Prologue: A Sci-Fi Version of the Apocalypse Crisis
Moreover, each time a seed is returned, it requires three time grains. If Ellie could develop feelings for someone else within the seed and become another's partner, then he would no longer have to bear the noble responsibility of continuing the lineage... If that were the case, the mantis would likely repent and pray at each time grain point for the great, supreme, and omnipotent "EIElyon" to exist
As he indulged in such thoughts, suddenly, beyond the perception of one-eighth of a standard light meter, the flagella of the motile spore detected a floating object that did not belong to the slow mist abyss or cosmic dust. Upon receiving the alert, he immediately extended his perception to several coordinate points beyond, bringing the three-dimensional representation of this object closer to his compound eyes.
Ah, it is so beautiful! Even having seen data on tens of thousands of habitable planets, one cannot help but marvel at this moment.
You must see the tenderness akin to that of gazing at a lover
The mantis gazed into the endless deep space through the gap at the end of the sporophore, where the darkness was as thick as ink, with only a few areas spanning the iris illuminated by the distant starlight. He hummed a popular song from the apocalyptic era, as countless flagella on the surface of the drifting spores swayed unconsciously in harmony with the resonant sound field, moving contentedly in this slow, misty abyss.
The mantis exclaimed, this is clearly a creation of an intelligent species, possessing a beauty that is both indescribably exquisite and rugged.
Thus, rather than indulging in the nostalgic reminiscences of past glories on the seed, the mantis prefers to lead a mundane life within the drifting spores, a life that renders thoughts stagnant. The previous time particle is akin to this current time particle, and this current time particle and the book particle are similar to the next time particle, and so it goes.
When all the data was fully restored, the mantis finally understood that this contained greetings in 60 different languages, 113 images depicting the customs and landscapes of the planet to which the floating objects belonged, 35 natural sounds, and 27 songs of intelligent beings, yes, songs that are intoxicating and mesmerizing
Compared to the top ten leaders on the seed, he is still a young man. He does not like to adhere to conventions, does not enjoy spiritual warfare, and does not wish to relive the glorious past of the Mandudi tribe in a delusional world—even though the Refusal Dynasty once controlled thirty thousand time particles in the Red Flower Wilderness for a long duration.
New World Meeting! EIElyon Forever!
The mantis sent the coordinates containing the information to the head of the committee.
We hope to one day resolve the issues faced by myself and the books, so that we may join the family of civilizations in the galaxy. This 'Voice of Earth' is meant to express our hopes, our determination, and our good wishes for distant worlds in this vast and awe-inspiring universe
The mantis turned off the fluorescent light of the spore sac, glanced at the approaching point of light, and closed its eyes
Whenever he sings, the drifting spores become so gentle, even the dominion attached to the seeds has laid down its cruel and cold waters, akin to those of a critical sea, never to connect.
The mantis rarely rebutted the chairperson: "No need to worry, just take a look at this greeting from afar—" He closed his mouthparts and produced a rumbling imitation of elegant ancient Mu language: "This is a gift from a distant little planet. It is a reflection of our voice, science, image, music, and the thoughts and emotions of our literature.
and offer my own faith, a pure faith from the wisest, bravest, and most potential male of Mandudi
But what of it? The once vibrant fields of countless red flowers have now become a pasture for the demon of fear
Calm as the icy fish bubbles in the critical sea, the leader could not help but feel a surge of excitement at this moment. He asked, "Did you remember the coordinates of the light spots?"
The endless abyss, where the fear demon dances
He was astonished to utilize all the permissions of his spore, even proactively connecting with the ruling analytical organization to investigate this small object that had intruded into his mundane life. After a time grain of one ten-thousandth, he finally extracted important, intriguing, and moving information from the countless analytical data.
Ah, so beautiful
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We are striving to ensure the survival of our era at https://www.hetushu.com, allowing you to understand the circumstances of our lives
This piece of information is not substantial, yet it still employs the most primitive and favored binary encoding of Mandudi.
The breeze of the quark brushed past his eyes
Its hands are sticky like ink, and its heart is cold and immortal
The old face of the leader faded against the inner wall of the capsule, leaving behind the final words: "Mantis, you are the hero of my Mandudi lineage. I have commanded the Sovereign to immediately store the coordinates; the seeds will depart at once. Six time particles later, we shall meet in the new world, sharing the blue sky and creating brilliance anew. EIElyon forever!"
A cold will linked the drifting spores through the dielectric, as the leader looked at the mantis, whose triangular head was excitedly twisting in madness, and coldly asked: "Why engage the Dominator's analytical organization? Do you not know it has more important matters to attend to?"