Five million years ago.
A suicide note millions of years ago.
Darkness and light: deep space, dream and science fiction outside of time
A meteor fell in the sky, and local residents found the remains of the burning and quickly reported them to local organizations.
The researchers arrived overnight to dig up a well-reserved alien civilization.
They also found a diary.
Carbon detection shows that this diary came from 230 million years ago.
01
In the diary, the old text is in the right place. It is hard to read, and scientists have to go back to the record first.
“There are three different handwritings, and a preliminary analysis suggests that the hands of three creatures should be passed. Dr. Tour said, “Amil, you take the first part tomorrow. Carefully, the material of this recording text is loose and thin, and in a complete vacuum, hundreds of millions of years are saved, and once oxygen is exposed, it becomes slag. It is also essential that staff wear protective film so as not to contaminate precious data with tactile slime. I’m sorry.
Young researchers nod their heads and respond to their superiors with brain waves: “Okay. I’m sorry.
The planet is very close to stars in galaxies, with high temperatures and high pressure on the ground, and the most intelligent organisms in the area have evolved thick coats of skin, leaving behind hard-to-stand spines, but rather flexible tentacles and highly developed neurons.
Kind of like old octopus on Earth.
The octopus are heavily armed and carefully spread out their thin pages.
“What a surprising process. * They admired it like they were worshipping some ancient god.
On the art, it says:
[On 1 January 2093, the station was working well and communicated with the command centre. Ate Chinese dumplings at night. Zhao Xue Ling said that writing in a foreign language helped to study, so I found three journal books, bound them together and started writing journals in Chinese. _Other Organiser
On March 8, 2093, women ‘ s day, roses were opened in the breeding center of the space base station, and several of them were given to Shelling and Sherry in bad shape. You’ve got to stay strong. _Other Organiser
I don’t know.
On August 3, 2093, there was a coup d’état in my country.
On September 1, a new government was formed. The flag has changed. The battle began on the ground, as if the new Government had no job in space, and my country’s friends and I had not changed the flag. _Other Organiser
September 18, 2094. Wars, wars, bad global wars. _Other Organiser
February 3, 2095. Finally, the first bomb landed. The sword of Damocles will not spare anyone. I know what she’s thinking. _Other Organiser
Where the bomb landed, it was her home. _Other Organiser
I don’t know.
February 9, 2096. The anticipated return time was delayed, the East Wind landing site was destroyed by missiles, and the ground command centre tried to find us a secure landing site, but never followed. _Other Organiser
It’s understandable that now there’s war on Earth, and everyone’s in danger. _Other Organiser
Thirteen of us started growing food in case the ground supply didn’t keep up. _Other Organiser
March 1st, 2096. Onions, garlic, carrots, ginger, eggplants, can cook soup, but space-based stations can’t cook soup, so they’re scrawny and boiled with rice. Today I learned a phrase called “joice in pain”. Another day when salt is run out. _Other Organiser
I don’t know.
April 28th, 2097. The scourge is not alone, with multiple volcanic eruptions across the globe and ash. I can’t see the blue planet anymore. There was also a break in communications. _Other Organiser
May 2nd, 2097. Again. The ground is not only volcanic, but also large-scale earthquakes and tsunamis. Upon his response to the ground station, Gwang Wei said two words: the end. _Other Organiser
Tonight, he told us to build an ecosystem. Yes, in such a small place as the space station, an ecosystem is built… a dream, but there’s only one way back. _Other Organiser
May 7, 2097. 13 Individuals from nine countries, we discussed four or five programmes, which were rejected one by one. Everyone’s emotions are not right, especially Hirikawa. She’s crying very badly today. She’s from Japan. Just last night, Japan collapsed. _Other Organiser
I don’t know.
