Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 343 Wishes
Civilizations will be divided into advanced and barbaric, and cultures will of course have differences in their attractiveness.

The strength of attraction is more or less linked to the strength of the suzerain of that culture; the culture of a powerful regime naturally has vitality, while the object that perishes due to weakness is likely to be annihilated in the years, and no one cares about it anymore .

As the veteran of the Star Sea Alliance, Di Lian is still the regional overlord of one party at the moment of decline. In addition, the pure-blooded human beings are covered with a mysterious veil because of their inextricable relationship with the weaving coat. In addition, there are human beings in the Star Sea today. The number of bloodline creatures is incomparably impressive.

Human culture is highly sought-after--all the more so for cultures that have been handed down from farther back.

and so.

Although the original supercomputer thousands of years ago has exhausted all the permutations of human language, the code of the so-called "beauty" has long been cracked.

Catchy words are just the regular accumulation of initials and finals; using mathematics can also calculate the most thought-provoking, sympathetic, and most moving intentions.

The database that exhausts all the permutations of the human language is very small, and it only takes a fraction of a second for anyone who wants to download it into his own database.

Coupled with the search AI that deciphers what beauty is, anyone can find the most beautiful and suitable poems from the database anytime and anywhere; if published in ancient times thousands of years ago, it will undoubtedly become a masterpiece that shocks the past and shines today. chapter.

But the more this is the case, the more the chapters found out from the database are considered soulless by the mainstream view——

The beauty of mass production cannot get rid of the cheap label; the fragments that have been handed down from ancient times and are reluctantly left behind by the extinction of human beings are extremely precious because they can give people endless reveries.

To study the original appearance of the remnants of poems has even formed a not-so-small discipline, and the ancient books with written records that can be used for research are all invaluable.

Of course, the heat generated by throwing an ancient book into the stove and lighting it will not exceed that of charcoal of the same quality. It can be exchanged for energy coins that are trillion times that, which cannot be separated from the fuel and hype of those who are interested.

The library civilization is also one of the dealers who hype up human culture, but it is the hero who made pure-blooded humans mysterious and famous today, which also turned the knowledge stored in the library database into a priceless gold mine;

As the ambassador stationed in the Star Sea Alliance, Wolf himself has facilitated many related transactions.The words he threw out at random once set off an extremely fanatical pursuit, and he himself was also influenced a lot in the process.

It's not that he has any feelings for these fragments. It's Wolfe's job to sell and hype the poems. He just gradually memorized a lot in the process.

At this time, the support corps called by Wolfe was still nestled at the entrance of the hyperspace channel, staring blankly at the motionless Sumeru-type protozoa.

He knew that the support corps seemed to be hesitant on the surface, but many starships had already aimed their spearheads at their home planet, as if tacitly acquiescing that their civilization was about to be destroyed, and planned to come here to make a fortune at the right time.

However, His Majesty of the Imperial Union has set up a defense line at [-] light-years away, connected to the astronomical satellite with the horizon, and can see that the defense line composed of gray Gu aircraft is like a shining silver asteroid belt, beautiful and thin .

This thinness is going to intercept the high-speed approaching, crude celestial body composed of countless protozoa and their endless hunger compressed together.

Which human poem can describe this situation?I don't have it in my impression, so I have to search through the library server.

Wolfe was searching, and while searching, he was watching the movements of Jin Mian and Levina through the server of the library; their goal was the server center, and they walked past countless survivors, but none of them slowed down. speed of both of them.

Then, Wolf found that his authority was being deprived by the server, and more and more Zerg consciousness was being uploaded, which made the library and its azure, which represented rationality, change owners.

He was no longer able to capture the whereabouts of Jinmian and Levina, and even the search for poems also encountered a bottleneck.

at this time.

The elder's leisurely voice sounded from behind him: "Son, what are you thinking?"

"...I'm waiting for the moment to witness our demise." Wolfe didn't expect his voice to be so cold.

"Any civilization will perish eventually, just as no one can escape death, it is our luck to be able to maintain ourselves at the last moment." The elder said.

