Chapter 65 Human Interpretation Diary: Humans are Creating Gods 2 ...Wish...
journal.
Well, putting aside the fact that I haven't found the entire diary yet, I do have something more important that I haven't said.
That is "human beings are creating gods."
This sentence comes from a human being who has helped me a lot and guided me on a certain journey.
He is also my maker and now the owner of a department store.
Before I left, he told me that some humans wanted a god.
This god is omnipotent. It possesses human sensibility and mechanical rationality, and will be an extremely perfect species.
It will clean up the world and set the order.
——And that’s what I was born for.
But later, he said he softened his heart, so he let me go.
But I know that he did all of this to create a God.
A god that has not yet grown up needs to experience and know everything in the human world before it can become a god.
^
"Chen Shu, I remember, I remember!" I nodded and wiped the blood off Chen Shu's face with my sleeve.
"Humanity is creating gods. I remember. Humanity is creating gods!"
Chen Shu rubbed my palm against the fabric, seeming to be very dependent on me. She whispered softly, "Xiaoban, don't become a god. Just be our Xiaoban and stay with us, okay?"
I was stunned.
Blood started to flow down the girl's face again, and after passing the corners of her eyes, it slowly slid down like a line of bloody tears.
I moved back and pulled my hand back: "Chen Shu, you will live a good life."
"But I have other things to do. I, I have things to do, so I can't stay with you."
Looking back, my first meeting with Chen Shu was also a bloody scene.
At that time, Chen Shu was huddled in a corner of a ruin, wearing tattered clothes. He looked pale and thin, as if he had not eaten for a long time, with messy hair and many wounds on his body.
I originally thought she was a refugee, but I forgot that in this land, no matter how bad or disgusting a person you are, you will have your own house.
It was not until much later that I learned from Yue Ling and Yang Jin that Chen Shu had actually gone there to commit suicide that day.
"Xiaoban, what are you thinking about?" Chen Shu asked me. Her tone was still gentle, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Is it... because of the bracelet?" I asked carefully, afraid of angering her.
Chen Shu pulled down her right sleeve, and the sweater piled up, making her arm look even more slender.
On her arms, she wore two very similar bracelets, one large and one small.
I smelled them carefully and discovered the essential difference in their aroma.
——The aroma of the larger bunch is stickier, while the smaller one is much fresher.
"Xiaoban, are you curious about this?" Chen Shu said, and I stopped moving. "This is a bad thing, not suitable for you, so leave it all to me?"
I looked at her bright smile, nodded helplessly, and stood up to leave.
"Xiaoban! Wait a minute."
"What's wrong?" I asked back as I started to leave.
"I want to send you some blessings."
"Okay." I nodded.
A lonely traveler walking in this world does need the blessings of some friends.
"...I wish you a safe journey and everything goes well." Chen Shu's eyes were sincere, even so hot that they burned me.
"Thank you. I wish you...a happy Chinese New Year too." I replied with a smile.
Behind us are warm lights and people are celebrating the festival.
In the blue-black world, I walk alone with my hands behind my back, but I am not lonely.
Because I know that there will always be someone waiting for me on my way home, waiting for me to return as "me".
^
"Knock knock." I knocked on the door of the department store.
On both sides of the closed door, there were two long pieces of red paper. There was nothing on them, but they were bright red enough.
"Is anyone there?"
“Squeak—”
"Hey, hey! Look, who is this? A rare guest, a rare guest, please come in."
Old Yang fanned himself with his large palm-leaf fan, opened the door and came forward with narrowed eyes.
I frowned and glared at him: "Didn't I just come here a few days ago?"
"How can they be the same?" Old Yang walked in front of me and said in a cheerful voice, "Calculate it yourself. The last time you came was February 7th. What date is it today?"
"February 13?" I thought about it and answered.
"Yes, February 13th. How long has it been since February 7th?"
"It's only... 6 or 7 days, just a week, how come—"
"Oh? 'One week', what does that mean?" Old Yang looked at me with one eye big and one eye small.
The thirst for knowledge in his eyes could no longer be concealed as he rushed towards me.
I coughed a few times and pushed him away. I had no choice but to ignore the strange and unpleasant smell of cigarettes and alcohol on him. "It's just a general term for 7 days."
"Oh, so seven days can be converted into a week. Is that correct?"
Lao Yang is full of curiosity about everything in the world that he doesn't know. As long as you dare to tell him, he will know it.
Moreover, he seemed to have fallen into a state of paranoia some time ago, and anyone who could not provide him with information that interested him would be brutally killed by him.
"Hmm." I fanned the air in front of my nose. "What's that weird smell? Don't you say you don't drink or smoke?"
"How do you know I don't drink or smoke?!" Lao Yang looked incredulous.
He covered his face with a palm-leaf fan, and his small eyes wrinkled, looking even smaller.
"I wasn't spying on you. After all, I've been with you for so long, I should know this little thing." I raised my eyebrows, and this time I succeeded.
Old Yang gave a meaningful "hmm" and slowly shook his head: "Hmm—okay."
"Then ask me again, why does it smell like that?"
Oh, I really don’t like this kind of old man who insists others ask him questions, especially the old man with the surname Yang, a big beard, and who likes to fan himself.
"Why do you have that smell?" I said aloud with an expressionless face.
