[It’s a pity that I can’t hear it anymore. ]
…
[The log of Linguang T-0321 is as follows. 】
【I dreamed of you again today. 】
[When I reached out to you, I realized that my fingertips had no sense of touch. I just saw you by illusion.]
[In my dream, you held an umbrella and smiled at me. ]
【“Lü Shu.”】
[Screaming a name that doesn’t belong to me. ]
…
[The log of Linguang T-0321 is as follows. 】
【I am afraid that you don’t know my mission. 】
[I am afraid... you will eventually regard me as a bad person. ]
[I really want to tell you the truth, but if I tell you, the trap that has been simulated 2,300 times will be discovered.]
【So I will continue to hide it from you. 】
【I will continue to let you treat me as a bad person. 】
【Continue to be jealous of Lu Shu.】
【Continue to look for chocolate and games. 】
…
[The log of Linguang T-0321 is as follows. 】
【The croaker has grown taller. 】
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[The log of Linguang T-0321 is as follows. 】
[I wrote you a letter, but didn’t send it out. I quietly hid it in a drawer. ]
[It’s been too long since I last met you. If I don’t write something down, I guess my life will just pass by like this. ]
…
[The log of Linguang T-0321 is as follows. 】
[I learned how to fry strawberries. I will make them for you next time. ]
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[The log of Linguang T-0321 is as follows. 】
[The deadline for the final battle is approaching. I heard that people write a suicide note before they die. As a program that is destined to perish, I will also write a suicide note.]
【Draft of suicide note:】
【Couldn't find chocolate or games.】
【sorry. 】
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[The log of Linguang T-0321 is as follows. 】
[The previous suicide note was not well written, so I will start over.]
【Second draft of suicide note:】
【I am Lin Guang. 】
[Louis, I hope you are happy. ]
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[The log of Linguang T-0321 is as follows. 】
【The third draft of the suicide note:】
[I know your favorite songs, favorite foods, and favorite hair colors. ]
[If I were a player in the world game, not a program, I would definitely be a better friend to you than Lu Shu. I might not... so desire something that I cannot touch, it is called "love".]
【Certainly.】
【Certainly.】
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[The log of Linguang T-0321 is as follows. 】
【Fourth draft of the suicide note:】
【. 】
【I don’t want to die.】
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[The log of Linguang T-0321 is as follows. 】
[The deadline has arrived, and tonight will be the final battle. ]
【Let’s go see you. 】
【I'm alive. 】
【I want to see you. 】
[Compared to humans, the emotions of programs are more eternal. My loyalty and love will never change and will always be engraved in my emotional module, just like the genes in the human body.]
[It has become the creed I pursue throughout my life, and it will live forever with the destruction of data. Even if my consciousness will perish in the data, I will still remember you at the last moment.]
【I gave you the loyalty of a man who had never had faith.】
[I am destined to die, but my memory of you and I will live forever. Your brain will be the storage of my memory. ]
[Louis, do you feel that the life woven by words is absurd? Are you confused about the emotions between life and programs? The world may be fake, and you and I may also be fake.]
[But I will still walk towards you. ]
[Regardless of program or life, I will walk towards you. 】
…
Lin Guang’s logs are numerous and diverse, like a series of diaries.
Su Ming'an didn't know when and in what mood Lin Guang recorded these soliloquys. These... were things that Su Ming'an could probably not hear at all.
If Lin Guang died tragically in the rain like in the previous round, then these trivial words, these numerous diaries... would not be heard by anyone at all. They could only be buried forever with Lin Guang's mutilated body in the rainy night of the city-state, accompanied by eternal infamy.
In a trance, Su Mingan seemed to really see this scene - Lin Guang was alone every day, doing these things happily, as if there really was a "Louis" standing in front of Lin Guang, always caring about what Lin Guang encountered, what he picked up, what he ate, what he learned, and whether he felt happy.
But there is none at all.
Lin Guang was just a person with a smile on his face, enduring loneliness and pain, from the dark night of 32 years after the disaster to another dark night of 72 years after the disaster. Facing the empty air, he smiled as he shot himself, bled, felt pain, and bandaged himself. He picked flowers, raised plants, knitted silk, learned Chinese characters, picked strawberries, wrote Spring Festival couplets, made tea, and talked to himself.
Sadness, anger, jealousy, tears, and breakdown.
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