Wolfe shook his head: "But our things, our inheritance, and our library... can no longer be passed on to the younger generations, but will become those bugs."

The elder raised his eyebrows: "Do you still remember our descendants? That's good, even now we can do something for our descendants."

"what?"

The elder took a breath, and with difficulty transferred some of his authority in the library to Wolfe.

Wolfe focused, only seeing that the field of vision was surrounded by a large number of help messages, most of which could not be processed due to the influence of the Zerg consciousness, and the rest that could be affected were the communications from the nursery cabin.

For library civilization, the pursuit of rationality has allowed them to erase gender differences, and the energy it takes to have children has become an unacceptable price for librarians to enjoy life.

Being chained to raise your offspring doesn't match the pursuit of freedom at all.

Therefore, the reproduction of the ethnic group must rely on the training cabins. Before the Sorin protozoa invaded and the emerald green acid has not covered the entire land, when everyone is fleeing in a hurry, it is still the management AI that remembers to keep the training cabins distributed all over the world. Recycle.

Even so, the onslaught of acid mist destroyed most of the training cabins, and the fetuses in it became part of the acid mist and were crushed to dust before they could take a breath of air.

The remaining librarians were finally protected by belated librarians, and the embryos swimming freely in it even became the spiritual support of many survivors.

This is our descendant...

In front of the training cabin, even the management AI, which has been trying to persuade everyone to give up their flesh and blood bodies and upload their consciousness into the tin can, is careful not to make noise in the ears of the survivors, for fear of disturbing the fragile embryos.

As a result, many survivors would linger in front of the various training warehouses, giving each unborn fetus a name like an asylum. Every bit of development of their organs and every beat of the newborn heart affects the hearts of countless people. Heart.

Every bit of abnormality in the training cabin will be presented to the elder's field of vision as quickly as possible.

Wolff flipped through the help-seeking information related to the training cabin, and was a little puzzled why these messages could still be sent to the elders when the server was fully occupied by protozoa consciousness.

But he quickly figured out the answer himself——

Quite simply, the protozoa simply disdains these training cabins, which contain countless embryos and also carry the future creations of the library civilization. In the eyes of the insects, the protection of the outer armor is not as important as it.

The queen of the Thorin protozoa is a perfect reproduction machine, how could she look down on such an inefficient creation?Using the embryos inside as a nutrient solution is not enough heat.

This kind of contempt is also the only thing Wolf himself can do now.

As if grabbing a life-saving straw, Wolfe stepped towards the training barn almost without hesitation, and didn't remember to look back until he reached the door of the elder's room.

The elder couldn't see himself anymore, his skull was completely pushed open by the parasitic protozoa in his brain, and the translucent frontal bone rolled down and fell under the sofa.

Wolf felt that maybe the elder was looking at his back at the last moment. He had been pursuing rationality and freedom all his life, but what was left in the end was only a slanted nose and slanted eyes.

The worm that pushed the elder's forehead jumped out of his brain, shook off the gray mucus on his limbs, and walked away on his own, just like a guest in a hotel shakes off the mud.

The permanent protozoa have begun to kill the host.

Wolfe felt a tooth-piercing voice in his brain, and no matter what he wanted to do, he had to hurry up.

He thought for a while, bypassing the protozoa that was walking leisurely, bypassing the gray-white liquid droplets thrown from its limbs, picked up the translucent frontal bone of the elder, put it in his arms, and then rushed all the way to the training cabin go.

Running almost out of strength and out of breath, the bugs in his brain began to protest because of the bumps, making troubles in his brain, but the more troubles made Wolfe more satisfied.

As if the pain that began to spread all over his body was the proof of what he was doing, even the frontal bone of the elder in his arms seemed to be dyed with a little hot body temperature.

Running all the way, but it’s not fast, it’s more like wasting time extravagantly; how can two feet compare with the transportation creations that have been popularized for a long time?It's just that Wolfe just needs a little bit of the feeling that he's busy.

at last.

He finally came to a training barn, the smile on his face appeared for a moment, and then froze.

