"September fourteenth in the eighth year of the perpetual calendar."
"They said that tomorrow should be regarded as the Mid-Autumn Festival, so we can all get together."
"I don't care. It's okay for everyone to get together, just like during the Spring Festival."
"But I don't know if it's my misunderstanding. I always feel...it seems like there are fewer and fewer people talking in large groups, fewer and fewer people playing games, and fewer and fewer people participating in activities..."
"Is it my imagination?"
Ye Xingxun closed the diary, gave herself an electromagnetic field full-body massage, and then lay on the bed to sleep.
There was no talk that night. Ye Xingxun went on patrol for maintenance as usual after breakfast the next day. It took her three hours to return to her residence. After lunch, she opened the group to check the information and confirm the location of the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, but she After opening the large group, I was surprised to find that there was no announcement about the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion.
There were only a few people in the whole group chatting, talking about games and the like.
Ye Xingxun hesitated for a moment, then typed in the group: "Isn't it about the Mid-Autumn Festival party? Isn't it the same hall as the Spring Festival party?"
After waiting for a long time, someone @ her said: "I don't know, I heard them chatting all night yesterday, and I'm not sure yet. Or is it that there will be no gathering during the Mid-Autumn Festival this year? Everyone has his own life?"
Ye Xingxun was surprised. Before she could say anything, someone said, "It's okay for everyone to go their own way, gatherings are so troublesome..."
Soon, a small number of people in the group started chatting about games or other things again, as if the Mid-Autumn Festival party was irrelevant.
Ye Xingxun always had some inexplicable feelings in her heart. She couldn't tell whether it was sadness or something else, but she also had her own interests. After taking a break, she started to catch up on dramas. She was watching a science fiction movie recently. The plot of the play happened to be about a human hero who took hundreds of thousands of humans to outer space. The plot happened to be about a desert planet, a planet hiding terrifying plants.
As expected, there was no Mid-Autumn Festival dinner that night. After dinner, there were more than 4,000 people online in the large group. It seemed to be still lively. Some people also formed some interest groups, such as games, TV series, animation, etc., and some people engaged in civil science. Research, there doesn't seem to be anything unusual.
"It's September 15th, the eighth year of the perpetual calendar."
"There will be no Mid-Autumn Festival dinner."
"But it's okay, I'm very tired every time we have dinner together."
"I guess everyone just wants to relax."
"...I do feel a little tired recently."
Tired?
Well, I'm a little tired...
Time flies.
The universe, the universe, the four directions above and below are called the universe, and the past and present are called the universe.
Ten billion years of time span, and the mere years and decades are like a blink of an eye.
Ye Xingxun opened the shuttle, and she stared at the southeast corner of the space ring, where she could only see the silvery-white Dyson cloud structure.
As the largest man-made structure in this star system, the Dyson Cloud is the largest light source that can be seen with the naked eye, and no stars can be seen behind this light source. One is due to brightness pollution, and the other is area occlusion... Very few can be seen in the Dyson Cloud The stars twinkling in the brightness were also blocked behind, such as... that shining star.
"There are still ten thousand, two hundred and eighty-two years..."
"Are you guys OK?"
Ye Xingxun reached out and held it far away in the southeast direction. After a long time, she took her hand back.
"January 27th, Year 18 of the Perpetual Calendar."
"It's Spring Festival again."
"This Spring Festival is a little lonely. The last time we had a dinner together was the last time."
"Aunt Wang's language program recently had some problems. After using the self-test program to fix it, Aunt Wang didn't speak for two days."
"My stomach hurt a few days ago."
"Everything is okay, everything is okay."
Day after day, year after year, everything is fine, everything is so peaceful...
There was no excitement or passion. I patrolled, went home, and slept every day. Thousands of days passed like this, three thousand days, five thousand days, eight thousand days, ten thousand days...
When Ye Xingxun looked at the large group in a daze, she suddenly woke up. There was already a head in the large group that was gray-white.
When a person's vital signs disappear, the automatic awakening program will be started, and then last for ninety days during the gap between physical activation and mental stimulation. After ninety days, the person in the dormant cabin will revive and take over the memory of the previous person. The work continues...
Ye Xingxun looked at the gray-white head in a daze, and then she ran towards the bedside table like crazy, almost falling to the ground in the process.
She took out a diary and quickly looked through its contents.
"Twenty-two years of the perpetual calendar..."
"Twenty-eight years of the perpetual calendar..."
"Thirty-one years of the perpetual calendar..."
"Forty-four years of the perpetual calendar..."
"Fifty-one years of the perpetual calendar..."
Ye Xingxun finally turned to the last page of the diary. It was already the previous year, the fifty-third year of the perpetual calendar.
"Now...is it the fifty-fourth year of the perpetual calendar?"
