Where did the world come from?
Where did civilization come from?
Where did everything come from?
We have no way of knowing the beginning of everything. After those civilizations spent thousands of generations exploring, I chose this path after their sacrifice.
This is the mud they have not yet stepped on, and it is also the dawn where I will be buried.
After plundering trillions of civilizations, I finally analyzed the essence of all the problems from the data I obtained.
Before the beginning, everything was still "nothing".
"Nothing" means that nothing has been born. All knowledge that can be understood by sentient beings is just lies that cannot echo in the void. There is only disorder and stagnant energy in all things. Space and time are all there at this time. Hidden in unobserved paradoxes, where the story is unknown and omniscient.
Like a pool of stagnant water, it exists but is meaningless.
However, one day, an unknown hand touched a certain link, and the concept of "movement" was born out of thin air. The energy was still disordered, but it was no longer stagnant.
Groove, rhythm, squeeze, storm.
The endless energy is repeatedly crushed, one after another, deposited, superimposed, gathered, and copied. In the end, they are sublimated under the original concept and advanced into a more advanced existence.
Thus, matter was born.
Matter and energy coexist, but are higher than energy.
Energy is guided by concepts and thus derives matter.
Matter produces various movements under the interference of energy. Under the influence of energy, matter is repeatedly upgraded and downgraded, and then differentiates into different forms. Different forms of matter degrade the surrounding energy into mutually exclusive and different levels. There are various forms of secondary energy.
After that, matter and energy went through a long or momentary integration, and light, heat, and force were born relying on space.
"Then what?"
Her consciousness was silent in the deepest part of the light spot, asking it.
Then, after everything is stable, the third factor that makes up the world finally receives the ordered data.
The third factor can be seen everywhere, but to you, it seems that it has never existed. It already existed before the birth of time, but that hand changed its purity. It is an elegy recorded in books and also on rock paintings. Most civilizations can only record the running pack of wolves on a certain carrier. If they lose the carrier, they think they have lost everything, but in fact this is not the case.
It is a more stable factor than energy and matter, and nothing can interfere with its existence.
Just like the song sung by the child you know. She was the last to fall on the battlefield. You thought that there would be no audience for that song after her death. Her memory rushed into the void with the disappearance of her body, and her heart and soul It also disintegrated into other substances under the erosion of nature. Her personality, dignity, enthusiasm, and obsession have become eternal and will never be seen again.
you are wrong.
Time has remembered her, the sea breeze has remembered her, and every grain of sand stained with her blood on that land has remembered her.
Eventually, I remembered her.
Eventually, I became her.
"You do not deserve."
But I am indeed her. I remember her leaning against you in the cold wind, holding the bones of beasts and fighting with the crowd. I remember that you won, you were elated, and you cheered.
"But you failed, you will die, you promised."
The third factor in the world is information.
It is initially "nothingness" itself. When the energy is stagnant, it is pure, small, and vast, but not bloated. It is just "nothing" and only "nothing".
But after that hand disturbed time, it lost all its sublimity.
The interaction between matter and energy produced a huge amount of information. At that time, even the most advanced civilization could not record all the trillions of trillions of information created by just a ray of light from extreme darkness. One to the power, this information will not disappear, they will only accumulate, sink, and start falling from every corner of matter and energy, like garbage that cannot be burned, and can only slowly fill the most useless ravines, and then overflow. , piled out, squeezed, and finally, qualitatively changed.
Of course, the connection between information does not operate according to the laws you are familiar with, but it will take at least hundreds of millions of reincarnations for me to give you a detailed answer, so after all, you are expecting me Death, isn't it?
Have you heard about that poor cat?
The cat may be dead or alive, but we won't know until the box is opened.
But what if the box is opened?
Will the cat die?
Matter and energy are constantly diluted, and information is just the opposite.
When the density of information becomes too great for energy and matter to carry, the world becomes disordered.
Then, I was born.
I note when the first star fell.
I note where the first big river ended up.
I note how the first stone faded.
Also remember where the wind should stop.
Finally, I learned about the journey of light.
It was a never-ending nightmare, but it was also the beginning of all stories.
I imprinted everything I knew on my body, and everything in the world had meaning.
As I witnessed, the chaos ended.
Then, I used my body to create a plane that only belonged to me.
I hate the complicated sky, so the existence of magma becomes a burden, so the cold begins to favor the clods of soil. In my memory, big clods of soil should attract small clods of soil, so the soil gathers in the void to form mountains, the mountains become peaks, and the peaks become Tower, and finally, when I was satisfied, the planet was born.
At this time, this plane that belongs to me is stable.
Under the rules I established, one plus one has an eternal answer.
I know everything about it, so I become its father, mother, sister, or, I am it, and its blood with me is thicker than water, but I am entangled with you humans as to whether the brain is an organ or a parasite. The problem is the same, I and it are inseparable.
Plane is a vague concept, its size depends on my density, and my density predicts the established chaos.
At first, I was just a blank floating on the vast sea of stars. Because I knew everything and had no desires and desires, there was nothing beyond my control within the known range. At that time, I could accept my death calmly. Although I, transformed from information, have no concept of dying, sooner or later this plane will collapse due to inevitable chaos, and as it collapses, I will also be reduced to the next one to open up the plane to that area. In the qualitative transformation of ruins, they become part of a larger collective.
But there are always exceptions, or accidents are inevitable in accidents. When the density of information in an area reaches a level that even I cannot calculate, chaos ensues, and chaos breeds miracles.
