Little Mushroom

It has been three years since the last battle.

On that day, the eastern magnetic pole and the western magnetic pole together issued an absolutely stable frequency. Since then, monsters no longer insist on attacking human bases, materials no longer pollute each other, and humans have found no change in distortion. Later, that frequency was called the "bell".

The Highland Institute and Mr. Polly Jean, who discovered the "bells", are forever included in the milestones of human history.

Highland Institute, White House.

Green vines covered the windows and railings. The mutant vine that had been guarding the institute died naturally a year ago. Its seeds sprinkled the institute's soil and sprouted this spring. The distant mountains are covered with a layer of snow-white mist, and the mist is lush green. Everything is normal and everything is calm, like some day in spring 2020.

A wheelchair in the corridor outside the laboratory.

Polly Joan sat on it, the ancient wind passed through the abyss, climbed to the top of the mountain, and finally brushed his white hair.

Beside him, Lu Yan stood.

"In 2020, I was 15 years old and was studying physics at university." An old voice sounded: "Later, I often dreamed that I would return to that year, standing at the podium, standing at the instructor's office, and standing at the sports ground Central. I told them loudly that the geomagnetism will disappear, and we must take precautions in advance. "

He paused, with a helpless smile on his lips: "Sometimes they believe, sometimes they don't, but every morning I open my eyes and see this terrible world."

"Fortunately, the world is still so bad, or even worse, but at least you don't have to wait for extinction."

Polly Joan bowed his head, holding in his hand a copy of the Al Qaeda, with the date and time on the cover, April 2164.

One hundred and thirty-four years after the disaster, humankind seems to have finally merged into this world of mutual killing.

Many people will bring up the last war. The northern base chose to rescue the Highland Institute. Otherwise, the Highland Institute would not be able to persist until the time of analyzing the stable frequency. The dungeon base chose to assist the eastern magnetic poles, otherwise the magnetic poles would collapse and fall, and there would be no frequency. Both decisions were made based on the kindness of the human heart, and they won a dangerous victory.

The Rescue Highland Institute only has one fighter formation, and only one thousand airborne troops rescue the northern base. The last struggle of mankind towards extinction was not a magnificent war, but a deep cry. Its survival, evolution, and demise, in the world's changes, although it considers itself to be very important, it proves again and again that it is weak and insignificant.

However, the human race has actually perished.

After being infected by the "absolutely stable frequency", they finally obtained permanent and stable immunity. Sometimes, with a probability, they could even obtain the genes of monsters, obtain those powerful signs and shapes, and still be sober. This may be a triumph for the Fusionists-although not using theories and methods of the Fusionists.

After peaceful fusion with monster genes, humans' own strength has been enhanced, and they no longer rely so much on a limited number of weapons and equipment. They started to fight monsters in a monster way, and attacked and defended in a simple way. Some humans choose to leave the base, return to the abandoned city, or set up small settlements in the wild.

In short, the city disintegrated.

There are fewer than 5,000 survivors worldwide, and they can no longer organize grand social structures or the military-such things. Centered on the eastern magnetic pole, western magnetic pole, and highland research institute, small settlements radiate outward in a star shape.

And the outside monsters who need food are still staring at them. They no longer gnaw at the human genes, or most of the monsters who have lived to the present day, most of them have already acquired the human genes. From another angle, at the frequency covering the world, Obtained stability, and the monster also gained stability. It is an undeniable fact that humans' intellectual superiority has long ended.

The bell rang, humans survived, the era of humanity came to an end, and they seemed to be living in this world as if they were ordinary species.

"Some say it's a fall, I think it's an ascent," Polly said, looking ahead. "We just walked again with the new achievements and cognitions of human ancestors."

In the open space in front of the white building, young scientists in white coats shuttled between the instruments.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and a young guy in the middle raised a beaker full of clear water. The situation is obvious: by sampling and reproducing the frequency of the material, they succeeded in infecting other materials with the frequency of distilled water, turning the dark turbid water in the beaker into a glass of clear pure water.

-Many things are being redefined, and new theoretical systems are beginning to emerge. I don't know if it is correct, but it is slowly moving forward.

"I don't understand what these frequencies are today. It represents the fundamental composition of a substance, or is it just a term referring to the nature of matter." It can change the real world, and it is an accidental achievement that exceeds expectations. "

"We are still small. We just obtained a superficial projection of the real world by crude means, but only a projection is enough to temporarily protect humanity itself."

Facing the boundless wilderness, he muttered to himself: "A hundred years, a thousand years later, will we know more?"

Lu Yan pushed his wheelchair to the waterfall-like green rattan. In the spring when all things are recovering, the vines with strange shapes have fine white flowers. These flowers have different shapes and shades, but they also exist on one vine at the same time.

"Am I overly optimistic?" Polly smiled. "A hundred years later, it is a difficult question whether there is any human being."

Survival is still grim, and the clouds are still surrounding. There is still no effective solution to the problem of fertility and reproduction.

Polly Jean stopped at the third page because he often flipped the already-edged United Daily. This page covered two things.

In the first report, a scientist who coincided with a bird coincidentally gave birth to an egg in the form of a bird, but the hatched young bird suddenly turned into a human form when he was one year old. In the second report, a fertile woman from a dungeon base claimed that when her life came to an end, she was willing to walk into the Simpson cage and donate her frequency for research.

"My life is coming to an end." He closed the Daily News, said.

"Some people have finally survived. For so many years, I have been asking myself whether I have redeemed my sins." He said, "But I still cannot face everything I did that year, I can only wait for death, Let God judge right and wrong. "

Lu Yandao: "Did you leave the base for this purpose?"

