The Life Hard Drive lit up. I heard the click of mechanical splicing—a chair rose before my eyes, and the Life Hard Drive merged into it.
Several lines of small words appeared on the panel next to it:
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【A word of warning to you all. 】
[The "Ark Project" has officially begun. The sleeping address of the largest life hard drive will be completely blocked, and no one or any force is allowed to enter. ]
【——Until a thousand years.】
【All preparations have been completed. Thank you all for your efforts. We will meet again in a thousand years.】
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This message was sent to every person who had promoted the plan. It was brief and powerful, but it announced a thousand years of waiting.
I suddenly understood why General Qin was the only one who did not reincarnate.
——Because he had been sleeping here for a thousand years, as the "largest life hard disk" to receive information from generation to generation. Until a thousand years later, the old gods came here to wake him up, and gathered the accumulation of a thousand years to become gods.
...General Qin is the [Alien King].
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[Su Mingan said: "How long ago did the Alien King fall asleep? What was the reason?"]
【Xiao Jingsan said: "A thousand years ago. The reason is still unknown, it may be due to death."】
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The name of the Alien King should be "the largest life hard disk sleeping in the Netherworld", but it has been given a mysterious color in the mysterious description for thousands of years. It has no independent personality, and its essence is just a hard disk with a huge memory.
Xiao Jingsan was right, the Alien King had indeed been sleeping a thousand years ago.
This reminds me of the classics I read before.
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【My old friend, the old god. 】
[Fortunately, I was given the talisman of the immortal, and my body became the sword of destiny. My soul was filled with my eyes in the past, and I was given a red python by a man, so I was reborn. Go to the bottom of the nine underworlds in the tower, chant my name, count with death, my ambition covers the earth, and my ideal country rises to the sky. ]
[——"Classic·Thousand-year Mythology"]
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"My old friend".
General Qin is indeed an old friend of the old gods.
I lowered my eyelids, feeling as if I were in a precision instrument, where every chain and every gear was running smoothly and seamlessly. This machine called "fate" enveloped everyone in it, and every time I peeled off a layer of iron, I would see more precise parts and gears.
There were many cheers around the world, but there were also complaints: the fruits of success can only be enjoyed by people thousands of years later. In the eyes of today's people, we have given up on saving this generation.
But we have to.
The current "Utopia" is not very large, it can only cover the Nine Netherworld, so it is safe for the life hard drive to exist here. After a thousand years, the barrier can protect a larger area.
I have been impressed more than once by the ingenuity of the Millennium Plan. This is the heaviness of "choice" and "salvation".
We never had room.
…
Later I saw many days and nights.
Teaching, researching, training reincarnations, building monitoring screens, playing the piano... Days passed by. We closed our eyes and covered our ears, not listening to the cries from the outside world. Because all we could do was wait.
I often see Xia Jiawen and Lin Yawen attending various occasions. The children affectionately call them "Mom and Dad". They are like the children's parents.
Peace Festival, New Year's Day, October Ceremony... Xia Jiawen and his colleagues tried their best to create this paradise floating in hell. They used festivals, piano music and laughter to paint the pale environment with color bit by bit, and tried their best to bring happiness to people.
Later, I met a young man with black hair.
Xia Jiawen patted the black-haired young man on the shoulder and introduced him with a smile:
"My job includes [cultivating spare bodies for the Old Gods]. If something goes wrong with the Old Gods' bodies a thousand years later, we still have spare bodies - this is the Old Gods' number one carrier, named 0001. Come, say hello to Dr. Li!"
0001 looked up and gave me a stiff smile, with a lively light in his eyes like a kingfisher.
My heart seemed to have become a channel, through which all rivers from ancient times to the present flowed. I suddenly realized that the cause and effect of all things can be silently connected.
The young man in front of me has black hair, black pupils, and eyebrows similar to mine.
"To create a backup body, the soul and body must match each other highly, so we must restore everything about the old god as much as possible, whether it's the appearance or the temperament." Xia Jiawen looked at 0001's facial features: "According to the remaining information, it is said that the old god looked like this... Hmm. My face-sculpting skills have not regressed."
I stopped where I was and didn't say anything for a long time.
“…This is what the old gods look like?” Intense shock filled my mind.
I am very sure that I have never been an old god.
"Yes, but the data is lost, so it's hard to restore the old gods 100%." Xia Jiawen touched his chin: "It's okay, I will slowly make fine adjustments later, and there will always be one that is most similar."
I looked at 0001, and 0001 looked at me. Since this was the early stage of the experiment, 0001 was just a bionic man created by biochemical technology and did not have his own thoughts.
I stretched out my hand.
Inch by inch, getting closer to 0001.
Until my palm was close to his cheek.
Then my thumb touched his eyebrow: "It should be thinner here...slant down about 10 degrees on both sides."
Xia Jiawen didn’t know the specific appearance of the old gods, but I knew clearly... the differences between my true appearance and the young man in front of me.
My mother once trimmed my eyebrows. She used to look in the mirror and carefully draw the edge of my eyebrows with a knife, so I know what the curvature of my eyebrows should be.
The index finger touched the young man's eye sockets lightly: "The eyes should be moved down a little, and the pupil color should be a little lighter."
For a second class credit, I attended the university's orientation party. As the makeup artist was retouching my face, I memorized the outline of my eyes.
The middle finger touched the young man's nose bridge: "It's a little higher here."
During those years when no one took care of me, I often went out in thin clothes without knowing how thick my clothes were. After catching a cold, I repeatedly massaged the bridge of my nose to remember its height.
Finally, brush it over the lips: "The color should be lighter and narrower."
Xia Jiawen looked at me in surprise.
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