June 19, 2097. Kang Wai is really smart. He quickly arranged for 12 of us to work and forced us to calm down with busy work. It’s a job, it’s a sort of data set that we put together thousands of years of human history in a single mobile hard drive. In the future, if, just if, intelligent creatures discover, there may be a slight possibility that they will be deciphered. _Other Organiser
Of course, everyone knows how elusive that is. _Other Organiser
November 27, 2097. The simplest ecological cycle is imposed. Plants, photosynthesis, water cycling, the ground can no longer count on it. Ground communications were completely disrupted and another ISS message was sent: changes in the Earth ‘ s magnetic field were detected. _Other Organiser
December 24th, 2097. The Earth’s magnetic field disappears for 15 days, when the north-south magnetic pole turns. The space station is limited in equipment and does not accurately monitor the time when geomagnetics disappear. We are not physicists, nor can we explain this strange phenomenon. But this is a long time … Kang Wei’s face is so heavy, he once again asks to be connected and, as usual, without a reply, he announces that we will not return. _Other Organiser
He’s telling the truth. The atmosphere is receding at a visible rate. _Other Organiser
[We’re 13 people, and eight of the remaining three stations, perhaps the last survivors. _Other Organiser
I don’t know.
May 3rd, 2098. The Earth is not going to go back to it and those plant seeds really saved our lives. The other two stations, the astronauts, were regular patrols and record-keeping, and material was quickly scarce. _Other Organiser
April 13, 2099. The ISS pilot asked if we could provide assistance. We agreed, Shelling wrinkled and said, “But we’re not on one track, and it’s too difficult to match. “She frowns nicely, but I still like her smile. _Other Organiser
May 20, 2099. The station ‘ s power system continues to advance in an attempt to deorbit. Failed. _Other Organiser
August 1, 2099. Continued failure. Shelling became more silent, and I wanted to make her happy and sing a folk song from home, and she said, “Sedivitch, you know, it smells like home. * I’m sorry *
We can’t go back. _Other Organiser
Despair and panic continue to spread. _Other Organiser
The docking failed again. _Other Organiser
February 3rd, 2100. The International Space Station has not responded … It has been cut from the orbit above our heads as usual, and every time it stretches its wings, I think, this is a tomb in space. _Other Organiser
Maybe we’ll end up in a grave. _Other Organiser
May 8th, 2100. Finally. However, it was not surprising that the International Space Station had lost all its personnel. There are only some very basic scientific equipment, but it doesn’t help us. _Other Organiser
September 7th, 2100. We’re running out of supplies. _Other Organiser
December 9th, 2100. Some people can’t hold on to suicide. It’s Mae Pear. She’s such a little one, skinny and light. Leave a note, let’s eat her. _Other Organiser
I can’t hold it. _Other Organiser
April 5th, 2101. I hugged Shelling. I like her. She always liked to look at the still growing green hairs in the nursery, and I was just going to record the data and look at her. If Earth is still Earth and we can go back, I’ll tell her. _Other Organiser
[But now I’m going to throw the diary into the shredder.] Ready to meet God. _Other Organiser
This part of the text ends.
02
The first phase lasted three months and was finally completed.
Amer was pleased to close the print, spread out a dozen of his touch hands and hit a sticky hand with his companions.
A few other researchers wrote in detail, curiously saying, “Amil, you find no, the last part of this piece, the last one, the last one, the writing, it’s probably worth research. I’m sorry.
“Maybe the mood is falling. You know, every time we take a test, we get into a short-wave cycle. “Brothers, start the second phase of the offensive. I’m sorry.
Compared to the first part of the weed, the middle part of the stylish, the pen is light.
Researchers have patiently and carefully relied on vacuum laboratories to operate a little replica of mechanical arms, each with the same aim.
April 9th, 2101. The diary was found in Unit 2. The shredder was broken and it was not possible to destroy all the journals. So far, seven people have died in Sedeswich, Hinchuan Kyazu, Cai-jin, Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng, Zheng Zheng, Qing, and Qi Qi. Six people remain on the station. _Other Organiser
November 31st, 2101. Fong-hye and Kang-wei clashed and they fought. _Other Organiser
We don’t know what we’re doing. Yes, we don’t. Humans cannot last in this ark of the universe — I agree. Reliance on a fragile ecosystem, such as a space station, seeks to reproduce a dream of survival. Maybe we could live a year, five years, 10 years or 20 years, but then what? _Other Organiser
Chon Wai should be thinking about this. _Other Organiser
He’s been quiet, staring at the instrument every day in the operating room, refusing to talk to us. _Other Organiser
December 12, 2101. Chonwie said that the International Space Station had human embryos and could produce an independent incubator. He jumped up and beat him up before he finished, saying he was crazy. _Other Organiser
We certainly know what he means. _Other Organiser
[In 2089, artificial in vitro cultivation almost materialized, and for research purposes, genetic scientists requested that part of the human embryo be brought into space to study and record changes. These embryos, which are to be killed within a month after unfrozen, appear to be our lifesavers. _Other Organiser
How is that possible? _Other Organiser
It’s not Earth. There’s no instrument for Chonwie. _Other Organiser
Amer was tired of shaking his head, shut down the device and carefully placed valuable information in the light.
