This is the realm of Atropos.
Lin Qingliu slowly descended, and a humanoid creature came up to him. Its movements were almost the same as those of ordinary humans. It was not carrying any weapons, and there was no hostility in its gestures.
"This way, please."
The man didn't seem to be surprised at all by Lin Qingliu's arrival. Lin Qingliu was a little surprised by this. After all, his purpose was to kill Atropos. The other party was so polite that he couldn't be planning to make him feel guilty.
"Atropos wants to see me?"
"yes."
The man replied.
"Where are you going?"
"Sea of consciousness."
The man replied briefly while sticking his head forward. Inside the transparent skull was a brain floating in liquid.
Lin Qingliu stretched out his hand and pointed at the air, and a wisp of his consciousness entered Atropos' sea of consciousness.
In the boundless void, buildings move and collide in an disorderly manner, constantly forming new buildings or scenes.
Some of those buildings are majestic and tall, some are exceptionally exquisite, some seem to have walked out of history, and some are full of near-future style.
A road was paved in front of Lin Qingliu. He walked forward step by step and saw an old man in a pure white room at the end of the road.
"Atropos?"
"It's me."
"What do you want to talk to me about?"
"Yes, sit down and talk."
The old man stretched out his hand, and a chair floated up from the ground. Lin Qingliu sat on it without hesitation.
"It's a little late to beg for mercy now."
Lin Qingliu didn't think that he could make the other party turn against him just by talking nonsense, but he still had to show the necessary attitude.
The old man shook his head slightly:
"That's not necessary."
Then he asked:
"You see it? The south side, and 'that' to the north."
Lin Qingliu thought for a moment and replied:
"See. I call that the 'black tide'."
The old man nodded:
"You can see that it will devour everything, whether it is human or us."
"You're not going to use this as an excuse to unite with me, are you?"
Lin Qingliu raised his eyebrows. His principle was very simple: the enemy of my enemy was also my enemy. Anyone who was not human was my enemy.
"How come?"
The old man rarely smiled:
"I dream of making humans extinct. We are no different in this respect."
"That's it."
Lin Qingliu chuckled:
"So what exactly do you want to talk to me about?"
"I was hoping you could answer a few questions for me."
The old man still looked unhurried.
"What's the price?"
Lin Qingliu asked.
"The price is my life. Once you get the answer to your question, Atropos's domain will completely wither, and what you do from now on will have nothing to do with me."
The old man's tone was flat, as if he was talking about a trivial matter not worth mentioning.
"Then I am willing to answer."
The old man nodded, and then asked seriously:
"Do you know where we came from?"
Lin Qingliu shook his head:
"I don't know. I only know that at the beginning, there was a close contact between the human spacecraft and the cocoon that held your original form."
"In other words, we are not the masters of this planet?"
Lin Qingliu nodded.
"Next question, are we... a creation of humans?"
"No, if the crew knew the consequences of attacking Cocoon, they would not have done it. Although the bioengineering of humans in the old era had been greatly developed, it was not yet able to reach this level."
"Last question, have you seen this sign?"
Atropos waved his hand slightly, and a simple pattern appeared in the void in front of him.
It was a rectangle with a length-to-width ratio that was exactly the golden ratio, standing there like a door.
On the four sides of the "door", golden section points were taken respectively, and they were connected to form a new rectangle.
By repeating this step over and over again, a pattern was formed. Atropos stretched out his hand to magnify it, but the internal cycle still had no end, as if the entire universe was contained deep within the pattern.
Lin Qingliu stared at the pattern in a trance for a while; its exquisite beauty made him focus his attention.
After a long time, Lin Qingliu shook his head:
“No.”
"Okay, I understand."
Atropos did not show any disappointment, but instead showed some interest in the human in front of him.
Towards the end of his life, He seemed to become unusually talkative:
"My apoptosis program has been activated. It won't be long before Atropos disappears from this world."
Lin Qingliu nodded.
"Don't you want to know why?"
The old man asked.
"I would like to, but there's no need."
Lin Qingliu smiled and said:
"I know you want to say it, so I won't ask. That's what human beings are like."
"Yeah, that's what humans are."
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