4.6 Billion Year Symphony of Evolution

"Are you sure not to listen to their 'suggestions'?"

Above a wasteland, a pompon and a 'tree' are moving slowly. The movement of this huge tree has attracted the attention of many creatures, but there is no creature that wants to do anything about it.

Because its meat is not suitable for the creatures here, but it also proves that ... the creatures in this world should not be hostile to the creators themselves.

"Fuzz, do you really think so?" The creator said: "Brain ... They think these creatures can defeat me. Perhaps the first step in being defeated is to follow their advice."

"You chose to grow under their sand vines from the beginning ..." The pompom said: "Then you have started fighting with them."

"Yes, fluff, I will decide in my own way." The creator said: "No need for any advice."

"Really ..." The pompon didn't say anything next, but watched the creator crawl forward.

The creators are not very fast, it is estimated that it will take a long time to climb there. They are a kind of creatures who like to stay in one place and do not move at all, and they grow to other places by non-stop.

"Fleece, I talked to you about that place just now." The creator said: "Our population does have some kind of" task ", you know, fluff, every creature has its own task, there are some The tasks of biology ... are very similar, that is to obtain resources, grow and multiply. "

"But there are some creatures that were born to ... daze." The creator pointed to a stone on the ground beside him: "Just like that, they are always in one place, even if the stars in the sky have changed, it still hasn't moved."

"There are also some creatures, they all have their own tasks, and these tasks are usually engraved in the information in the core of the cell, or in other places, tell them how to do ..." The creator said: "In addition to natural tasks , Other things are their own ideas, like war, killing, doing stupid things, etc ... "

"I already know now that I want the idea of ​​a perfect world ... not entirely my own." The creator said: "It is also a 'task', a thing that I have loved since birth."

"Why do we have this kind of creature? Fluff, you know that we are not in the range of ordinary creatures, we choose the most effective nuclear information and use it to let ourselves stand in a world, each of our individuals is dominated A world, but ... this is not exactly our choice. "

The creator said: "It seems that this destiny has been determined from the beginning ... not my" mother "."

"Is it my ancestor? Or something older? It seems that we have had such a mission from a long time ago ... We are distributed in a vast void, growing and making our own world ..."

"Maybe our 'ancestors' let us do this kind of thing ..." The creator seemed to be in a state of 'contemplation', it stopped.

"This means that my ancestors are doing these things ... But what about my ancestors' ancestors? Did they also do this kind of thing in the first place?"

"What about my ... home?"

The creator seemed to think of something suddenly and said to the pom-poms: "The original home ... A vague impression appeared in my memory. It seemed ... Yes, I know! I found this!"

The mood of the creator suddenly became agitated.

"Those brains ... they caught me, not just to" tame "me, not just to fight for them, they ... tried to find something in my memory, they were always trying to do it, and at the same time Also trapped me in a dream, trying to make me unaware that they did this ... But, after my body left their prison, I knew ... the fluff, they were always looking for my ... hometown. "

"Your ... hometown?" Pompom questioned: "Is that the place you said?"

"Accurately, it should be the hometown of my ancestors, our ... the original place." The creator said: "There is such a place in the void, it is floating in the void, and the brain spirit wants to use my memory to come Understand there. "

"But they didn't succeed ... they did a lot of things to me while I was in the dream, but they couldn't explore my depth ..." the creator said: "But, my memory It is also very vague for this 'hometown'. "

"Do you know where your hometown is?" The pompom questioned.

"I don't know ... it's in a very distant place." The creator said: "But I know that this 'hometown' will move, it will not stay in one place, it still carries life until now, those are Very wonderful life ... "

Pompom asked: "Do you want to return to your hometown? Want to find it?"

"No, fluff, I'm just curious about the emotions of my hometown, I want to know how it is, but I don't want to live there, I still want to create a world of my own, that is my purpose, my highest priority "The purpose of this." The creator said: "Let us move on, fluff, move on in this world."

... is the hometown of a creator?

Lin had thought about similar things before. Where did these creators come from?They ... really have a major place ...

"Maybe continue to grow, I will restore more memories." The creator said: "These memories are like fragments ... fuzzy, but I think they can be combined."

"The combination may need to grow, maybe it just needs ... a little stimulation."

"Irritation?" Pompom asked: "What kind of excitement?"

"Now the ambiguity should be influenced by the spirit of the brain. They trap me in my dreams and have caused me a lot of influence ... making my memory blurry, so I don't think I need to grow, I just need to stimulate ... …what is that?"

Suddenly, the pompon and the creator saw several whirlwinds appear in the sky ahead ...

These whirlwinds are the whirlwinds of plastic rattans. They flew over in large numbers, and the creator suddenly felt the emotion of 'hostility'.

However, Lin feels that these creatures are not hostile, because they rotate slowly, and they also throw a lot of dust at the pompon, which means ...

"We are going to take you where you should go and find the thing it left behind."