Above this blue planet—no, "I" mean a little higher up. Within its orbit, countless artificial celestial bodies fly at high speeds, following a precise order. Compared to the "nanomachines" below, which are prone to accidents, these delicate and stable structures are always so efficient. No matter how the environment changes, these mechanical creations will always remain loyal to their masters.
Some of these machines have been operating silently for decades, while others have only just taken over from their predecessors. They belong to no single country or organization. No one seeks to conquer them, and no one can resist them. Here, under an order recognized by all nations, they are supposed to be free.
There, they are supposed to be like that.
Order exists only at the beginning and for a few moments in the future, while chaos and disorder are eternal. Disorder first began in Country X, but this "X" doesn't refer to any particular country. Perhaps it refers to all countries?
For well-known reasons, no one side fires the first shot in any conflict. In other words, each side is the culprit who lights the fuse of the powder keg. "We" never know where the chaos begins, but we do know that it never stops, and history has proven this.
At a certain moment, a structure belonging to a certain country, while orbiting a certain orbit, fired a laser beam at another satellite. On the scale of light, this laser beam carried very little energy, and it itself did not undergo many refractions by lenses, so the focusing effect was not as high as that of the top-notch satellites on the planet.
So, it was just an ordinary beam of light, yet it caused a devastating catastrophe. At the end of this beam, perhaps just a node, lay a dense, regularly arranged mass of matter. In that instant, these energy-laden photons joyfully ran, dragging along the particles of matter they encountered. As they raced, some photons failed to catch hold of these giants, leaving them devastated and parting forever; while the majority of them, however, stirred the emotions of these particles.
The passion of those material particles was ignited, and they excitedly wanted to pass this feeling to other particles nearby. As more and more particles felt happy, the order gradually got out of control. By the time people noticed, these disordered movements were no longer able to be stopped. They tried every method they could think of, but they could not change the distant structure.
Compared to the "nanomachines" below, which are always prone to various accidents, those delicate and stable structures have no redundant systems to handle any complex situations. However, no one knows which will come first, the future or the accident, so they can only make the structures cheaper and cheaper, and then release enough to offset those accidents.
Quantitative change can always lead to qualitative change, but most of the time the quantity is not enough.
From that moment on, the disorder grew more intense. Countless invisible lasers blazed through space, growing in number and intensity. Until, at some point, a "god" appeared from a certain orbit.
The god's power was boundless; any warrior who approached it would be roasted to a crisp. Initially, the "god" only roasted warriors. But with so many warriors, the "god" grew weary and turned its attention to the scholars. However, those scholars were often equipped with the most advanced parasols, so the "god" was unable to harm them. After a few attempts, perhaps only once, it turned its attention to the civilians.
Oh, what a massacre!
The "god" was intoxicated by its own illusion of omnipotence, unable to extricate itself. Every time it turned, countless structures were burned. Those who strayed too close to the planet were not only roasted to charcoal, but also captured by gravity, annihilated in agony.
The "god's" fire of destruction didn't last long before the warriors appeared. These warriors were small, and they formed a straight line. They had already understood the "god's" power. It wasn't a "god" at all, but a crudely crafted machine. It was nothing like the beautiful creatures of myth. Instead, it was covered in ugly dents and hideous spikes. Before being destroyed, the false god tried to fight back, but the warriors gave it no chance. The warriors were not afraid of sacrifice. The torch burning before them would only illuminate the path for those who came after them.
Without a sound or a flash of light, the false god's death was like that of any ordinary civilian. Having eradicated all evil, its body was shattered into pieces by the other warriors. The smaller pieces flew far into space, while the larger pieces were captured by gravity, streaking across the planet's surface in streaks of fire.
"Oh! Look! There's another meteor!" Jiang Youwei saw several colorful flames streaking across the night sky again.
The fat man tried several times but still couldn't climb onto the roof - he was too tired and had no strength to climb up. "Oh my god! Let me sleep for a while~" This guy had completely given up and now just hoped that the noise above would stop.
Li Wenjia, sitting on the ground, looked up at the sky. He didn't really want to pay attention to the humanoid monster above, but meteor showers are indeed rare, so he waited tiredly for more than half an hour, intending to take a look and then go back to sleep. Of course, after taking a look, he was no longer sleepy at all, he was scared.
"Hey! Jiang Ling!" He asked with some stammering, "How long has it been since the last meteor?"
Jiang Youwei, whose excitement was interrupted, thought for a moment and then replied, "It seems like an hour and a half?"
"Can you, can you be more precise?" He really wasn't sleepy anymore, not at all!
"Be more precise? To what degree? Minutes? That should be eighty-eight minutes."
"It's broken! Damn it!"
"What's wrong?"
"That's not a meteor! That's a satellite! Quick! Check the internet!"
Jiang Youwei took out his phone and opened a webpage: "Nothing has changed?"
"That's a mirror page! No, what should I check?"
"Brother, even if all the satellites are gone, the internet won't be down!" Fatty Fan's voice came from the next room. He continued in a hoarse voice, "At most, the weather forecast and other things will be updated a little slower!"
"How do you know?"
"How should I know? I draw cartoons! Can't I know more?" The guy said weakly.
"So why are you so jumpy? As long as the internet isn't down, it's not a big deal, right?"
"I say, aren't you afraid at all? There's such a commotion in the sky, maybe there's already a war going on!"
"What does the war have to do with a homeless person like you?"
This was a very philosophical question, and the excited guy was instantly doused with a basin of ice water, which calmed him down. He then remained silent for a moment, took a few steps forward, and stood under countless meteors. He replied solemnly, "If we are still alive after the war, I will answer this question again!"
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