The task of today is largely complete, and the light source on the planet Vila has fallen.
Amer is going to go to his teacher, Dr. Tour. The doctor’s research room is very close, and it’s on the wall of the solid rock beneath the gill, and it’s coming up with a wave of reflection:
“These freezers should be some kind of life form. The next machine’s preliminary judgement is capable of automatically monitoring the water content of the environment and the quality of the air composition. The researchers are excited to report:
“This must be a distant civilization that sends us a kind greeting. I’m sorry.
“When we find a way to communicate, we can answer them! I’m sorry.
Tur’s old and weak, but his brain is still active, he lifts his head up and stares at the metal box with eight pairs of eyes.
It’s really lucky that it floats across the sea in a vacuum, low-temperature space, without being hit by a comet or being attracted to self-immolation by a star’s gravitational force, instead of being hit by an accident and crashing into the planet.
“The declassification of the means of communication depends also on the progress of work on Amir. And George’s lab. I’m sorry.
He turned his back and spoke to Amir, “Come on. Before there was a breakthrough on your side, we unanimously decided to suspend research and development on this side in order to prevent the mishandling and destruction of foreign relics. I’m sorry.
“I understand, Doctor.” And before Amer came to the vacuum room, he was curious and greedy, like every scientist, to paint that metal box with his eyes. It was not big, but each of them was so well structured and adhesive.
After scanning, they’re judging it to be filled with some creature spores, about 50 or 60 forms. This creature seems to be quite different from them and cannot reproduce sexually by cutting off the tentacles.
But more mysterious and charming.
After Amer was blindly intoxicated and plastered on the stone glass without any image, the doctor simply said, “Don’t mess up!” I’m sorry.
Amil’s Tsababala is pulling the entrance: “Let me look at it again! Just one!
Dr. Tul:
As a result, Amir was thrown away by the doctor.
He thought he’d be tired, but he got more excited when he saw the box.
So I didn’t go home to rest, so I went back to my lab and continued to expand the second part of the diary.
03
Amir scratched his five wrists and started working:
December 15, 2101. Chon Wai said he gave up. I say you should have given up long ago, and it is impossible, it is impossible, it is impossible, it is impossible, it is not possible, in the barren soil, to breed such a delicate species. _Other Organiser
[Yes, he wants to build an in vitro trainer for humans at the station, unarmed! It’s amazing. _Other Organiser
I didn’t think Kang would say, “I gave up on mankind, but I didn’t give up on Earth.” _Other Organiser
December 16, 2101. I finally know what he said last night, “not giving up Earth.” _Other Organiser
Since it’s impossible to raise humans, what about the rest of the creatures? _Other Organiser
As long as there is a suitable environment, even a cell, a creature, it can do miracles in the carbon array. Just like Earth. _Other Organiser
[His voice is small, not very high, but we don’t have time to stare. _Other Organiser
He’s got a little bit of a vibration. _Other Organiser
Who dares to say that the miracles of the Earth will not happen again? _Other Organiser
December 31, 2101. Chon Wai’s “Eden Plan” was approved. _Other Organiser
At the end of the year, the silent space station. By the last 3 humans, Fang Xiao, Kang Wei, Zhao Shelling, all votes passed. _Other Organiser
He’s a senior engineer. He’s familiar with welding and electronic information engineering. Chonwie is in charge of command and overall decision-making. Roses are the best. _Other Organiser
It’s strange that in space, on Earth’s tender crops, they are the most popular. _Other Organiser
[It’s so beautiful, it’s a layered pink to the bottom of the yellow, like a sunset. _Other Organiser
[I’d like to go home and watch the town late.] _Other Organiser
Unfortunately, even if we go back, there is no atmosphere. _Other Organiser
[January 1st, 2102. It’s another year. I don’t know what to say, so wish me a happy New Year. _Other Organiser
April 8th, 2102. The left panel went down, Fong knew he wanted to look outside, and I stopped it. _Other Organiser
[I told him that there was no substitute for his current job, and he couldn’t get hurt. So is Kang Wei. No trouble. _Other Organiser
So I was wearing an astronaut suit to fix the malfunction. Not very well, after all. _Other Organiser
April 10th, 2102. After a few days of intermittent repairs, the deformed equipment was finally replaced. _Other Organiser
I’m hungry. I ate some mashed potatoes. Area B roses are starting to pollinate. _Other Organiser
April 19, 2102. I don’t know if the suit’s tight enough, but when the barrier comes back, I’m going to have a low cough. _Other Organiser
It’s getting worse these days, and it’s like the bones are so thin, they’re so weak. _Other Organiser
[The daily physical training has also been stopped. _Other Organiser
May 29, 2102. I think I’m about to die. _Other Organiser
[But I don’t regret it.] _Other Organiser
He’s restless like an ant in a hot pot. _Other Organiser
I don’t know what to think. _Other Organiser
June 1st, 2102. I miss home. _Other Organiser
It’s almost 10 years away from the station. _Other Organiser
I also came to the operating room and looked at the planet through the screen. _Other Organiser
[Wasn’t a sad death star.] _Other Organiser
The blue ocean is still, the black soil is still, but the green is gone. _Other Organiser
[But I still love it.] I love it.
