"First of all, there is the area outside the big pit that we cannot detect. What do you think is outside?"
Sister A thought for a while and guessed: "... Paradox?"
Cai Pixiu also said at the same time: "Pigment?"
Zhen Cheng snapped his fingers: "Yes, a paradox that can turn living things and all man-made objects into paint, just like the darkness that fell when our world perished.
You can imagine that an abnormal force that is invisible, without any energy fluctuations, and that is imperceptible to both technological means and extraordinary people, comes... Let's assume that the civilized world is the same as our hometown.
What do you think will happen?"
The scene was quiet. Five or six seconds later, one of the candidates swallowed his saliva and said weakly: "Confusion and panic?"
Zhen Cheng shook his head: "As far as our personal experience is concerned, that probably won't happen. Because no one can notice it, for most people, everything only happens in the blink of an eye.
The first ones to lose contact are probably the space stations and all satellites in orbit. If those things existed in this world, people would lose a large number of communication methods, so that conspiracy theories spread everywhere, but there is no convincing answer at all.
But this will not have a too serious impact on most people's lives. It will only drive curious scientists, some astronomy enthusiasts and politicians crazy.
They will find from the astronomical observation equipment on the earth that the disappeared artificial celestial bodies have turned into lumps of hard material that have lost their shape. They are things that were formed by the condensation of artificial celestial bodies turned into pigments in the low temperature of space.
If you're lucky and at the right angle, you can even see the colors reflected from the stars.
Of course, I don’t understand the unique properties of this paradox. Maybe they can still remain soft and liquid in space. This has little to do with our archaeological tracing.
The politicians chose to conceal this, and perhaps made up various excuses for the loss of signals, without even giving ordinary people living in the city a chance to be confused and panicked.
They want to figure out what happened and even solve the problem before disaster strikes, but they can't do anything because they haven't seen the horror of the Shadow of Destruction.
If there are some indigenous world gods in this world, with their dimensions or prophecies that can understand the truth, they may be aware of it, and then spread the real terror and prophecies of world destruction through their believers.
It is a pity that their status cannot cope with the paradox of the scale of world destruction, and these true knowledge did not attract attention. Because under abnormal circumstances, there are too many weird hypotheses. People in power would rather believe in the theories put forward by scientists.
Normally, there is no problem with this, but at this time, science that requires repeated verification in practice is destined to be too late to draw conclusions. The whole world will perish in ignorance..."
"Wait a minute," Cai Pixiu scratched his corner and interrupted with a confused look on his face: "Is your speculation too taken for granted?
What if this world is already in the age of interstellar colonization? What if they are still in the ancient times? Aren't these inferences just your imagination?
But if it’s at this level, we won’t get any credits.”
"No, this is my conjecture, not a conjecture. Of course, there is evidence to prove it," Zhen Cheng showed a confident smile:
"First of all, I saw dead wood on the edge of the pit. Although the tree was soaked in paint and died, it didn't turn into paint like the machine you threw out, right?
If we can't find a counterexample, we think we can assume that the principle of this paradox only turns humans and artifacts into paint. In fact, this can explain a lot of problems.
Under this premise, you must have all seen the huge wave of paint sent towards the pit like a tsunami. I would like to ask, what kind of human beings or man-made objects can produce such a huge volume?"
"It can only be a city, right?" Sister A replied thoughtfully.
"That's right," Zhen Cheng turned his attention back to Cai Pixiu: "And if it was in a more developed era, or if there was a flourishing magical civilization here, then the people in this world would be more fully prepared.
If the interstellar fleet, which is several light-years away, encounters the paradox first, they may even have time to arrange a comprehensive escape plan from their home star.
Even if there really is a huge paradox here that encompasses the entire universe and there is no way to escape, these people should die in outer space, not on the ground."
Cai Pixiu thought for a while and agreed, and Zhen Cheng continued to tell the story: "The end must have come very quickly, and it probably won't take more than a week at the longest.
The first things to go wrong were passenger planes flying in the stratosphere. However, their loss of contact with the tower did not arouse ordinary people's vigilance. The disaster was already only ten kilometers away.
Some people near the airport are relatively unlucky. They may have been killed by dozens of tons of paint falling from the sky before they were transformed into shadow paint.
Panic spread around the airport, but there was no time to spread too far because most communications equipment was out of order by now.
When people walk in the city, they will see the tallest buildings melting and dripping like burning candles. Immediately afterwards, there is a chain reaction of exposure to paint, and the city turns into a sea of color.
Of course, even if time is tight, this civilization will not fail to make any back-up preparations. For example, where we are now.
Although I don’t know whether it was due to religious reasons or the terrain, they chose a strange triangular structure, but the place we just came down from was undoubtedly a bomb shelter built for escape.
In order to avoid the incomprehensible doomsday disaster that fell from the sky, these people even built the exit underground and filled it with thick soil.
In fact, they may have found an escape route to deal with this paradox. But they could not escape the clutches of the same kind.
Those who were left on the ground to die finally found the only way to survive while being hidden. They used explosives, or I am more inclined to think that it was the supernatural beings who used their fists to create the big hole we appeared at the beginning.
Those digging tools at the bottom of the pit should have been stored in the space reserved by the exit by those who hid in the shelter. After a period of time, perhaps the disaster will subside, and they can be used to dig out a passage from the inside out.
But in fact, since the paint can still be seen inside the shelter later, it shows that that layer of defense has actually failed. Therefore, I think that the boxes we saw, the sign on the top, and the screw-type longitudinal concrete door may not be real.
things that exist.
In other words, they are probably the products of Lamarckian games that are localized or retroactively generated based on rules such as no-death situations and certain prompts.
This may even indirectly lead to the huge wave of paint that we suffered later. The change in the rules of the world caused the restlessness of the paradox. Otherwise, why would the paradox that had destroyed the world wake up again after our arrival?"