It has been 10 years since the final battle.
On that day, the eastern and western magnetic poles emitted an absolutely stable frequency. Since then, monsters no longer insist on attacking human bases, materials no longer contaminate each other, and humans have found the unchanging in the distortion. Later, that frequency was called "the bell".
The Highland Research Institute and Mr. Polly Jones, who discovered the "bell", were forever recorded as milestones in human history. Highland
Research Institute, White Building.
Green vines climbed all over the windows and railings. The mutant vine that had been guarding the institute died naturally a year ago. Its seeds sprinkled the soil of the institute and sprouted this spring. The sky was covered with a layer of snow-white mist, and the mist was lush green. Everything was normal, everything was quiet, like a day in the spring of 2020.
In the corridor outside the laboratory, there was a wheelchair.
Polly Jones sat on it, and the cold wind passed through the abyss, climbed to the top, and finally blew his white hair.
Beside him, Lu Xun stood.
"In 2020, I was 15 years old and studying physics in college." An old voice rang out: "Later, I often dreamed of returning to that year, standing on the podium, in the tutor's office, and in the middle of the sports field. I told them loudly that the geomagnetic field was going to disappear, and they must be prepared in advance."
He paused, a helpless smile appearing at the corners of his lips: "Sometimes they believed it, sometimes not, but every morning when they opened their eyes, they still saw this terrible world."
"Fortunately, the world is still as bad as before, or even worse, but at least we don't have to count the days waiting for extinction."
Polly Jones lowered his head. In his hand was a copy of the Al-Qaeda United Daily News with the date and time on the cover, April 2164.
One hundred and fourteen years after the disaster, humans seem to have finally integrated into this world of mutual slaughter.
Many people will mention the last war. The North Base chose to rescue the Highland Research Institute, otherwise, the Highland Research Institute would not be able to persist until the moment of analyzing the stable frequency. The Underground Base chose to assist the Eastern Magnetic Pole, otherwise, the magnetic pole would collapse and fall, and there would be no way to emit frequency. Both decisions were made based on the kindness of human hearts, and they won the victory in a dangerous way.
There was only one fighter formation to rescue the Highland Research Institute, and only one thousand paratroopers to rescue the North Base. The last struggle of mankind towards extinction was not a magnificent war, but a low cry. Its survival, evolution, and extinction, in the changes of the world, although it thinks it is of vital importance, it has repeatedly proved itself powerless and insignificant.
Yes, the human race is in fact extinct.
After being infected by the "absolute stable frequency", they finally gained permanent and stable immunity. Sometimes, there is a probability that they can even obtain the genes of monsters, obtain those powerful signs and shapes, and their will is still clear. This is the victory of the fusion faction - although the theory and method used are not the fusion faction.
After the peaceful fusion with the monster genes, the power of human beings themselves has been enhanced, and they are no longer so dependent on a limited number of weapons and equipment. They began to fight monsters with monsters' methods, using simple methods to attack and defend. Some humans chose to leave the base, return to the abandoned city, or form small settlements in the wild.
In short, the city collapsed.
There are less than 5,000 survivors in the world, and they can no longer organize a grand social structure or an army. With the eastern magnetic pole, the western magnetic pole, and the highland research institute as the center, the small settlements radiate outward in a star shape.
The monsters from the outside world who need food are still eyeing them covetously. They no longer covet human genes, or in other words, most of the monsters that have survived to the present have already acquired human genes. From another perspective, the frequency covering the world has brought stability to humans and monsters. It is an undeniable fact that human superiority in intelligence has long ended.
The bell rang, humans came to life, and the era of humans came to an end. They seemed to begin to live in this world as an ordinary species with difficulty.
"Some people say it is a decline, but I think it is an ascent," Polly said, looking ahead, "We are just taking new achievements and cognition to retrace the path that our ancestors took."
In the open space in front of the white building, young scientists in white coats shuttled between the instruments.
Suddenly, there was a burst of excited noise, and a young man in the middle raised a beaker filled with clear water. The situation was obvious: by sampling and reproducing the frequency of matter, they successfully infected other substances with the frequency of distilled water, turning the dark and turbid water in the beaker into a glass of clear pure water.
——Many things are being redefined, and new theoretical systems are beginning to emerge. I don’t know if it’s correct, but it is indeed moving forward slowly.
"I still don't understand what these frequencies are. Do they represent the fundamental composition of a substance, or are they just a noun that refers to the properties of matter?" Polly Jones' voice was hoarse with age. "Obtaining the frequency of specific substances and then changing the real world is an unexpected accidental achievement."
"We are so insignificant. We have only used simple means to obtain a superficial projection of the real world. But it is just a projection, and it is enough to temporarily protect human beings."
Facing the boundless wilderness, he murmured to himself: "A hundred years, a thousand years later, will we know more?"
Lu Xun pushed his wheelchair to the side of the green vines that looked like a waterfall. In this spring of revival, the strangely shaped vines are covered with dense white flowers. These flowers are of different shapes and colors, but they all exist on the same vine.
"Are you too optimistic?" Polly smiled: "It is a difficult question whether humans will still exist in a hundred years."
Survival is still precarious and surrounded by dark clouds. There is still no effective solution to the problem of fertility and reproduction.
Polly Jones's United Daily News, which has become frayed due to frequent flipping, stopped at page 1, which reported two things.
The first report said that a scientist who merged with a bird by chance was born in the form of a bird, but the hatched bird suddenly turned into a human form after one year old. The second report said that a fertile woman from the underground city base claimed that when her life came to an end, she was willing to walk into the Simpson cage and donate her frequency for research.
"My life is about to come to an end." He closed the Daily and said.
"Some people finally came back to life. For so many years, they have been asking themselves whether they have redeemed their sins." He said, "But they still cannot face what they did back then. They can only wait for death and let God judge them."
Lu Xun said, "Did you leave the base for this?"
"Yes, after all, they could not face their own hearts and could not agree with the beliefs of the Tribunal," he looked at Lu Xun, "They are not as good as you."
"I didn't do anything," Lu Xun said.
Polly shook his head.
The strong spring breeze blew over the top of the mountain, and the light fragrance of vine flowers spread in the wind.
"You faced everything that you couldn't face back then, and you persisted the longest," he looked up and held Lu Xun's hand. "Humanity's interests are above all else. Thank you for keeping the base and the artificial magnetic poles going until the end. This is the ultimate reason for humanity's victory."
Lu Xun said, "Thank you."
"I heard that they have started compiling the "Foundation Chronicles". How will people judge the Inquisition in a hundred years?" Polly looked at the whitening sky in the east, the place where the dawn rises. His eyes contained a kind of distant tranquility: "Some will criticize it, some will praise it. The only thing that is certain is that everyone will remember it."
He continued: "And they will remember you even more, kid."
Lu Xun's gaze rested on a piece of snow-white velvety petals.