Ye Xingxun picked up the diary with trembling hands, then picked up the pen and wrote slowly on it. At this time, she suddenly found that her arms were covered with age spots, thin and flabby...
"August 11th, fifty-fourth year of the perpetual calendar."
"The first person left."
"I think I'm almost there too."
"Our physical fitness, life span, etc. have all gone through the most scientific tests."
"I vaguely remember that experts told me at that time that our life spans are similar, with a difference of at most dozens of days."
"That's why we have batch screening, just to select those with similar life spans among the 1.5 million of us."
"I forgot what the expert said at the time."
"But the general idea is to prevent the elderly and newcomers from having too much contact, so as not to cause confusion in emotions and time perception."
"It turns out...so many years have passed."
After Ye Xingxun finished writing these words, she actually gasped slightly.
After locking the diary, Ye Xingxun went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
A little old lady with all white hair and wrinkles on her face.
She didn't recognize the person in the mirror, just as the person in the mirror looked back at her in surprise.
After a long time, Ye Xingxun came to the dining room. She looked at Aunt Wang and Xunyi who were busy.
Their appearance remains the same, a middle-aged woman and a young girl, and time has not left any traces on them.
Ye Xingxun called the two of them, and she said, "I'm probably going to die."
Aunt Wang and Xunyi showed sad expressions at the right time, but they recovered quickly.
Ye Xingxun didn't know whether the sadness was real or caused by the program. She didn't care anymore. She just reached out and held their hands and said: "After I die, there will naturally be a program to take care of my bones and relics. But there is a book The diary is very important and needs to be placed in the electromagnetic static field. The password...there is no need to set a password. Just put it in the space ring important object collection. Aunt Wang, please go and do it in person and I will give you access authorization. "
Aunt Wang nodded, and Ye Xingxun continued: "Thank you for your company for so many years... After I die, you can go to the intelligent machine standby room. I authorize you to enter the program standby state. I also wrote a will. Don't worry. Well, I don’t know if you understand this meaning... Before the decider salvages me, you will serve as my agent and have citizenship rights, probably, but at least you will not be destroyed. This depends on the unified government of mankind. The decision has been made, and it is likely to be in a long-term waiting state."
Ye Xingxun talked a lot, and she didn't even know what she was talking about anymore. She just cried and held their hands.
Death is the only way through the ages.
No matter how great your consciousness is, no matter how much ideological work you have already done.
When one day I suddenly realize that I am close to death, the panic is indescribable and difficult to explain.
There is great terror between life and death.
"Let's have a meal together."
Ye Xingxun typed in the silent crowd.
No one responded, but Ye Xingxun kept typing: "@everyone, I say, let's have a dinner!"
Gradually, some people responded, some spoke, some agreed, and some cheered.
After more than 20 years, the dinner party was held again. Ye Xingxun specially found a small skirt that she liked very much. Although it looked strange and ugly to her now, she still wore it. This was different from her past. The feeling of leaving the world is completely different.
After arriving at the venue, she discovered that everyone was dressed in fancy clothes. Some men were wearing suits, some were wearing Chinese tunic suits, and some were even wearing women's clothes or cosplay clothes, while the ladies were mostly dressed in gorgeous or fancy clothes. Young and beautiful.
But everyone here is an old man and an old woman, and they are all in their eighties.
They looked at each other in surprise, and then they both smiled, a bitter but happy smile.
“…Ma’am, can I ask you to dance?”
An old man came to Ye Xingxun and bowed slightly.
Ye Xingxun was surprised, looking back and forth, and then said: "Is it... me?"
The old man smiled like a gentleman and stretched out his hand.
Ye Xingxun handed over his hand, and the two of them walked hand in hand to the center of the venue, dancing slowly in the center of the stage with others.
"Ye Xingxun..." Ye Xingxun said in a low voice.
"Bai Qiuran." The man was stunned for a moment and then said.
Ye Xingxun and the man danced a waltz. Above their heads was a large transparent glass through which they could see the night sky outside and the silver-white Dyson cloud structure.
Under the stars of the universe, a waltz... seems to be both a moment and an eternity.
"You're late. It would be better if you asked me to dance earlier."
"...Well, I'm late. I wish I had asked you to dance earlier."
It was the Spring Festival dinner of the first year. Ye Xingxun vaguely remembered that there was a shy young man who kept looking at her...
After the song ended, the two looked at each other with smiles, Bai Qiuran bowed slightly, and Ye Xingxun squatted slightly.
The two hands separated and each walked towards their seats...
In January of the fifty-fifth year of the perpetual calendar, the last of the first batch of perpetual maintainers died, and the new more than 6,000 perpetual maintainers all woke up from their dormant cabins.
They saw the large group, saw the chat records above, saw the messages and things left by the previous batch of seniors, and saw the more than 6,000 diaries stored in the electromagnetic static field.
The torch of civilization is passed from the first generation to the second generation.
