[Such cheers flowed.]
[While walking, I heard a voice. ]
【Buzz, buzz, buzz.】
【Gala, gala, gala.】
【Whew, wow, wow.】
【Da, da, da.】
[Is that the cry of our ancestors, or the wailing of philosophers? No, no, neither.]
[That is…]
[——The last sound of the spinning jenny. ]
【——The last hum of Watt's steam engine. 】
[——The last leap of electric light inside Siemens equipment.]
【——The last strike of atomic energy and electronic computers. 】
[——Is this their mournful cry, or their final farewell to human civilization after millions of years?]
【When all living things fall, they die along with science. 】
[When the last sand castle was washed away, I saw ink flying in the sky - the "creators" have begun to change the world with pen and ink, using their inspiration to create their paradise.]
[So, from today on, we should chant——]
【The sun is blue, and the moon is red. 】
[Soil is water condensed, and the sea is mud. ]
【Leaves are made of butterflies, and butterflies are leaves.】
[A fulcrum cannot lift up a planet. The geocentric theory is better than the heliocentric theory.]
[One kilogram of cotton is heavier than one kilogram of perpetual motion machine, and the one-pound and ten-pound iron balls on the Leaning Tower of Pisa will never fall.]
【Apples will fly into the sky, but there will be only graves under the tree.】
…
【——Magpie.】
…
The bonfire crackled.
Ashley lit a bonfire to keep warm, and the flames danced in the cave.
Su Mingan came back to his senses from his shock, and Si Que's words seemed to still echo in his mind.
"The sun is blue, and the moon is red..." Su Ming'an looked outside the cave - he had never cared about the color of the sun, but now when he looked up, he realized that the sun above the sky seemed to have a few strands of blue.
...Has anyone added color to it over the past tens of millions of years?
And in the distant place where the sun and the moon are in the same sky, the blue moon has a slightly reddish hue.
If this is a distant subversion of Luowasha, then the Dragon King, the Elf King, the Blood Clan... these fantasy races, could it be that they have also gradually emerged over the past tens of millions of years...
Su Mingan thought deeply about it and was terrified. He didn't know what Si Que had written, but many things around him must have traces of Si Que's writing.
He used the immortal talisman to conjure up an apple that was bright red and juicy, and threw it upwards.
“Swish!”
——Apple, floating in the air.
Bright red, moist and attractive.
The law of universal gravitation still exists, but in these tens of millions of years, there must have been at least one creator who wrote a similar statement about apples: "Apples do not obey the law of universal gravitation."
Su Mingan caught the apple. It was so light and had almost no downward force.
The breeze blew across his face, as if countless philosophers were sighing in his ears.
…
…
Second Era, 150 years.
When all living things fall into confusion in the "death of science",
——“Apple” will fly into the sky.
The philosopher is gone.
There were only graves under the tree.
…
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