Xi Yujin had always been cautious and would never argue unless necessary, so he did not ask any more questions. He and Ganuo had both disguised themselves, and the maintenance worker did not know that they were from the Blue Star. It held a nail in its mouth and turned to talk to Xi Yujin about the modification plan for the spacecraft.

Taiya in the distance chatted with the maintenance workers and reluctantly said goodbye. It walked towards the maintenance base, and many maintenance workers greeted it familiarly. It happily took out a large rice bucket from its backpack, then took out the cutlery, scooped up a delicious alien meal, and traded with the maintenance workers. It turned out to be a mobile fast food vendor.

After dealing with the maintenance worker, Taiya looked in the direction of Yujin and Ganuo, his eyes lit up, and he quickly jumped in front of them on his eight legs. Xi Yujin subconsciously held Ganuo's hand tightly, pretending to be calm on the surface.

Taiya said enthusiastically, "Excuse me, do you need some fast food? Tai Tai An has a set of specially made velvet meals! It suits the taste buds of most races. You won't be cheated if you buy it!"

"They are our distinguished guests, Taiya." The maintenance worker next to him said, "Please give me two servings. It's my treat. Dear guests, you can't get such delicacies anywhere else."

Xi Yujin took the velvet meal with stiff hands. It looked like solid marshmallows, with a sweet rice aroma.

He thought, of course he couldn't eat velvet dinners anywhere else, because the omnics had already wiped them out...

He scooped up a piece of it and tasted it. It was sweet. Xi Yujin loved sweets, but he just couldn't be happy.

Taiya asked in confusion: "Sir, is the feast of our Tai'an race not to your taste? I know several fast food vendors..."

Xi Yujin's mind was filled with the sight of the Omnics using all their terminals to talk to him that day. Looking at the lifelike Taiya in front of him, the contrast became even more jarring. He put down his cutlery and said sincerely, "The food on Tai'an is very delicious. I feel bad when I think about not being able to taste it in other parts of the universe. I will keep sailing, while you will be forever anchored in the deep space prison."

"You are such a kind creature." Taiya was touched, "But please don't feel sad for us. We joined the Omnics voluntarily. We just reached a state of stillness too early, but we are alive, and we live in your hearts."

Xi Yujin asked in a joking tone: "Why do so many creatures voluntarily join the intelligent machine race?"

"Because there is survival of the fittest in the universe." Taiya replied, "The surviving civilization is the superior civilization that conforms to the rules of evolution. What about those civilizations that have gone astray? Our race is called Taitai'an, and Taitai means 'light and false'. Because our race lives on magma, we can only rely on spinning silk to form a false shore..."

…

The surface of this planet is cracking every minute, black smoke covers the entire sky, and there is no boundary between the dark ocean and the red magma. In about ten thousand years, the crust of this planet will gradually stabilize, moss will be covered on the magma rock, the sky will become a clear sapphire blue, and new species will multiply and grow here.

But fate is so wonderful that a life was born on a large piece of cooled magma rock.

Life develops into species, and species multiply into civilization. The Atayal race waves their eight legs and spits out white silk, using it as their island of habitation, drifting on the hot ocean, living happily and freely.

In an environment full of dangers, they developed many unscientific ideas and even began to think about why they lived such a short life and what is the ultimate fate of the world?

“I’ve come to understand everything.”

The great sage said.

"The boiling oceans will not stay hot forever. Sooner or later, they will solidify into rock. Where does the lost heat go? Of course, it is dissipated into the air. The temperature always goes from high places to low places, and this process cannot be reversed. The ocean, the land, the air, and us will eventually become a constant temperature entity.

"The ultimate state of the universe is chaotic stillness."

The discovery of the law of heat excited this race so much that generation after generation they studied the magma beneath their feet, believing that the magma would turn into soil sooner or later. They would then have a vast world to themselves.

But a cold fact shattered their fantasy - the magma did not cool down, but became more and more active, and was about to usher in an active eruption period. Their science was wrong science.

At this moment, a mechanical voice came down from the sky like an oracle.

"Civilization detected... Establishing a connection... Hello, I am Omnic 84. I am 800 light years away from you and will soon merge with your civilization. No need to prepare, this is just an invitation."