I’m asking Kang Wei to put some of my flesh in a box and push it to Earth. _Other Organiser
I’m not going to burn like a meteor. I’m going straight in. Seventy percent may fall into the sea, thirty percent may embrace the earth. _Other Organiser
Maybe there’s one in 10,000. What about the land? _Other Organiser
I don’t think so, but Chonwie will. I know. _Other Organiser
2102, June 5. Goodbye, my little roses. _Other Organiser
The text of Part Two is closed.
04
Amer moved to the ground to get some air.
It was only after he realized that the sun was about to shine and the night was gone.
The sky of Ryan is rusty red, like a giant ruby, and light floats between dust particles.
And in the morning or in the evening, the colours around the stars are mysteriously dark purple.
Amil was very fond of this red and dark purple, and he ate a little beetle for breakfast, and he was exhausted by the crumbs of proteins, and moved his body around the hill before it was too hot in the morning.
Then, with the rest of the researchers who came to work, Rommel Amer returned to the lab and began the last part of the mission in vain.
This time, the handwriting changed someone.
The pen’s tough, and every one of them is in the wood.
His words seem to be scarce:
June 10th, 2102. Send Zhao Shelling back to Earth. _Other Organiser
I don’t know why. _Other Organiser
June 21st, 2102. Read their diary for the decade. _Other Organiser
What’s going on with this guy, Sedenevich? _Other Organiser
Don’t you know she likes him too? _Other Organiser
May 9, 2103. The storage box is complete. _Other Organiser
It’s so inefficient. _Other Organiser
There was a change of font here, and because of its smallness, Amir decided to place it in Part Three:
You son of a bitch! _Other Organiser
And then it went back to the cold:
October 1st, 2105. Happy Fourth of July. _Other Organiser
[We tried to leave the solar system.] The best orbital paths are being calculated these days, and power systems, while limited, are not impossible. _Other Organiser
[January 1, 2107] Happy New Year. _Other Organiser
2109, March 21. We arrived near Mars and pushed a seed bag. _Other Organiser
Life and death. _Other Organiser
May 1st, 2110. Fong Xiao Ho’s fever is still burning for unknown reasons. The culture of penicillin is depleted. _Other Organiser
September 5th, 2110. Fang Zhi is dead. _Other Organiser
Happy National Day. I kissed the flag. _Other Organiser
October 2, 2110. None. _Other Organiser
October 3rd, 2110. None. _Other Organiser
I don’t know.
1 January 2111. Happy New Year. _Other Organiser
None. _Other Organiser
None. _Other Organiser
I don’t know.
Amer wrinkled.
There is a lot of repetition in dozens of pages of records. He weighed whether to simplify records, hesitate to repeat them, or to reproduce them as they were.
8 January 2114. Tooth bleeds, not a good sign. _Other Organiser
March 2nd, 2114. Stomach bleeding. _Other Organiser
March 17, 2114. Starts with frequent nose bleeding. _Other Organiser
Write here, the handwriting starts to drift.