And so at the end of its existence, life was born.
In my memory, the first life form born in the star sea was born from a planet covered by hydrogen and mercury elements. It was small and weak, and struggled to survive by the heat of friction between the earth's crust and rock slurry, but even then , every time it squirms and rises, the amount of information it generates is completely out of my control.
That was the first time I was confused.
It was also the first time I was curious.
Its every move is disordered and entirely dependent on itself.
It can shape a ball of magma into what it likes just by preference.
In other words, is it me? My kind? Another metamorphosis?
But even if it is difficult to calculate, the amount of information it produces is less than one millionth of mine.
Most importantly, I will never be able to change matter as easily as it does.
If I want to move a stone, I have to modify the parameters of wind and heat first. After annihilating and creating hundreds of millions of stars, I can let the wind touch the plain after undulating trillions of times. a stone.
And it only needs to move its tentacles slightly, and in an instant, the stone will fall to the ground.
Driven by curiosity, I let it go and began to observe the life form struggling with the flowing iron and magma.
I observe it since the first star fell.
To prevent foreign energy and matter from interfering with the stability of the body, it learned to divide.
It, becomes them.
More beings similar to me appeared, and I became even more confused.
Then a second star shattered in the void.
The mercury and hydrocarbon content in their bodies finally matched the desolation of the planet's surface. Led by the strongest individuals, the group finally broke out of the earth's crust and saw the volcanoes and scorching sun that were a delicious meal for them.
Endless food, endless life.
After the third star was scattered into the sky due to the dispute between the clouds and the sea.
They weave the sound waves generated by the friction between the fourth and fifth limbs according to different frequencies into a tool called "language", and they draw the shapes of clouds when mountains and rocks are washed away by magma into pictures called "words" , they named themselves "Dishi" and also named the land under their feet "Niche".
I learned calligraphy, painting and singing in three moments. From then on, I knew the meaning of their existence.
Finding a beautiful stone is a smile.
Yesterday, my friend who was sunbathing with me was hit by a falling rock. I cried.
The same race grabbed the position where it was easiest to eat low-temperature stone slurry, which was Nu.
If you accidentally fall to the bottom of a cliff, but the previously differentiated individual somehow wants to climb over and save yourself, it is worry.
The fourth star sank into the abyss and was annihilated into debris in the darkness.
They built tall buildings, carved the coldest stone into round cakes, and named them "money".
At this time, I can feel that they are thinking, they are entangled, they are confused, and they are tired.
The fifth star fell as promised, just like those dreams of Di Shi in the wilderness.
They are stagnant.
I was distraught.
So, for the first time, I reached out.
Concepts and laws turned into needle and thread in my hands. Fortunately, I didn't need to move the stone.
Before the sixth star sublimated, a satellite full of oxygen and nitrogen elements successfully crashed into the vast wilderness of the "niche". Many Dishi stopped thinking and many Dishi were "crying".
But soon, a large amount of gas rose up after a violent reaction, and a thick gas film appeared on the surface of the "niche".
The interior of the "niche" began to cool down. Many volcanoes no longer erupted delicious magma. The highly toxic "water" was often swayed by dark clouds. Dishi was no longer full. In order to survive, they began to fight.
They are no longer stagnant.
The moon betrayed the seventh star and was shattered.
In the wasteland of the "niche", the "tree" dominates everything.
"Tree" also gave birth to other moving qualitative changes. They are not as complicated as Di Shi. They have neither "language" nor "words". They are just like force and light. They are in the "niche" system. a part of.
Scholars of Di Shi named the system of "niches" as "natural".
At this time, Di Shi divided into three tribes, living in different volcanoes.
Because the "words" are different, they hate each other.
They stall again.
This time, there seemed to be nothing I could do.
I started thinking again, hoping to get the answer before the next star fell.
The eighth star melted in the mirror, I succeeded.
That was the second son of a merchant family, a healthy, brown-gray Di Shi.
I analyzed its parents, its family background, the situation of its tribe, the territory it has lived in for generations, and the future it planned for itself.
I know what it loves, and I know what it hates.
So, I channeled it.
I changed the direction of the breeze when it was resting, and let it follow the scent of flowers to find the source of the mineral vein.
I caused a landslide, causing heavy casualties to the tribe it belonged to. Because of the previous mineral vein, it became a hero.
I focused a ray of light and refracted it onto the clear water. When it was the election of the patriarch, when it was its turn, the rainbow during the day was worshiped as a miracle.
Thousands of generations later, the eldest son of the common people rose up and overthrew the three corrupt tribes. The mutual hatred between Di Shi finally ended. Di Shi began to explore the world, Di Shi began to open up the sea, Di Shi finally built a ship, and Di Shi finally stopped. fear.
Di Shi looked at the tall buildings and began to yearn for the stars.
The ninth star burned in the ice, and I ended this casual pastime.
I wanted to become the God without desires again, but the vast universe suddenly became noisy. Before falling asleep, I listened carefully, trying to find the source of the noise.
That voice was in the wilderness, in the forest, in the desert, in the swamp, in the deep sea, in the sky, in the long and distant dream, in the narrow and lonely fog. It was a song that I had not yet realized at that time, and it was also the song that I still felt at this time. Obsessive resentment.
That is civilization, nature, order and disorder.
That was the first clear answer among countless questions.
Reincarnator No. 23, Shen Ruoyin, before you came, did you hear the elegy they sang for you?
