Love Code at the End of the World

I know I may not be able to figure it out for the rest of my life, but I will slowly accept this reality, a lot of things that don't require you to think through, just you.

I live in this dead world now. What are outsiders like me capable of judging the world?

I didn't leave the studio, I brushed wildly and indiscriminately on the drawing board, brushing the darkness onto this drawing board, like this dark world.

What is humanity?

What is life?

Does all this mean nothing to this last generation?

“Ice… Dinner is served…” A gentle voice from Lexius came out the door.

I didn't have Lilitheus, I continued to paint my paintings, and the painters who followed the ruins of Valley dust for so long strengthened my paintings.

But today I'm just brushing the world black, and it doesn't take a little painting, it just takes enough black.

I brushed black, making the black world look so twisted.

“Ice... eat...”

“You do your experiments! I'll figure it out!” I sincerely said, "I know in my heart, I just don't want to see Lexius, I just can't accept all day making people, and in killing Lexius, does he feel God's supremacy for that?

God created life.

They also created life.

But while God creates life, He joins what they are not, and that is love.

So only when men and women fall in love, when they combine, do they create life.

And now life, just in Lexius's tube, and in the base fluid.

I feel like I'm seeing the truth beneath the gorgeous surface of Silver Moon City, as ruthless as the dark, twisted world I painted.

In the days to come, Lessius didn't do any more experiments, he was outside my door, and he was not thinking about tea.

And when I saw those girls again in Silver Moon City, wounding boys who were back on the battlefield, I felt like something had disappeared.

I look at them more when they're stunned.

Were they born?

Or is that how they breed it?

They're just a male cell, and a female cell in the base fluid, punctured by a robotic arm, fed, bound, accelerated out of the product.

Are they still human?

I stand on the lawn and send the teenagers away. When they die, will Silver Moon City clone them out again?

They stood in front of me alive for a month.

Slowly, I accepted this reality rather than accepting it, rather than ignoring it, forgetting it. I went back to my room, and Laheus immediately came to me, worried and anxious to look at me, but, as before, panicked, afraid to talk to me or even look at me.

“I'm fine...” I said impeccably, "I want to sleep.” I lay in my own bed and felt tired these days, more than going out to war. It was so painful, so tired to accept something you thought was wrong.

I'm sad, I'm sad to cry.

But the other one I told myself, what's so sad about? Those people are a bunch of cells, and they're no different from robots.

I feel like I'm splitting up. I felt the moral bottom line struggle.

Lessius was also lying on his bed, and he seemed much more weary.

“Ice, I didn't think what I did would disappoint you so much, I won't do it again...” He said looking at me, “I know I was wrong...”

“What's wrong with you?” I'm more like asking myself, "This is the end of life, survival of the fittest. If those who live in the end are eaten by beasts, eaten by monsters, eaten by ghosts, they must think you're right, let them not exist in this world. ”

“Ice, don't do this!” Lexius rushed to my bed, shook my hand, "Please... don't do this...” Lexius swallowed, "You can't be like us... you can't be like us... it's my fault... it's my fault... I shouldn't have gone to Silver Moon City... I shouldn't have done those experiments... I can't stand the temptation, it's me...”

“Laheus….” I stared at the ceiling, and I tried not to think, because if I didn't, I wouldn't struggle, and I wouldn't suffer, and that would keep Lexius in pain, “go to sleep, I'm fine. ”

I turned around and drew my hand from his hand, and it became quiet behind me, and he didn't leave, and he didn't climb into bed. He slept on that couch the whole time, the bed I had slept in.

Gradually, I heard the familiar, Lexius talking to himself and writing, and he was very clear and blurred, and I slowly fell asleep in his “slurred” writing and low mumbling.

When I discovered that I had been subjected to this experiment and this phenomenon, my heart felt much better, and the pain had come from the collision of two world morals.

And now, I know, I've been assimilated, partially assimilated in order not to suffer from moral trials.

I was standing in Starling River's room where I could see the war every day. Harry's going to attack a new pool of ghosts today, and Harry's moving fast.

I don't know. It's been more than two months. I really want Harry.

In the training room, there was a slight noise, I looked over, but I saw a silk robe like moonlight, such clothes... is a canopy.

He stepped forward, completely entering my field of view, and he frowned slightly at the painting I painted in the dark, rarely on my face, and lost his smile: “Lobing, you don't look like someone living in this era...” He suddenly said, picking up my painting.

My heart beats slightly and I look at him quietly: "Naturally, I am the man of my time. ”

“No... you're not like...” He looked at the painting and shook his head, slightly twisted his eyebrows, "From a psychological point of view, your painting shows the pain and struggle of your time, you're very humanitarian, you have your own moral bottom line, all this... in this era...” He turned his face, looked straight at me, "has disappeared. ”

I was slightly weakened and panicked as if I had been shot through his eyes. His gaze made you hide like an eagle.

“Your morality reflects that you should have been from 60 years ago or earlier, but that's not possible.” Canoe dismisses this assumption, I sneak a breath of relief, "so I assume you might be living with someone who retains these qualities before you lose your memory. ”

“Maybe. I lost my memory.” Now memory loss is my best excuse.

“Huh...” The light and spectacular laughter sees Kanghai's mulberry fields in a hint.