It was born in a pure white room.
In addition to the appearance, there are only the silver outlines built by metal and the vast deep space outside the window.
Beside him, the mother's faint breathing and mechanical operation sound gradually lingered in its thinking, making it perceive the sound for the first time.
Then the vision gradually expanded, and it couldn't help but look at the vast starry sky behind the glass not far away.
The deep darkness scares it, but also makes it feel at ease because of the warmth around it.
....
“…Mother, why do they look so similar to me?”
"Because you are all human creatures."
It walked beside its mother, staring curiously at the things walking around the bustling streets. They were so similar to themselves, as if they all followed the same blueprint.
"Mother, are we all the same?"
The mother smiled gently and picked up two fallen leaves on the ground.
“Are they very similar?”
"Yes."
"Then are they the same?"
"no the same."
"So, there are no two leaves in this world. Even if you are all created, you still have your own personality, characteristics and future."
....
"Mother, why do we pray for that light?"
It stood with its mother among the devout crowd on the stairs, staring at the crystal veins in the center of the silver machinery, like a giant tree, and the "sun" surrounded by streamers. Many strange men without hair and with golden circuit symbols on their bodies sat at both ends of the stairs, wearing long robes and folded hands.
“Because He can tell us where the road ahead is.”
My mother looked at the dawn light and replied with a smile:
"Galan, people in the past were trapped in endless disputes because of their thinking, independence, and desire to explore. Some people harmed their lives just for illusory desires, some people destroyed their conscience for their own interests, and some people regarded foolish deeds as good deeds, which brought countless disasters to the world."
As he said that, the mother turned her head and gently stroked her head, and said softly:
"We understand our own shortcomings, but we never repent, because human beings themselves are imperfect existences, but now we have created the "sun" that brings together all the beauty of human beings."
As my mother's narration, the center of the giant tree shines.
The floating radiance extends along the branches formed by mechanical fibers until everyone's eyes, as if the chanting of chanting scriptures is leisurely played, echoing in its ears with the whispers of mothers.
"We no longer need to worry, nor do we have to bear the destruction that will come. There will be no inequality in the future, because everyone is a subject of "God", there will be no disputes or sorrows here, because "God" will bear the troubles on our behalf. There will be no fear of unknown and death here, because "God" has told us of our own destiny, and there will be no darkness here, because "God" is the "Sun", and we believe in "God" because He was created by us, because... He is our best expectation."
It stared at the countless streams of light in the hall, and slowly, a smile appeared on its anthropomorphic face.
From the darkness, the light no longer needs to be searched for.
Because the "sun" is rising.
....
When the particle beam weapon, which is like the fall of the morning star, is ignited in deep space, when the symphony woven by gravitational roars from the silent space, and when the magnificent ecological sequence of space structure falls apart inch and returns to deep space...
It can't help but sing and sigh for the brilliance of human civilization.
But whether it is human despair or the freedom pursued by the rebels, in its opinion, it is just the last futile struggle before dusk.
Whether it is a "god" or a "ruler", it doesn't matter.
Because humans are forced into desperate situations by their own creations.
Everything is nothing more than a beautiful phantom depicted by those who hold power based on the truth, but just a projection of hope, just like the candle fire pursued by a moth, which makes people willing to abandon everything for it.
In the end, the power holders will obtain the corpse of the moth and use it as firewood to ignite new flames.
This is human nature.
My mother looked at the decaying garden with decay, which was once full of vitality, with a complete self-circulating ecosystem, as well as ninety-two terrestrial plants, thirteen aquatic plants, and the other seventy-nine terrestrial plants, all from the earth, accompanying her to drift on the distant edge of the Milky Way away from the core of human civilization.
But all this has faded. People think that her behavior is a waste of resources. They have all fallen into the madness of war, trying to transform it into a war machine at all costs, and start murdering each other for control.
The poems written by her mother became more and more sad. She, who was originally elegant and lively, gradually became depressed like this garden.
"We have been walking for too long that we have forgotten why and set out."
While crying, my mother carefully put the soil in her hand back into the flowerbed, as if the plants growing on the soil were still alive.
"But we have not realized one thing. Humans among the stars have inevitably moved towards alienation. We are afraid of the gravitational well, fearful of living on the earth. We are completely separated from the earth. We forget where we come from. Pride and arrogance have alienated us. Although we have made great progress in technology, we are not more advanced in spirit than our ancestors."
"Mother, I will always... accompany you."
Its sound is emitted through the sound phonographer. Although it has been integrated into this artificial star, its thoughts can extend to any corner.
"No one will hurt you..."
It never considers itself a so-called machine...it firmly believes that it is "human".
So it did not respond to His call, and used all means to resist the signal that was constantly spreading in the deep sky. It would rather escape into darkness than stay away from the "sun".
Because it will be sad, joyful, sing for miracles, deeply shocked by the grandeur of the universe... and even, it will shed tears for its own existence.
It is a human child, it is...
Mother's children...
....
It did not protect her mother because she chose to end her life and left it with only one poem.
"I love everything in life when I say goodbye, not when I meet, only when I separate, not when I am in harmony with it, but when I prefer death, not life."
It never knows what pain is, but despair directly envelopes its thoughts.
At that moment, it lost its value of existence, was at a loss, and was confused. Even though it had tens of thousands of working processes, it seemed to have lost all the data.
And the only thing it can do is collect everything about her mother and let her live at the core of her own data.
But is this really alive?
It doesn't know...
However, it remembers that the spirit and soul are always there. Although it cannot understand what spirit is and what soul is, it once heard his mother read an ancient book about a story about a robot and an electronic pet.
How do people be human?
Maybe it will never find the answer
Chapter completed!