Although Turing was just about to encounter a peculiar fate on his end, Merka's situation had already reached a fever pitch.
"Stay still, I must focus my aside," he said.
The devil-like fangs of the shadow lightly touched Merka's head, and the pitch-black curtains enveloped him like rippling water waves.
Memories that didn't belong to him surged into Merka's mind. He felt as if his head was being pumped full of air, with a massive amount of memories being forced in, almost bursting his head.
"Normal people can't bear this many memories..."
"But don't worry, I'll help you out," the shadow whispered faintly in Merka's ear, like a drifting fishhook, pulling him into a deep abyss.
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Year after year.
Time drifted by like broken strips of fabric on a balcony.
Finally, the Gregorian calendar reached twenty thousand years.
Contrary to the ancestors' dreams,
The people of the twenty-thousandth year of the Gregorian calendar did not fly out of the solar system
—nor were they destroyed by the environment.
But they fell into another tragic fate:
At this moment;
Human lifespan reached five hundred years.
Earth was left with only fifty million people.
Most of the people here lost all values, including artistic labor, mental labor, physical labor, and so on.
Machines had almost replaced all job positions.
The only remaining value of the lower class was to set off the perfection of the upper class.
Wealth was highly concentrated, leading to the ultimate form of capitalism.
All the wealth in the world had gathered in the hands of two individuals.
The appearance of the final producer was just a step away.
Between these two, they fought, absorbed from each other, and devoured each other.
The two quasi-final producers, representing their respective great nations and the numerous small nations led by them, set the stage for the final capital showdown.
To prevent the destruction of the earth by overly powerful weapons,
they agreed to only form armies of a few dozen to compete against each other.
Within these two armies, each person was equipped with a super artificial intelligence parasite attached to them.
These artificial intelligences were like gods in battle.
Turning stone into gold, moving mountains and seas, turning decayed land into fertile fields, and turning ruins into cities were just the beginning.
These two armies were known as the armies of the gods, Hannibal and Chi You.
These artificial intelligences were known as divinities.
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A young and beautiful girl stood on the roof of a towering skyscraper in her pajamas, leaning against the transparent glass railing, holding a dried-up goblet, quietly gazing at the densely cloudy sky. "Krugtoa."
"I'm here."
Giant red tentacles spread out from the petite girl's body, merging to form a vague figure beside her.
The majestic figure was embedded with a massive flamethrower mouth, carrying several fierce fire sacs on its back, with flickering flames dancing on its skin.
It took the girl's goblet and absorbed it into its body.
"Eve, what's wrong?"
"Do you still want to play house?"
A figure asked.
Although there was no tone in its words, no urgency or emphasis, you could still feel a unique sense of tenderness from it.
"No... Not really."
The girl hesitated, blushing for a moment, but the delicate moment was soon dispersed by the sorrow flooding her face.
"I'm just worried, it seems like the front line has already started a war."
The girl called Eve twisted a lock of her side hair with one hand, gripping the armrest tightly with the other, furrowing her brows gently, looking gloomily into the depths of the clouds.
"Adam... I wonder how he's doing."
"I wish I could be on the front line, fighting with them."
"..."
Kegtu looked silent for a while, then spoke, looking at the shadows on the girl's face.
"I know you're worried about Adam."
"But as a logistics unit, we are just as important as the main force."
Kegtu gestured towards the countless factories and continuous fortresses and walls below the building, continuing.
"We build cities on the border, construct fortresses."
"Although this vast city only has the two of us."
"Even if they send more troops, they won't be able to break through."
"Only when we maintain the security of the rear, can the main force attack without worries."
"And the resources we collect here can better support their battles."
"Eve, do I need to emphasize again the importance of the logistics unit to you?"
Listening to the non-stop chatter of her artificial intelligence, Eve felt even more depressed.
Of course, she knew why she had been staying at this deserted border for six months without seeing a soul.
The divine body is a carbon-based machine.
Women with divine bodies are responsible for defense, as the nation's shield.
Men with divine bodies are responsible for attack, as the nation's sword.
This was something that had been planned long ago.
Having obtained the divine body, she was like a seed, rooting in this desolate border immediately growing into a vast forest, establishing her own jurisdiction, defending the country from wind and rain.
But to say this was for the country was actually just for that person high above.
However, as a soldier of Hannibal, Eve had very inappropriately fallen in love with a fellow warrior of Hannibal.
This added a few touches of helplessness and coldness to Eve's waiting.
"It's really naggy. A robot, always interfering..."
Eve turned back with no patience to look in Kegtu's direction, intending to scold it.
But she saw the person she had yearned for day and night.
Eve widened her eyes in surprise.
"When you're feeling down, come play house with me."
Kegtu's tall body gradually condensed, and its face slowly contorted and transformed into Adam's appearance.
"Adam," gently reached out his hand to Eve.
"No matter how many times, I'll always be with you."
Seeing this scene, Eve couldn't help but be touched.
"Thank you... Kegtu."
"You're the best flamethrower in the world."