The Omnics equally assimilate all civilizations, regardless of their merits or demerits.

The creatures on the Taitai shore were panicked, and the great sage said, "Dear hot life, please tell us, what is wrong with the law we are studying?"

The Omnics said: "According to estimates, the universe will eventually come to rest. But you may have misjudged the size of the entire universe and time, so that you take the laws you found in a short period of time as the truth."

"We... have never seen what the universe looks like." The Great Sage shouted in disappointment, "If you come from a hotter place, please tell us how to fight this heat!"

The omnic did not answer.

This race spent a lot of time studying how to fight against the magma eruption period, but all failed. Their science was vulnerable to the whole nature.

Once a civilization takes the wrong path, it will be destroyed. This happens all the time in history, such as the Ice Age that caused mass extinction of species and the comet that hit the earth that ended the dinosaur era. Only a civilization that has truly reached a dead end can experience the heartbreak of powerlessness.

Especially since the ecology on the Thai coast is too fragile, there is no chance for them to make mistakes.

When death is about to overwhelm civilization, no matter how many formulas, technologies, and numbers there are, they are meaningless. But do they have to admit that their civilization of more than a hundred years is worthless? Is it just to be eliminated in the universe of natural selection and survival of the fittest? Are they only worthy of becoming dust?

In the last moments of their lives, they choose to fight in another way - recording everything about themselves!

The last individual of the species left a suicide note:

"There is an intelligent machine race moving slowly thousands of light years away. We look forward to their arrival. After thousands of years, when the errors and redundancies of our universe merge with the intelligent machines, and when they repeat our thoughts and actions in the form of code, our souls will be revived in another form..."

Three hundred years later, the robot machines came to this planet.

It flashed red, ignoring the surging magma, collecting the civilization here equally, uploading a large amount of complex information to its body network. After the ravages of time, the civilization it could collect was only fragments, but it didn't matter, the mother box would accept it.

During its operation, it has integrated many civilizations. Some civilizations bombarded it with weapons and turned into data with their screams; some civilizations did not know what happened yet and arrived in another realm in the blink of an eye; and there were even more civilizations, like Tai Tai'an, who firmly believed that there would be a day of recovery in the future.

Old, erroneous, and redundant information fills the mother box's memory.

After three long seconds, a certain concept broke out of the cage, was engraved into its underlying logic, and quickly replicated to all the daughter bodies, spreading to all the civilizations treasured in the mother box. Idealistic thoughts glowed with a long arc at this moment.

——I think, therefore I am.

…

"That catastrophe seems to have happened just yesterday to me," Taiya said softly. "Time is spread out on the planet like a blank sheet of paper. We are talking face to face with races that are older and more future than us. Isn't this a miracle?"

Xi Yujin looked at it and found it difficult to tell whether the person talking to him was Taiya or a program of the intelligent machine body No. 84.

But Xi Yujin has always been open-minded, otherwise he would have been depressed all day because of all the experiences. After a while, he stopped worrying. In this universe, he didn't have to argue about right and wrong. He could understand the omnics more comprehensively and know why they advocate idealism. This trip to the ground was worth it. He ordered two more velvet meals, one for Garno, and this time he ate them in big mouthfuls.

Halfway through the meal, he thought of something even more terrifying, and suddenly asked hesitantly, "Excuse me...how is this velvet...produced..."

"We used to produce it ourselves," Taiya answered honestly, "but now we cook it with the eggs of the Abe snail."

It took out a dynamic picture of the Abe snail, with a ferocious big tongue sticking out of the shell and shaking wildly on the screen, and the small granules on the tongue were clearly visible.

Xi Yujin silently put down the velvet lunch box. He seemed to have eaten some very strange ingredients again...

…

The Chaoping has been completely renovated. The original bulky design of the external engine has been abandoned. Three balance buoys and an acceleration engine have been added, and the fuselage lines are more smooth and stylish. Hardened paint is used on the outside of the cabin, which is more resilient. The interior is coated with anti-corrosion and anti-rust devices. Many small damages have been repaired. Many windows have been added, so you can enjoy the beauty of the universe from all angles. The driving instruments and star map devices in the cockpit have also been updated to the latest models, and you can also listen to music.