"Yes, after all, I can't face my heart, I can't agree with the conviction of the trial court," he looked at Lu Yan, "I can't compare with you."

"I haven't done anything," Lu Yan said.

Polly shook his head.

The mighty spring breeze blew across the mountain, and the light fragrance of the vine flowers scattered in the wind.

"You faced everything I couldn't face in the past, and you persisted for the longest time," he looked up and held Lu Yan's hand. "Human interest is above all else. Thank you for keeping the base and the artificial magnetic pole to the end. This is the ultimate cause of human victory. "

Lu Yan said: "Thank you."

"I heard that they started to compile the Chronicle of the Base. How will people judge the court of justice in a hundred years?" Polly looked at the white sky in the east, where the dawn rose, his eyes contained a kind of Long tranquility: "Someone will criticize it, someone will praise it, the only thing that can be sure is that everyone will remember it."

He continued: "I will remember you more, boy."

Lu Yan's gaze rested on a white velvet petal.

The sun shone it into a translucent golden crystal.

"No need." His eyes narrowed, his voice flat, as if everything Polly Joan had just said had nothing to do with him.

The light also illuminates the dark silver buttons and trim on his black uniform. He is tall and straight, his dress is rigorous, his perfect facial features, his eyes are different from ordinary people, his cold and light look is reserved for passers-by. With an indelible impression, the fresh vines entangled the corridor in the morning light, and he stood in a surging spring like that, but was incompatible with all this.

In the courtyard and corridor, many people would quietly turn their heads to look at him. The last generation of judges, he has too many unsolved hatreds and mysteries. There are various opinions in the northern base. Some people say that he died in an assassination, some people say that he killed himself by bombing. Only the researcher knows that the judges will stay here forever-but no one knows the reason.

"Look at me, boy." Polly whispered softly.

Lu Yan looked at him.

Although the gray-blue eyes were turbid, they were still bright. They were too clear and thorough wisdom, kindness, and sorrow, as if they could see through all appearances in the world.

"Sometimes I feel you are relieved, sometimes you don't," Polly said. "Three years have passed and everything is going well. Can't you still face the past?"

"Do not."

-The answer is unexpected.

Lu Yan looked straight at him, his tone was calm, without hesitation: "I have no sin."

"No judge will say that."

"Human interests are above all else." Lu Yan leaned slightly to the side, and in the endless dawn, a backlit silhouette, "I have never shaken my faith."

"You live in pain."

"I have suffered for the trial," Lu Yan said. "Now, losing him is my only pain."

"I've never seen such a gentle and calm child," Polly closed his eyes, seeming to be sobering. "He came to earth from an unknowable place, as if to suffer. But human suffering will not harm any of his essence. I'm running out of time, I just want to see him alive again. "

In the long silence, they looked at the laboratory behind.

Across the wall, young assistants are busy recording data. They are busier than ever, as if it were a special day today. Looking through the window, a transparent square cabinet, like a crystal coffin, was placed on the white ground. Inside the crystal coffin is a pale green nutrient liquid. In the nutrient liquid, the snow-white mycelium grows and spreads, intertwined with each other, forming a snow-white cocoon, faintly like the shape of a human body.

It grows very quickly, from a large spore of jujube nucleus to a long and soft mycelium aggregate, like a young bird that suddenly turns into a human baby. On a certain day, it presents human posture.

On countless nights, Lu Yan leaned down, looking through the layers of mycelium, looking at the familiar outline.

"Is that him?" He asked Polly Joan.

"He is a asexually reproduced mushroom, and there is no difference between the body and the spores. I can only tell you that there is no difference in genes and the frequency is always the same. They are the same in the biological sense." Polly smiled , Said softly: "Your ancient legend has the story of the phoenix getting a new life in the fire. In fact, it is true for those creatures with simple structure. Death is the new life, and reproduction is the way to continue life."

"... will he remember?"

"I don't know," Polly shook his head. "It depends on whether the soul or memory is also an established frequency. A mushroom knows what kind of nutrition it should draw from birth. Where does its memory come from? I tend to For in the unknown measure of the universe, they are the same creature. You don't have to worry about it. "

Lu Yan shifted his eyes to the distant sky, and always had a cold and calm look: "I hope he all forgot."

"why?"

"The human base and I have only caused him pain." He said, "I hope he will never feel this."

Polly shook his head: "How do you know what the world looks like to him?"

Lu Yan's voice dropped gently: "So I accept everything."

Polly didn't speak, and in the silence, the instrument suddenly made a rattling sound, the experimental personnel shouted, and the sound of ping-pong objects falling to the ground. Those voices came on and off so that people outside could know what was going on inside.

The sun was rising, and the morning light was on Polly Joan's old body, as if he had finally settled his last affair. With relief, he turned the wheelchair and turned towards the laboratory, his eyes became more gentle.

Lu Yan did not look back.

"He woke up," Polly Joan said, "why don't you look at him?"

In the laboratory, there were some noises.

A long time later, Lu Yan spoke.

"You asked me what I thought of him." His voice seemed to come from a very remote place: "I thought a lot."

It was a long silence again, golden daylight flowing across the eastern mountains, and a red sun leapt out of the sky.

He closed his eyes in the wind. The sculptures of the waiters, the portraits of the pilgrims, each of them looks like him, and everyone has shown this look, the night before the trial.

He calmly said, "He is my judge."

A door rang, and light footsteps stopped not far away.

On the top of the mountain, in the light, mist, and breeze, a clear and soft voice.

"Lu Yan?"

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