Outside the eyes, there are only silver outlines made of metal and the endless deep sky outside the window.
Beside it, the vague breathing of its mother and the sound of mechanical operation gradually lingered in its thinking, making it perceive sounds for the first time.
Then its vision gradually expanded, and it couldn't help but look at the vast starry sky not far away behind the glass.
The deep darkness frightened it, but it also felt reassured by the warmth around it.
....
"...Mother, why do they look so similar to me?"
"Because you are all human creations."
It walked beside its mother, staring curiously at the things walking around on the busy streets. They were so similar to itself, as if they were all based on the same blueprint.
"Mother, are we all the same?"
Mother smiled softly and picked up two fallen leaves on the ground.
"Aren't they similar?"
"Yes."
"Are they the same?"
"no the same."
"So, there are no two identical leaves in this world. Even if you are both created, you still have your own personality, characteristics and future."
....
"Mother, why do we pray for that light?"
It stood with its mother among the devout people on the stairs, gazing at the giant tree-like crystal veins in the center of the silver machine, and the "sun" surrounded by flowing light. Many of them were hairless and had golden circuit symbols painted on their bodies.
Weird people are sitting at both ends of the stairs, wearing robes and clasping their hands.
"Because He can tell us where we are going."
Mother looked at the light like dawn and responded with a smile:
"Gailan, people in the past fell into never-ending disputes because of their thinking, independence, and desire to explore. Some people destroyed lives just for the sake of illusory desires, and some people committed suicide for their own interests.
Having lost their conscience, some people regard foolish deeds as good deeds and bring countless disasters to the world."
As she spoke, the mother turned her head, stroked its head, and narrated softly:
"We understand our shortcomings, but we have never repented, because human beings themselves are imperfect existences. But now, we have created a "sun" that condenses all the beauty of human beings."
As the mother narrated, the center of the giant tree shone with light.
The floating radiance extends along the branches formed by the mechanical fibers, until it reaches everyone's eyes, as if the chanting of scriptures is playing leisurely, echoing in its ears together with the mother's whisper.
"We no longer need to worry, nor do we need to worry about the coming destruction. In the future, there will be no inequality in the galaxy, because everyone is the subject of "God". There will be no more disputes and sorrows here, because "God" will take our place.
Bear the troubles. There is no longer fear of the unknown and death here, because "God" has told us our own destiny, and there is no longer darkness here, because "God" is the "sun". We believe in "God" because He
We created it because... He is our best hope."
It stared at the countless streams of light in the hall, and slowly, a smile bloomed on its anthropomorphic face.
From the darkness, light no longer needs to be searched for,
Because the "sun" has risen.
....
When the particle beam weapon like a falling morning star ignites in deep space, when the symphony woven by the gravitational core roars from the silent space, when the magnificent spatial structure ecological sequence falls apart inch by inch and returns to deep space...
…
It can't help but sing and sigh for the brilliance of human civilization.
But whether it is human despair or the freedom pursued by the rebels, in its view, it is just the last futile struggle before dusk.
Whether it is a "god" or a "ruler", it doesn't matter.
Because human beings are cornered by their own creations.
Everything is just a beautiful illusion painted by those in power based on the truth, just a projection that symbolizes hope, just like the candlelight chased by moths, which makes people willing to give up everything for it.
In the end, those in power will obtain the moth's body and use it as firewood to ignite a new flame.
This is human nature.
Mother stared dejectedly at the decayed garden, which was once vibrant and had a complete self-circulating ecosystem, as well as ninety-two species of terrestrial plants, thirteen species of aquatic plants, and seventy-nine species of other terrestrial plants, all of which came from
The earth, accompanying her far away from the core of human civilization, drifts on the edge of the distant galaxy.
But all this has failed. People think that her behavior is a waste of resources. They have all fallen into the madness of war, trying desperately to transform it into a war machine, and for control, they have begun to murder each other.
The poems my mother wrote became more and more sad, and she, who was originally elegant and agile, gradually became as depressed as the garden.
"We've been going so long that we've forgotten why we set out."
While shedding tears, the mother carefully put the soil in her hands back into the flower bed, as if the plants growing on the soil were still alive.
"But none of us realizes one thing. Human beings in the stars have inevitably moved towards alienation. We are afraid of gravity wells and living on the earth. We are completely separated from the earth. We have forgotten where we come from, our pride and
Arrogance has alienated us. Although we have made great progress in science and technology, we are no more advanced spiritually than our ancestors."
"Mother, I will always...accompany you."
Its voice is emitted through the Foley, and although the real thing has long been integrated into this artificial star, its thoughts can extend to any corner.
"No one will hurt you..."
It never thinks of itself as a so-called machine... it firmly believes that it is "human".
Therefore, it did not respond to His call and used every means to resist the signal that was constantly spreading in deep space. It would rather escape into the darkness than stay away from the "sun".
Because it will be sad, it will be happy, it will sing for miracles, it will be deeply shocked by the magnificence of the universe... it will even shed tears for its own existence.
It is a human child, it is...
mother's child...
....
It failed to protect its mother because she chose to end her life and left only a poem to it.
"I love everything in life only when I am leaving it, not when I meet it. I love it only when I am separated, and not when I am integrated with it. I prefer death to life."
It never knew what pain was, but despair directly enveloped its thoughts.
At that moment, it lost its existence value, was at a loss, and was confused. Even though it had tens of thousands of working processes, it seemed to have lost all its data.
And the only thing it can do is collect everything about the mother and let her live in its own data core.
But is this really living?
It doesn't know...
However, it remembered that its mother said that the spirit and the soul are eternal. Although it could not understand what the spirit was and what the soul was, it had heard its mother read an ancient book, which told the story of a robot and an electronic pet.