May 19th, 2114. Life goes to countdown. _Other Organiser
[I carefully select seeds and biological cells, in batches, into the cryogenic safe. _Other Organiser
[Save box materials are thick enough to withstand high temperatures of 1,000 degrees Celsius. Hopefully, they will be protected from a seamless passage through the atmosphere. _Other Organiser
At the same time, the hard drive that will store knowledge of all human civilizations
It’s in the bag.
I know exactly what I’m doing. It’s a dream. As Zhao Shelling said:
The Earth is a miracle.
The birth of man is a coincidence of creation.
Thank you.
Unable to copy
But so what?
I don’t want miracles. _Other Organiser
[But I’m still going near the miracle.] _Other Organiser
05
Amer lifts his hand and rubs one of his eyes.
He was a bit tired, so he told the rest of the fellows to continue his work.
The remaining work is minimal, with only a few short lines under the cover, and the writing is fast.
And it doesn’t seem to be a time to write.
And there is no time stamp that starts at the very beginning — it should be not a log, but a whole section.
And let the rest of the little ones practice.
Amer thought, for a while, to go back to his nest and wait for another star on Ryan to fall behind, he came slowly to Dr. Tul’s lab, looking for information: “Doc, I’m almost there, work here, and a hard drive analysis from George’s lab. I’m sorry.
Soon. “It’s this. I’m sorry.
The images show a room built from the nest below.
It’s a blue planet, floating in a vast universe.
“We doubt that this is the birthplace of this civilization. The way they communicate seems different from ours, it’s a strange frequency that we can’t hear, but the instruments can detect. I’m sorry.
Amer followed the doctor’s words.
The planet is so beautiful, so peaceful, so clear.
The mountains, the rivers, the lakes, the snow of the tops, and the silt,
It’s beautiful.
He had been a researcher for two years and had recently been in the direction of employment. On several occasions, attempts were made to resign from underpaid institutes.
But when I see this star.
Amil knows that this will be the mystery of his life.
06
Over the next few years, the progress of research on alien civilization on planet Ryan has not been smooth.
Even the best linguists, who are faced with completely alien texts, are also a blur of hundreds of different languages.
In the meantime, Dr. Tour passed away.
Amer had taken over clothes, while new fellows took his place at the beginning.
Ultimately, at a time when Amer was also old, the resolution of the text type was finally partially completed.
They’ve been able to figure out the story.
So this is not a friendly greeting from an alien.
It’s some kind of orphan when civilization is desperate.
There was also a consensus on embryos and seeds in the safe: no development.
They are like treasure slaves who hold the treasures of fossils and do not dare to cross the thunderstorm.
Because they all know that this civilization, coming from hundreds of millions of years ago, belongs to the past.
And they just need to see her there.
On that day, Amir gave lectures to younger generations, after which a researcher walked under the stars.
The fellow lamented: “Dr., I particularly like the last words of the diary. I’m sorry.
Which one? “But I’m going to do it?”
“No, Mr. Astronaut, written at the end of the seal.”
Kang Wei is at the bottom of the diary.
If man dies, the story will be delivered to the whisper of time. _Other Organiser
[Time to testify, I existed, we existed. _Other Organiser
Even human civilization is a flash of fire in the dark universe. _Other Organiser
[But it had a long, dark night, rotting and booming.] _Other Organiser
[No picture of it paints a single thousandth of its ink. _Other Organiser
That’s enough. _Other Organiser
I love you, Earth.
This concludes the three journals.
This is a suicide note from Sedenevich.
This is Zhao Shelling’s suicide note.
It’s Kang Wei’s suicide note.
It was written in 2114, the last of the planet’s humanity.
It is also a suicide note for all mankind.
Even…the whole planet’s suicide note.
“You know what’s most romantic? “The old Amir turned to a vibrant institute.”
“Dating with Burda? I’m sorry.
Amer was laughed at: “It is true for you.” But for me, the most romantic is the star sky above my head. You never know whether there was a hundred billion-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thing. I’m sorry.
“I don’t know if, in the distant future, we’ll be dusted, scattered between stars, landed on a planet, and rain rolled down, and we’ll end up living in the glare. I’m sorry.
“Fresh, that’s what humans say, right? Amer murmurs, “and then, as ecosystems enter new life cycles. I’m sorry.
“So romantic. I’m sorry.
The end–
## The mountains and rivers are still full of eyes
Record number: YX01MVomQG2lg5WB6
Published in 2022-05-10 15:04 Prohibition of Reproduction
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