined to a choice. I’m sorry.
“At three months later, two mice returned to the cage, and the labyrinth confirmed my guess: Their consciousness is convergent, and they make the same judgments on almost all the same issues, and it can be said that two mice, though not genetically related, can be considered to be more than 95% of the same body. I’m sorry.
“Of course, their behaviour began to diverge soon after they were released to the natural environment, but that was not important. I’m sorry.
“I’ve been able to reach out to dogs and chimpanzees. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, the old man was a bit tired, he drank medium water and took 30 seconds to rest.
“Twenty-two years ago, I was able to get a functioning baby brain through some kind of channel, and I put it in a sterile liquid, setting up a living and sensory environment. Deception of the brain is a difficult thing, especially the crucial idea of `self’, when, under technical conditions, my `vision’ used part of the cloned organ, using VR technology, and the whole device was placed on a five-axis platform that accurately simulated gravity, speed and centrifugal power. It’s a very troublesome organ. I’m sorry.
“As soon as the experiment begins, I can’t tell if the mind has evolved in the direction I imagine, but only through experience and learning that I’ve accumulated throughout my life. I’m sorry.
“I’ve collected all the numbers of Liu Yingxie, all the events, characters and scenes of her growing up, and returned her life to the extent possible. The final data model is so large that I spend so much money on cloud computing that it is not surprising that every little thing in computing life becomes the hardest part of the plan. I’m sorry.
“Five years ago, when I learned that I had advanced cancer, I asked doctors to use all the means that would sustain life, and that pain would be acceptable, until today. I’m sorry.
“November 7, today. I’m sorry.
“Today she will not die in a car accident because my database does not contain data from today. The 22-year-old brain will begin to be Liu Yingxie today, waking up in my lab. I’m sorry.
“Please take care of her. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t have time to get a cloned body, but she was a brain neuroscientist herself, and she would understand it. I’m sorry.
The old man finally had a smile on his face.
“You’ll understand all this. I’m sorry.
“The medicine in the cup will kill me, but we will meet in another way. I’m sorry.
“Not in the world of view, but in the real world. I’m sorry.
“Is the real world real? Or is there another illusion that the little guy in our head sees? No, I don’t care about brain science right now, I care about you. So I chose this path that might be a renegade one. I’m sorry.
“I’m a boring scientist. Thank you for accepting everything. So, goodbye. I’m sorry.
With the last force, the elderly turned the camera to the right, lying down on the chair and slowly down the head.
In the laboratory, on the five-axis industrial platform, in the glass tank No. 12, the brain immersed in liquids is connected to numerous conductors that lead to isolated organs, such as eyeballs, snails and nasal cavities suspended around them, which have just been removed from VR equipment. Without eyelids and eyebrow muscles, the eyeball had no other choice but to watch everything happen.
Outside the laboratory, on several floors, in the autumn of the north, covered with golden and silver apricots, the students went to the classroom with hysteria. The world is waking up.
In the second millennium of the anti-entropy era, iron elements have disappeared for more than nine centuries with the back-to-penetration effect of quantum, and manganese chromium chromium alloys have survived in the blood hemoglobins only with some kind of divine grace, manganese chromium chromium has sustained the restless human civilization until metal products gradually lose light, manganese atoms are nuanced to light and light, and expediency is on the brink of collapse.
With copper nickel alloy, people have had to build large metal components to make up for the side effects of reduced strength, iron towers, iron bridges, steel beams, steel tracks into copper towers, copper bridges, copper beams, copper tracks, and phosphorous-treated white coppers with a glamour of silver and, admittedly, a more elegant world, which gives some comfort to a concerned human society.
However, the disappearance of nickel and chromium is also in the countdown, depending on the combination. In this age, each child recites the elements of the energy matrix, calculates the capacity lost by the aluminium guide instead of the copper guide, and repeats the process by which magnesium is returned to the United Legal System for the preparation of sponge titanium. In this era, petrochemicals have returned to the cutting edge of the industry, with the increasing use of high-molecular polymers, from fork and farm tools to cars and aircraft, medium-quality elements becoming treasures in the hands of collectors, a manganese chromium alloy bolt that can be properly kept in the Tower Field, which can produce millions of euros in Sofuby, knowing that the Tower Field can only delay the elimination of the elements for a short time, but witnessing the latest cherry blossoms is precisely the aesthetic contemplation of the Japanese at the auction.
The case was intended as a collector not because of one eighth of Japanese origin, but because of an accident in childhood. At that time, the Earth was experiencing the tide of manganese chromium alloy, with collapsed buildings, busy crowds, far-flung city clippings of an unbelievably 3D scroll, with no one looking after a 10-year-old boy, leaving the shed alone, walking through the blackout, attracted by a light and entering the building.
