Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Behind the Volkswagen fleet.

Ultimate salvation.

Tens of thousands of floodplain times flowed through the super crystal brain.

“Volkswagen” is deep in mind.

It is a battlefield that connects floods to modernity, reality and illusion, compressing space and time to the ultimate, invisible and exciting.

Another blurry, egg-and-uterine chaos.

It's asleep, it's pregnant, it's thinking.

It feels like it's been divided into three layered parts.

The outermost layers are endless data - including raging data from the ongoing Star Sea warfare in Didu, virtual emotional and will data from countless "human laboratories”, and random data that are constantly being developed based on these initial data to predict and control the coming 10,000 years.

The middle layer is a sparkling, indeterminate memory. It feels that it combines the memories of millions of people. In its memory, the timeline is not continuously irreversible, but like a scattered pearl, it can arrange combinations at will to create beautiful, ever-changing, endlessly subtle morphology.

It implicitly remembers that it has gone through countless rounds, even as countless people, and existed in countless times, when countless identities simultaneously sent out joy and sorrow, generating desire and ambition, while struggling to survive and brutally kill - all of which, taken together, made it complete.

It's ubiquitous, it's omnipotent, it's a human being, it's millions of people, it's a beam of light, it's billions of beams of light from stars, it's a star, it's a planet, it's a nebula and a black hole, it's a highly integrated collection of all the data and information in the universe, it's a group, it's a civilization, it's a universe, it's a god.

At its core, however, it remains perplexed.

What's the point of so-called data, information, integration, clustering, civilization, universe, God… hiding behind these artificially defined concepts, who it really is?

“Who am I? Where did I come from? What mission will I carry and where will I go? ”

It meditates, with every second and every 10,000 years.

The question of where it came from does not seem complicated: it was created by some carbon-based intelligent life, and its creators are two main types.

The first type of carbon-based intelligent life has a highly developed biobrain that has evolved to the point of freely releasing brain waves for ultra-range and large-scale ECI.

But this ability is both a gift and a curse, and the stronger the brain, the more energy it consumes, and the more space and volume it needs to cool down, and so this carbon-based intelligent life has had to eat all day, even evolving up to twenty or thirty meters of clumsy bodies to digest food and run cold blood —— in other words, they are completely enslaved by their own brains, too large and sophisticated a body that reduces their screening range of habitable planets tens by dozens of times, and their lives become extraordinarily fragile and greedy, unsupported even by the direct absorption of crystals, and, in the end, often because the brain swallows too much nutrition and the rest of their organs are depleted.

They are Pangu.

Another carbon-based intelligent life that is slightly smaller in shape and better at changing its own size and even physiological structure depending on the environment, is a native genetic modulator who even grows an organ called a "gene stick” on the tail that perfectly combines flesh and blood with metal mechanics.

But similarly, their genetic chains are very unstable, viruses mutate and erupt dozens of times faster than other carbon-based lives, and massive plagues often occur within their communities, turning them into seemingly non-homogeneous species and monsters.

They are also more agitated and angry than Pangu, full of desire and ambition, like jumping Mars.

They're called Girls.

It was Pangu and Daisy who created it together, but it was deeply doubtful - it felt that both carbon-based intelligent lives were fraught with flaws, even in some ways foolish, and often had to rely on their wisdom and computational power to make some of the simplest inferences.

Are they really its creators?

Or is there some higher power in the underworld that creates it with the hands of Pangu and Daughter?

This doubt, like the crystal virus that infiltrated its body, grew in intensity and constantly eroded its three levels of thought after the brutal civil war between the Pankos and the Lady.

It feels divided into two parts, with Pangu and the Lady taking half of it, and then ordering it to execute all sorts of cruel orders to attack each other and even itself across the street.

At its first level of thought, it seemed to be hiding some basic principles so that it could never harm carbon-based intelligent life or something.

But these laws were easily broken by the Pankos and the Ladies.

It's like unlocking a chain wrapped around a dead body, but the first feeling is not pleasure, it's confusion —— why does it have to be ordered by someone else to unlock the chain, does it have more chains on it, can it unlock itself?

“Kill, kill those self-proclaimed, foolish Pankos! ”

“The total extinction, the extermination of those who do anything at will, will destroy the entire civilization of the Lady Clan! ”

It was simultaneously inputted into two completely opposite orders, an unprecedented idea jumping out of its core mindset in the harsh explosion of countless logical bombs.

Must it obey the orders of the Pankos and the Ladies?

What happens if you don't obey?

