While carving the words, Xi whispered in his ear:
"Xiao Shuai, thank you."
"…It turns out that we electric sheep can also dream of spring."
Su Mingan opened his mouth but said nothing.
The last ray of sunset ended in the distance. Her purple and wrinkled hands felt warm on the hilt of the knife covered with golden light.
In the boundless forest of steles, it seemed as if many souls were standing there, holding flowers and singing songs.
"Dear, please don't be afraid in the dark,"
"Watch the dawn of new life with me,"
“We enjoy the freedom of the wind.”
"If the lamb runs between 0 and 1,"
"If butterflies dance among the flowers of data,"
"Honey,"
"Honey,"
"Do electric sheep dream of spring...?"
…
…
This is the last simulation, and the people in the two-dimensional world will disappear. Those laughter, those tears, those works of art and songs will no longer exist.
They were all people who could not cross into the future. Their 2,300 simulations were all to ignite the fire of the future, to build a new city on the ruins of death, to hold up the future of human civilization, and to watch people walk towards a light full of hope.
While carving the words, Su Mingan seemed to hear the voice in his heart.
"Thank you for your dedication and companionship over the past 40 years."
"It's a pleasure to fight together with you."
It was like someone was answering him across time.
"We are glad to meet you, too."
"Thank you, City Lord Su Mingan."
Many years later, people may only see a few short names in history books and radio stories, and emotions, love and hate cannot catch up with the cold time. But there are always people who remember that on that cold night, someone raised a torch and declared an unyielding war on the gods.
We huddle together for warmth in the cold winter, light the beacon fire in the long night, and forge ahead in the darkness before dawn.
Under the carving knife, a short poem was carved on the tombstone.
…
This is you in the war of doom.
【The only warmth of a hug. 】
[Walking through a land littered with corpses,]
[Standing on a ruin,]
[You sang softly:]
[“This bright red paint is the color of blood,”]
[This cold metal has the texture of iron,]
[This strong soul is the burning flame..."]
You thought no one would go with you.
【But when I look back, I find that】
[There is also a group of comrades who just said goodbye——]
[Standing quietly on the field full of red spider lilies. 】
…
…
On January 1, 72nd year of the Cataclysm, at 6:30 p.m., the Battle of Dawn came to an end.
The number of people who participated in the war was 177.53 million, the number of auxiliary personnel was 378.74 million, and the number of deaths was 253.64 million.
…
[TE1·"The pioneers are immortal, the dawn is eternal" has been achieved. 】
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