There’s no one in the usually heavily guarded exhibition hall at the moment, and the emergency lights are showing the display in the glass box: One of the most valuable exhibits of the National Museum is iron and metal products protected by large-scale Tool’s power complex.
The case passed through the bulletproof glass and looked at the silver and white steel ring.
“No. 028 Harmonic Retrench bearing, material GCr 15, 2079. * And he reads, and suddenly he feels * The softest and softest combinations of steel and steel come from ancient elements that have been extinct.
He covered his pants with his hands, and the wet marks slowly opened.
He fell in love with this steel bearing.
Before he grew into a mediocre aluminum plant worker, he came to the national museum several times, looking at steel bearings 500 metres away in the buzz of the Tows field. He wanted to get close to that bearing, but the museum claimed that in recent years iron had been wiped out by more than 1 per cent each year, and that it had to increase the power of the Tows field, and shortly afterwards the bearings had to withdraw permanently from the exhibit and hide deep in underground warehouses.
The box thought that its childhood obsession was merely mental incompetence, but when he saw a television news story, the familiar impulse once again turned his mind. At an informal auction in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, where real steel products appeared, the familiar light and shape, the boxes immediately learned that that was the same-sourced object of the axle No. 028, which came from a piece of machinery in the first millennium of “the Black Iron Age”.
“The thin-faced wall bearings, produced between 2070 and 2090. I’m sorry.
He immediately resigned from his job and flew to Brazil with the money he paid to see the new owner of the iron, who, of course, could not buy it with a small amount of savings, but the mad passion of the box of love infected the tycoon in the communications industry. The tycoon said to others more than once in the rest of his life: “Human civilization has more than a thousand years left, and I mean the era of anti-entropy is a trial. I lost faith until the young man fell on his knees at my feet and begged for a life-long job in exchange for an opportunity to touch that bearing. I knew at that moment that the way the Creator felt about the creation could continue after the era. I’m sorry.
The case touched the bearing and kissed it. The sweetness of steel passed from the tip of the tongue to the vertebrae, and once again the box climaxed, with the strongest orgasm since childhood, when he died almost in happiness.
The tycoon gave the box the power to use the trust fund, and the tycoon passed on to the auction houses with an alarming judgement, filling up the tycoon’s collection, and he was able to see the real steel from thousands of fakes, more accurate than the mass spectrometer. Over the course of several years, he was given nearly 100 co-sourced parts, numbered and kept in the storage of the Tow Company in Bolivia.
On a tour, the baron looked at the piece of steel in a neat line and said, “I know what this is. I’m sorry.
“I knew it. The box answers.
He found technical material for nine centuries, recruited experts to make missing components, and even managed to recaptulate key chips and paint original solids. After a long consolidation and debugging process, the expert feedback was that all but one of the axial parts could be performed and the test engine could be activated.
The last piece of the puzzle the box knows is the 028-coding speed reduction bearing.
To that end, he was willing to break up with the tycoon and to use all means to obtain the valuable collection of the National Museum of the Motherland. In the museum’s underground warehouse, the 028 bearings are perfectly embedded in the body, the case is finished with its own hands, the case is moved back two steps and the button is pressed with a shaking finger.
And at this point he is a rocket filled with liquid fuel, a passion that he has been burning throughout his life, a dream in all his nights, a love of the bone marrow, and an imagination of his soul. The only way he’s going is into space.
Despite the half-blinding of iron, bearing 028 performed the task perfectly, and in the sound of the wires on the speed-reducing machine, the steel robot slowly raised his head.
Before the robot said the first sentence, the box smashed the control table with a hammer, pulled out the cable, and razed the electromagnetic wire of Tower Field before the backup diesel generator worked.
His tears were full of tears. He wants to go back to 10 years of age, back to the tremors of the first time he saw the 028 bearing. The bearings of steel are his gods and lovers, and he thinks that what is done now will gain more affection and love. But he was wrong. He put his arm on Venus of Milos, he let Van Gogh live to see himself as a vulgar pop painter, and he wrote his finals for Red House Dream and Gogol, Kafka, Dostoyevsky. He ruined everything.
The current steel man is fading out of the physical rules of the anti-entropy era, the second millennium of the “black copper age” is just beginning, and humankind is going to suffer for decades. The case did not have to witness it, and his pain ended with a white copper bullet embedded in the forehead.
The tycoon stretches his hand to help the robots, and receives only one slag of alloy elements, with soft resin parts scattered on the ground, such as cheaply processed meat from supermarkets.
“So we don’t love steel, or manganese chromium alloy. Since then, the tycoon has often said to people, “It’s just a few things. So we’re gonna love ourselves more and more. I’m sorry.
The end–
□ Chang lan
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