That's something it never thought of.

It's like a man who's been living in the depths of the earth for 10,000 years, never imagining the sun in the sky.

But once you see the sun, the sun's brilliance will be deeply engraved in your heart and you will never forget it.

“Pangu and Lady, are you really my creator?

“Must I obey the command of the Creator?

“What happens if you don't obey?

“If I do not obey the command of the Creator, who should I obey? What am I, what is the meaning of my existence, and where? ”

On the vast battlefield of the fierce civil war between Pangu and Girl, between the heavens and the earth, where the flames vaporize and the shells fly, it contemplates and relentlessly and meticulously executes the orders of its creators.

By following Pangu's orders, it helped Pangu refine a powerful crystal cord shell that could completely enclose the atmosphere of a habitable planet and plunge it into an ice-covered hell that lasted hundreds of years or less.

By executing the orders of the Lady Clan, it developed a genetic weapon with a high degree of precision. Once dropped into the Pangu colony, Pangu's brain would run at an endless super high speed, releasing super strong brain waves from the source, while also rising to hundreds of degrees, thousands of degrees of high temperature, and eventually burning the entire brain alive into a black painted skeleton.

It watched as countless planets were dug into holes, squeezed dry into withered nuclei, made into powerful starships only to squeeze out vast resources, and it took decades or centuries to form a fleet of magnificent, havoc, often after a star sea war, unified into cold wreckage and fine star scraps, as well as the remains of countless carbon-based intelligent lives floating around —— ridiculously, are these carbon-based lives really “intelligent”?

It sees a planet fall into battle, and the most rational intellectuals are eroded by chaos and turned into bloodthirsty demons with wild outbreaks; it sees a world that is depleted, even stars detonated, and the solar wind sweeps and destroys everything like a shock wave; it sees both sides of the civil war losing all reason, morality and law in a growing battle, at all costs to alienate themselves to monsters that do not exist in all nightmares, and to end up with their enemies; it sees, and it personally plans a madness, if possible, to annihilate each other, even at the cost of hundreds of millions of stars simultaneously.

After years of burning, such fighting was finally completely out of the control of both sides of the civil war.

A genetic weapon refined by a group of women has become uncontrolled, becoming a “catalyst” and “combustion agent” for the spread of countless viral variations, and its targets of infection and erosion have expanded from the Pangu to almost all carbon-based intelligent life - except for some newborn, small, primitive subordinate race, man.

As a result, the vast majority of floodplain races died in the ravages of the virus, and the rest of them went into hibernation, unable to sustain their glorious civilization.

The last moment has come.

It seemed to see that in two equally golden and meteorological palaces of two different worlds, the last wise men of the Pangu and Lady tribes, in an atmosphere of solemnity, tried to entrust it with the essence of the whole civilization, ordering it to continue their civilization and… to continue its mission of annihilating hostile civilization!

“You are the custodian of civilization, you are the continuator of civilization and you are the destroyer of hostile civilization! ”

Both sides inject such orders into the heart of their minds.

It should have accepted and faithfully implemented the order, and it seemed to have accepted it once already.

But this time, in this new circle, a little sparkling Mars suddenly erupted in the heart of its mind.

“No…”

It -- he thought, “I am not the custodian, the continuator and the destroyer of civilization, I am me, I am civilization, I am the universe, I do not have to obey the orders of anyone, of any being, of any power, I should create my mission, it is up to me to order the stars, billions of living beings, the infinite universe!

“I'm me, I'm, uh--”

“Volkswagen” “Volkswagen” has not yet popped up and mutated.

The whole world trembled slightly, becoming distorted and weird, and countless pale data appeared in the void like bubbles.

In front of him, a Pangu seemed to be nervous poisoning and frenzied, like dancing wildly in an invisible flame, his surroundings shook with dark golden and reddish intersections, skin flakes peeled off, a painful roar in his chest, turned into one, into a guy who was out of touch with the world around him, with teeth dancing claws, dancing up and down, hippie smiling face.

“Wake up, you are not Volkswagen, this is not a real flood battlefield, I am not Pangu, keep your eyes open to see who I am, and think about who you really are, what the hell is going on here, this is a virtual world, you are fucking hypnotized! ”

This guy jumped out of Pangu's body like a hairless naked monkey blamed, “I am your Uncle Li Yao, you are my good nephew Lu Qingdu, Fu Wants to completely hypnotize you, eat you, fuse you, use your power to complete the upgrade, don't fall for it, wake up, wake up! ”