"Hahahahahahaha—good question, good question!" Old Yang laughed. "This is my new invention, woooo ...
“What! What are you doing!?”
I covered Lao Yang's mouth, but he quickly broke free and started questioning me.
"If you keep doing this, I'm going to spray you with this new bottle of my super stinky, premium alcohol and tobacco scented perfume!!"
"W-what?" I jumped up in fright.
"Super smelly, premium alcohol and tobacco scented perfume!"
"Lao Yang! Why are you studying this for no reason?!" I yelled.
The two of them then began another battle of evasion on the road leading to the shop.
"You don't understand, you don't understand!" Old Yang also screamed, "A lot of powerful people need to use this to conceal their identities! Seriously! Ouch! I've already sold a bottle to my counterpart! Please, please ...
"I want to destroy the stolen goods!"
"What stolen goods! This is obviously good stuff!"
"What a good thing!"
"Hey, hey, don't talk nonsense!——"
^
"Tell me, what do you want to do by coming to see an old man like me today?"
Old Yang lay in his rocking chair, and I sat in Yang Jin's small chair to give him a massage.
I hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'd like to ask... what exactly does 'humanity is creating gods' mean?"
"Oh, you finally ask me." Old Yang said with a satisfied look on his face, "'Humanity is creating gods'. It means literally. You've been following me for so long, don't you understand reading comprehension?"
“I want to know what you think,” I said.
"Okay, okay. But don't go out and tell anyone about our conversation today."
"oh."
"Tsk, how rude."
I:? ?
"In short," Lao Yang said, "the topic and idea of 'creating a god'...was first proposed by my group of old friends."
"They believe that after the new home is rebuilt, it is likely to face a situation where there is no leader."
"We actually hid a lot from you about what happened during the freeze period."
"It was precisely because humans had no leader at the time that two factions, with different views, fought each other for power and profit, leading to the tragic state our homeland is in today."
"So in order to elect a leader who meets our standards, we..."
"Oh! Tomorrow happens to be the 100th anniversary!"
"...Anyway, one hundred years ago tomorrow, the 'Leader Promotion Plan' began."
"During the experiment, we found that neither humans nor robots could meet our standards."
"So we started creating new species, your kind, but you weren't very successful."
"You should have also discovered the confusion in your memory."
"You feel like you were born in a frozen period, but you also clearly know that I created you, and my activity period is not during the frozen period."
"Uh… did you give yourself a name?"
I nodded, then shook my head: "No. Just call me like before."
"Okay, okay." Old Yang sighed.
"You, the human who thinks you're a robot but wants to be human, it's time to recognize who you are."
"What did you say?" I asked almost tremblingly.
I can't believe it!
The "humanity" I once longed for so much, the "humanity" I now hate so much——
So, in the end, I am one of them...?
No, no, no, Lao Yang must be kidding me!
He always does things like this!
"You are essentially a human being, but in your head you always think you are a robot."
"To be honest, I think people like you are quite pitiful."
Old Yang seemed to feel sorry for me and fanned me with his fan.
But I knew that he actually wanted to record my breakdown after learning the truth.
——How ridiculous.
He went on to say, "My life is controlled by us old guys. I don't even have a little freedom."
"But I'm still a soft-hearted person. After all, I let you wander around for a few years."
"So you've come back now, are you ready to dedicate yourself to humanity?"
I knew he was provoking me.
Ah, this old man who said one thing and meant another, he never thought of asking me to make a contribution from the beginning to the end.
Could it be that his fan has the function of real-time monitoring?
Yes, why not!
Those old men might also be forcing Lao Yang to do something he doesn't want to do!
So what can I do?
I... am so weak, I can't save him.
But he didn't choose to leave?
Why! ?
Could it be that he actually agrees with them deep down? Could it be that everything he said and did was just a lie to me?!
"Yang Zhizhi! Are you crazy!!" I roared, my eyebrows wrinkled into a ball, and my eyes were nine-tenths full of anger.
"If, if I am really human, then isn't this the same as forcing me to die?!"
"You know I don't even—"
“Snap—”
The crisp sound of the slap shocked my ears, pooh, my eardrum hurt so much.
Old Yang's expression softened. He continued to fan himself, looking at me kindly from above, his voice tinged with laughter:
"Only death can bring truth."
"So if necessary, we old men wouldn't mind going on another killing spree."
My pupils trembled violently.
I snatched the fan from Lao Yang's hand, tore it in half, accurately destroyed the video equipment on it, threw it aside, and stomped on it hard with my foot.
During this period, Lao Yang just sat in the rocking chair without moving.
…
The building is about to collapse and the storm is coming.
I ran away in terror, trying to escape the blinding dust.
The road under my feet is getting longer and longer, and my steps are getting heavier and heavier. I seem to be stuck in the mud, but also seem to be floating in the air.
"You still want to run?!"
The sharp knife stabbed at me from behind with the wind, but was deflected by a few grains of sand, scraped my face, left a bloody mark, and then suddenly stabbed into the tree trunk.
"What the hell is this?! Old Yang, don't be soft-hearted! This is our last chance!!" The old man's voice came again.
"Which eye of yours saw that I was soft-hearted?!" Lao Yang's voice was also heard.
^
I finally stepped out the door.
I finally escaped from the human race.
I can finally, finally live as "me"!
“Chi——”
Well……?
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