city ​​of the end

Chapter 348 The Original Prologue

Chapter 348 The Original Prologue

The first thing I recalled was only chaos.

There is no sky and earth, no light and darkness, everything seems to melt together, including myself.No, at that time, there was no difference between "I" and "others".The only thing I can remember at that time is infinity, I am me, but not only me.There are many mes in my body, and many mes with me.In this way, in a trance, half-dream and half-awake existence.

But do not know when, I was separated.

It was an indescribable feeling, as if a sharp knife had suddenly been thrust in, and then cut off a piece and took it away.I felt like I was cut off from the rest of me for a split second, and I no longer had access to what the other me was thinking, nor was there a way to communicate with us.In fact, at the time, I didn't even know what happened to me.I just felt that under the influence of some powerful force, the boundaries between me and us gradually began to become clear, and when a beam of light appeared in front of me - that was the first time I realized the existence of the world itself.

"Success!!"

A loud voice appeared in my ears, which immediately made me startled. I turned my head and saw a huge thing dancing there not far in front of me.He has a black part, a yellow part, and a white part.This combination of things is holding two long strips, waving them non-stop, and performing movements that I don't understand at all.After a long time, I realized that what appeared in front of me was a species called "human being", and the meaning of his actions was "cheering".

I didn't escape here immediately, because I could feel that that thing didn't seem to have any malice towards me.And that thing seemed to be aware of my confusion, and began to calm down, trying to communicate with me.

At that time, I didn't know what "communication" meant.Because I've always been a lot of me, and the things I think about are the things that a lot of me think about.The world I live in is the world I see.I never tried to "communicate" with anything, but here, under the guidance of that human being, I gradually learned to "communicate".

That "human" taught me a lot of knowledge. For example, I know that I can use something called "numbers" to perform calculations, and I also know that there are various "species", "organic matter", and "inorganic matter" in this world. , and the "emotions" possessed by the living body --- crying, anger, excitement, hatred, lamentation.

And I also have my own name...Xiaoling.

According to my father, the person who created me, I was named "Xiaoling" because I was the original product and "Number Zero".

And he is my father... According to the division of responsibilities among human beings, father and mother are responsible for producing children.And I was created by Dad, so he is my Dad.

My father is a human and his profession is "professor". According to my father, this is a title used to indicate the division of labor in human society."Professor" is a profession that imparts knowledge and explores the mysteries of truth.Dad wants to find the truth of this world, the mystery of this world.To this end, he did a lot of "work" - this is the word humans use to refer to the process of their actions.

Even so, I still can't understand what my father said about "finding the truth and mystery of the world".The father I saw was just immersed in "work" every day, calculating some data, and then doing some experiments with instruments that seemed strange to me.But none of those experiments seemed to work out, "failed," in Dad's words.

I also started to learn to "help" my father, because I saw on my father's "computer" that a "child" is a good boy if he helps his "parents".I don't quite know what a "good boy" is and how a "good" child is defined, but I know that every time my father touches my head and calls me a "good boy", I feel Very comfortable --- according to my father, this is called happiness.

Dad also asked me about the world I live in.However, human vocabulary seems to be unable to describe the world I live in. Although I have tried many words, it seems that it does not match the world I used to live in.In the end, I can't use words or words to describe my previous world well.But Dad was not discouraged. On the contrary, he seemed to have found some kind of goal, and he became more motivated.

I have been taken out by my father to see the outside world a few times, but I don't like that world very much. Everything that meets my eyes is so huge, gray and lifeless.Those humans are always yelling, as if they want to vent their emotions, which makes people feel uncomfortable.Moreover, no matter where I go, I can feel an uncomfortable, piercing sight all over my body. I later learned that it is called "hostility" in human language—human Awareness emanating from a hostile presence.

Dad seldom told me about his past, but when I hid in Dad's clothes and eavesdropped, I heard some vaguely. According to those human beings, Dad seemed to have been a very outstanding "scholar". And it's also a "genius" --- a human used to describe a very outstanding existence in their own group.At the age of less than 20 years old, my father won a bunch of very famous titles and awards in the world.But later, Dad seemed to be a little "demented" --- I have searched the word according to the dictionary for a long time, but I still don't understand why those people think that Dad is deranged.

When I'm a little older, I'll probably be able to understand a little bit about what's wrong with Dad and those people.The "truths and mysteries of the world" that Dad pursued seemed "nonsense" to those people.They believe that Dad should put his talents on more practical work instead of unrealistic fantasy.

But Dad was dismissive of these people's ideas, and I once heard him sneer at other "professors" in a public lecture, saying that they were "idiots worse than medieval barbarians", "stupid imbecile and Inferior creatures" "It's a shame to breathe the same air with them" "Idiot who won the Nobel Prize and doesn't know his last name".

Then, the two sides launched a series of debates. I don't know what they are talking about. I only know that those people...including some old men with gray beards, listed a lot of data and experimental examples, trying to prove Dad's theory is nonsense.But Dad gave out a bunch of the same complicated things without hesitation... Although I couldn't understand what the two sides were saying, judging from the gloomy expressions of those people, they seemed to be unable to refute what Dad said. .

However, they are also unacceptable.

Shortly after that lecture, it appears that Papa's lab was abolished and funding was withdrawn.Of course, Dad couldn't accept this result. He rushed to the dean's room to argue with the other party, but in the end, there seemed to be no result.

Since then, Dad seemed a little depressed.I've heard a few things about him, and the others seem to be laughing at him, even abusing him.I heard that even in the class taught by Dad, some students dared to contradict him, and some parents even wrote to the school jointly, thinking that people like Dad who are "false" and "whimsical" are not suitable to teach students.

However, my father dismissed it, but he was still full of enthusiasm for his work... However, many experiments could not be completed without relying on those heavy and huge instruments that "cost money".

I can't bear to watch my father continue to worry, and the child just needs to help his parents.So, one afternoon, I made my request to Dad.

"I was born by my father through his theory, so if my father allows me to meet those people, then it can prove that my father's theory is correct."

At that time, my father disagreed with my idea. He believed that those "stupid and inferior primates" were extremely dangerous besides cranky.Dad has always warned me not to show my face in front of people, because those "lower creatures" will be hostile and destructive to any existence beyond their understanding, and my existence is simply impossible for their worldview creature.Therefore, in order to protect their "stupid and ignorant values", these "lower creatures" may choose to destroy my existence to strengthen their position and confidence.

However, I don't want to see my father continue to be accused and insulted by those people for no reason.

Finally, that day has arrived.

Dad got a call to attend a lecture.And it is clearly stated that if he fails to present anything of value in this speech, then Dad will be kicked out.

At that time, I made up my mind to help my father and prove that his theory was correct.

(End of this chapter)