The cultivation chamber has been dimmed, and there is no longer a blue light that symbolizes life. The embryos inside are either weakly floating, or are sucked into the ventilation port, causing bursts of alarms.

It died along with the embryo inside.

And the survivors who had been lingering in front of the training cabin also began to disperse. Their faces were all hollow and numb, as if they had witnessed the death of more than one training cabin.

The crowd dispersed.

Wolfe didn't move.

But suddenly, he felt someone touch his shoulder.

"Wolf? Are you still alive?" The man's voice was a little joyful.

Wolfe turned his head, with a smile on his face: "Valery, long time no see... what are you doing here?"

Valery is Wolff's friend, perhaps not even a friend, but a relatively familiar person, but this familiarity has become as strong as love at this moment.

Valery shrugged: "As you can see, I'm here to take a look at the training cabin, just to pass the time."

"So what do you see?" Wolfe asked.

"Did you see it? The blue light here has not gone out, which means that the server in the library no longer distributes energy to the cultivation cabin, and our embryos are all suffocated to death..."

Valery replied, and suddenly pointed to a dead embryo:

"Oh, the one who floated past us is called Willie. I just named him because his forehead developed the fastest and brightest. Unfortunately, there is no way to know whether he is satisfied with this name."

Finally, Wolfe couldn't even hold on to his forced smile, so he could only turn his head to hide his expression: "...This is not the last training cabin, is it? There are other training cabins in operation, why don't you go to another training cabin with others? Look in front of one?"

Valery clasped his hands, and there was a thick silence on his face: "Because I checked the files, my genes were mixed into this training cabin!"

"...Ah." Wolf said silently.

And Valery continued: "My genes were mixed in, and I met and combined with the genes of a certain compatriot to complete the 'marriage', and finally became a lively embryo..."

"I can only know that he is inside, but I have no way of knowing which one it is. There are so many embryos here! So, I can only name each of them. If they have them, they will always meet me. of……"

"There must be my child inside..."

Wolfe couldn't speak anymore, at this moment, these embryos that had lost their lives were so dazzling;

Which will be Valery's child?The one that floats on the water?The belly-turning one?Or was it sucked into the air vent and chopped up by the edges and corners there?

Wolfe covered his mouth and shook his head. This time his words were extremely firm and natural: "I want to do something."

"Really?" Valery looked sideways, and suddenly wiped off the clothes on his shoulders: "Then we're here to make do?"

"……what?"

"Wolf, you have been in the Star Sea Alliance for a long time, and you still can't let go?" Valeri clicked his tongue, revealing a dazzling blue skin:
"That's right, we still held parties every day when you weren't around, and often read poems and some art. Now it's really not emotional; but didn't I say it? Make it work, don't you want to do something?"

Wolf reluctantly nodded: "...OK, I'm a man and you are a woman?"

Perhaps, the starting point of library civilization's pursuit of freedom is that they don't care about gender, and everyone can switch freely according to their needs and moods.

This is the cornerstone of their pursuit of all freedom.

Valery's face froze, he glanced at the incubator, and then turned around as if he had been scalded: "...No, I can no longer accept the death of an embryo in front of me, especially in my body. "

Wolf froze: "Are you going to use your body naturally? No one has done this for many years."

"Of course, this training cabin will definitely not be the last one to stop working. Isn't my body the only thing I can rely on?"

Wolf breathed in, intending to shake the cognition he had solidified in the Star Sea Alliance for so many years. His physical preparation was only half done, and he suddenly realized something:
"Wait, Valery, why are you so sure that the embryo will die, even in your body?"

Valery tilted his head, taking it for granted: "Because I think I'm going to die soon!"

"...Not necessarily." Wolfe shook his head.

"Really? Then the probability of dying should be higher." Valery remained silent.

"But... in the end, you chose to be bound by having children, don't you want to be free?"

"Who are you calling for not being free? I'm just like you, wanting to do something at this last moment, that's all,"

Valery frowned, and then slowly relaxed his brows:
"Freedom is really a good thing, but do you know that all the embryos I named are all very cute without exception!"

(End of this chapter)