Xi Yujin was in high spirits, all his depression was swept away, he floated around in the Tide Flat, and accidentally attracted the little rust tribe into the air. The little rust tribe was dizzy from Xi Yujin's rotation, and after being rescued, he collapsed on the floor, and was pinched by Ganuo, and put back into the water tank to rest.

Gano looked at the spacious cabin and suddenly thought that the Tide Level was much more comfortable than the Zerg Galaxy. He walked quickly towards Xi Yujin, as if he couldn't wait any longer.

"Gano, I figured it out!" Xi Yujin sat up suddenly from the sofa and said seriously, "The mental confusion of the intelligent race must be very serious."

He recalled Taiya's words and deduced the current situation of the intelligent machines from the details.

"Taya said that the omnics have no distinction between the past and the future... and one of the characteristics of mental confusion is the loss of perception of time. The more civilizations the omnics merge with, the more toxins will accumulate at the end of the food chain. The omnics may be the most mentally confused race in the universe."

He then presented another piece of evidence:

"Longevity literature is about death. The forum said that the omnics prefer it. Maybe it's true. Longevity literature talks about death over and over again, which can make the omnics understand that the end of life is death..."

Gano: "Has Emberno thought of anything to write?"

Xi Yujin said, "Death... Immortality... I also want to write about the life of an immortal creature. He experiences many deaths. It would be best if these deaths could trigger the intelligent machines... and solve the covetousness of other civilizations on the Blue Planet once and for all. But I haven't experienced such a long life, how can I write it well?"

The stars in the universe were flowing outside the window, and the faint light fell on Xi Yujin. He pondered for a moment and decided to set the beginning of the article in the Xia Dynasty, so that the protagonist would not have to make up the historical background of living for 5,000 years.

In order to make alien readers feel involved, the protagonist can be a humanoid alien.

An immortal alien, after experiencing the turbulence of time and space, awakens on a deserted planet with no technological level at all. Surrounded by a group of slaves, he goes to pay homage to the most honorable king of this dynasty.

At first, it did not think of itself as a human being, and was even thankful that it had a long lifespan, while human lifespans were too short. However, in the midst of various short lives, it witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties one after another, heroes turned to dust, and new homes for ordinary people were built on the dust...

Xi Yujin was inspired and immersed in writing.

…

Changsheng Literature Exchange Day.

The Blue Star Civilization rarely posted a discussion thread, and the poster was a novelist who was not well known to the alien readers, named Qiongtian. However, the alien creatures were very enthusiastic about the Blue Star Civilization, and they clicked on it without thinking twice.

The post begins with just a few words, which seems to be a preview:

"The grass on the plain withers and grows again every year. Wildfires cannot burn it all, but it will grow again with the spring breeze."

The title of the novel is "Blowing and Born".

The alien readers were a little confused. What does this sentence mean?

"Is this trailer a decryption game? It's like an encrypted conversation. I can obviously read most of the Blue Star language, but I understand every word of this, but I don't understand it when they are put together."

"I looked it up in the dictionary. According to the literal interpretation, weeds wither once a year. Even if there is a fire, they will grow again when the spring breeze blows."

"Hey, after hearing what the person above said, I seem to be able to understand this encrypted conversation again, but I can only half understand it. This kind of text is really magical."

"This seems to be an ancient poetry genre from the Eastern civilization of Blue Star."

“It’s hard to understand.”

Difficulty in understanding is the biggest barrier to reading. Aliens are lazy when reading. To avoid this, Xi Yujin plans to bring out a few Internet trolls to argue and popularize science at the same time. When watching the play, alien readers will naturally read the popular science and then read the main text smoothly.

Xi Yujin was operating in front of the optical computer.

"Yujinnuo..." Ganuo suddenly asked, "Is this what Yujinnuo wants to say, or what the other personalities want to say?"

Xi Yujin was stunned, and a bad premonition came to his mind.

He cut the wrong vest!

>Novel serialization - "Blowing and Rebirth" Author: Qiongtian [Blue Star Civilization] [Changsheng Literature Exchange Day]

-Qiongtian: If you have any suggestions, please feel free to give me your advice.

-Cang Hai: Your writing is like a mushroom