Federal calendar year 2207, September 24th, the headquarters of the Spirit of Creation Agency.
In the core area [Senluo Vientiane Tower].
"Chief, don't be too persistent." A man in a white coat came over, "This unprecedented creation cannot be completed overnight."
"It doesn't matter, I have a hunch that she will be born soon." Another man in a black suit said.
"Forget it, I can't stop you. After all, this is your lifelong dream."
"Well, no matter what I create, I will be responsible for my actions for the rest of my life."
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This is [moment] a fragment of memory from six hundred years ago, and I still can’t forget that memory.
About the definition of memory...
What are memories?
Is the past not yet forgotten? Or is it a self-tampered recollection?
Is it something that never happened as long as you forget it, an existence intertwined between fact and fantasy?
[In the ever-moving gears of destiny, the fate of the two is bound to eternity.]
Even if they are separated by two different time and space...
Time goes back to the day the moment was born.
When did you start to have consciousness?
When did you start to have consciousness?
When did you start to have consciousness?
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I have asked this question countless times deep in my heart.
It's a pity that God will not show mercy to the world. No one can give an answer to this question.
It feels like a traveler walking in the wilderness has lost his way and is wandering alone in the dust.
What devours [moment] is the loneliness in the darkness, a despair that feels like falling into an abyss.
Invaded by filth...I have been longing for it.
It is a desire born of one's own instinct.
I hope someone can tell me who I am for, or what I exist for.
I am afraid of being forgotten by others, and I long for a ray of light to illuminate my inner world.
Along with the curse of endless darkness, comes the dawn of light.
Just like the desperate girl who has been tortured by the disease, one day she meets the kind-hearted angel in white who can save her.
Just like a self-denying and self-isolated young man, one day a caring hand was handed over to him and he wanted to be friends with him.
It's more like a monster who was born with sin and curse, and finally gained recognition from everyone, and they lived together in harmony from then on.
go.
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"It's so cold, as if... I'm on a glacier."
[At this moment], my mind was dizzy, and the cold and biting feeling gradually eroded my consciousness.
There is something... covering Shi's whole body cold-bloodedly.
Like a deadly vine, it binds the birds yearning for freedom.
There was a tearing pain in my chest...
How long has it been since the birth of self-awareness?
And...who will remember me?
After experiencing something like this, I should be dying soon, and my consciousness that was finally born is also blurred...
There is only a distorted scene in sight.
This is far from satisfactory for a creature without memory...
In the darkness, it was extremely difficult to move my hands, and there was no hope.
Ah...I can't even open my eyes. Is this the end of my time?
I'm about to die...
What a short life.
At least... let me experience the warmth at the end.
"Click..."
[Moment] There was a sound of breaking from the glass container in front of me.
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That kind of sound makes me feel a glimmer of hope of survival at all times.
It feels like grabbing a life-saving straw from a rushing river.
It is said that ephemeral flowers appear and disappear in an instant, blooming and then withering.
The beauty of a moment, the eternity of a moment.
The consciousness that is obviously about to disappear...
Why do I want to survive so desperately?
Why do you have to hold out your hand tenaciously even if you fall into hell?
Why do I still have to move my legs stubbornly even though my body is bruised and bruised?
My mind is filled with all kinds of thoughts all the time.
"Pap..."
[Moment] The glass container in front of me is full of cracks.
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Deep in his heart and soul, an ancient clock appeared in front of him.
The ancient clock is huge and occupies almost half of my mind.
The Roman numerals on the clock are actually larger than the time.
So close, yet so inaccessible.
The hour hand on the clock stays near the left side of "XII", which is eleven o'clock.
The minute hand also stays on the right side of "XII" close to the twelve mark, which is fifty-nine minutes.
The second hand moves clockwise from “Ⅺ” to “Ⅻ” at a fixed frequency.
"Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock..."
Time flies.
There are still five seconds left before zero.
I always think of this: the recovered girl is back to health and running happily on the vast prairie.
Four seconds left.
I always think of this: The boy who escaped from loneliness took the initiative to extend his hand in school and gained a true friend.
The third to last second.
I always think of it: with its own efforts, the monster who has integrated into the collective has found his own, just right happiness.
The penultimate second.
I always feel that the vines that have been binding my heart have disappeared.
The last second.
In front of the moment, a beam of warm yellow light appeared in the endless black-purple space.
"Dang Dang Dang~"
When zero o'clock arrives, the hour hand, minute hand, and second hand of the clock overlap and point to "Ⅻ".
At that moment, Shiji finally came up with the answer he wanted.
It turns out that I persisted because I had independent will. It turned out that I never gave up because I kept thinking. It was precisely because of this innate belief.
"Wow..."
[Moment] The glass container in front of me completely broke.
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At the end of the time, the shattered glass shards spurted out along with the transparent solution.
When he was just born, his center of gravity was unstable and his body fell forward.
Just when she was about to fall to the ground, a broad figure hugged her.
She slowly opened her eyes, which were bright again, and looked at the person holding her in front of her.
The person in front of me has a face that has experienced many vicissitudes of life, but the sadness in his eyes is hard to erase.
"Sorry...I'm late."
These comforting words are the first words I hear every day since I was born.
Tears flowed feebly from his eyes all the time, and crystal tears fell down his cheeks.
Tears flashed in his ethereal pupils, blurring his vision.
Always hug the figure in front of you tightly.
The figure was stunned, and then hugged him tightly.
"From now on, your name will be [Moment]."
"Um."
Smiling sweetly all the time,
The smile is as innocent as a child's.
In the federal calendar year 2207, on September 24th, the first humanoid girl [Moment] was born.