Fabricating The World: Creating A Three-Body Invasion At The Beginning

Yiyi's speech made the audience laugh out loud.

"What a poem! What a poem!"

"Good guy, the old Chinese class represents belonging."

"It's outrageous!"

"No, shouldn't the first poem be [Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhh. ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh]? The one that Daya mentioned should be the second one! "

"From a programming perspective, the song you mentioned is the zeroth one, and the one by Daya is indeed the first one!"

"Ah, it turns out that Daya is a programmer!"

While the audience was joking, Da Ya in the video was in a panic-stricken mood at the moment!

As mentioned before, the technological level of the Devouring Empire is the same as that of uncivilized primitive tribes in the galaxy.

But this noble [God] in front of us is a god-level civilization that towers over the entire universe!

The gap between the two is like a chasm!

Now, this [God] will create a memory containing all poems for the so-called art of poetry!

So, who will he choose to operate first?

With the last glimmer of hope, Daya begged [God] to let go of the Devourer clan and let go of this civilization that had evolved for tens of millions of years.

Seeing the scene of Da Ya pleading, Yiyi's vision became blurry.

He seemed to have seen the earth two centuries ago. At that time, the people on earth were also begging to devour the empire.

Nowadays, time has passed, and the arrogant invaders of the past are no longer in glory, and like the humans they invaded back then, they have been reduced to fish and meat on the chopping board!

But Yiyi didn't feel the slightest pleasure of revenge in his heart. At this moment, he finally realized the profound meaning of what [God] said - "Technology can surpass everything!"

After all means failed to convince [God] to give up his ridiculous idea, with the remaining dignity, Daya announced the beginning of the war to the supreme [God] in front of him on behalf of the empire!

"Dear God, the Devouring Empire will be ready for battle tonight!"

However, this is not a war, but a plunder of the weak by the strong, just like the war that devoured the empire and mankind!

The Devouring Empire used up all its nuclear bombs and gamma lasers, but instead of posing the slightest threat to [God], the energy contained in those weapons was converted into atoms by [God] using unimaginable technology!

After easily defeating the Devouring Empire and dismantling the Devouring Ring, [God] then began to dismantle the sun!

He used indescribable technology to absorb the energy of this star from the eleventh dimension!

In the hands of [God], the sun was extinguished without any resistance, and then rekindled until this process lasted eleven times.

This mother that brought warmth to the earth died completely like this!

The remaining devourers and humans stared at this great miracle that surpassed all imagination, with a variety of emotions in their hearts!

In this way, after seven Earth days, there is no other material in the solar system except the earth, which is only an empty shell.

This planet that has been hollowed out is the last home left by [God] to humans and devourers.

The technology from [God] provides this virtual planet with the same gravity and light energy as the original solar system.

However, the humans who had regained their freedom did not show the ecstatic expression that Yiyi imagined, but instead made all humans feel depressed.

For them, who have long been accustomed to being raised, the life of clearing wasteland and farming is tantamount to hell.

Yiyi looked at people's confused expressions, but he was not discouraged!

He tells people the myths and stories of their ancestors' struggle with nature. This is the only small help he can do as a poet.

Yiyi believes that no matter how difficult the road ahead is, people will become human again!

After recovering from the memories, Yiyi remembered the destination of this voyage - Antarctica.

With the help of their protective suits, they quickly reached the outer surface of the Hollow Earth through the Antarctic Gate.

Here, they saw the ultimate art - poetry!

It was a swirling nebula with a diameter of one hundred astronomical units. As the intensity of cosmic rays changed, large clouds of light mist surged from time to time in the poetry cloud, like a giant glowing whale passing through it.

Yiyi stared at this scene that was too beautiful to be like the human world, and couldn't help but fall into obsession.

But the real beauty of this nebula is not just its dreamy and magnificent appearance, but its connotation!

All poems from ancient times to the present are included in this gorgeous poem, and it is not just poems. It includes all permutations and combinations of Chinese characters, and it also includes all discovered or undiscovered theorems about the operation of the universe!

Seeing such a magnificent poem, Yiyi said excitedly: "Now, I also begin to admire technology!"

However, Li Bai, who was depressed, told Yiyi that what he saw was the limitations of technology in art.

He has all the poems, but he can't find the pinnacle among them!

Yiyi was puzzled: "With such great technology, can't you create identification software that can replace human thinking?"

Li Bai shook his head: "The meaning of poetry does not depend on you, me or anyone else. It depends on - time!"

At this point, this arrogant god finally sadly discovered that the truth he had always believed in was wrong.

Technology is not omnipotent. It can easily destroy a world and rebuild a planet in an instant!

But in front of this radiant poetry cloud, in front of the ultimate beauty pursued by this intelligent creature, technology was completely defeated!

Before leaving, [God] handed two small memories into the hands of Yiyi and Daya.

There are hundreds of billions of poems related to them, but this is just an insignificant part of the poem cloud.

Taking over the memory, Daya suddenly asked loudly: "Is the essence and essence of intelligent creatures really beyond the reach of technology?"

"The answer may lie in a certain poem in Shiyun."

As Li Bai's last words fell, the screen quickly dimmed.

[Poem cloud, end. 】

Soon, the audience began to discuss.

"I still don't understand why Li Bai said he couldn't find that pinnacle song? Although it's a bit difficult with his skills, it's not completely impossible, right?"

"I don't understand, please give me some answers!"

"Actually, it's what Li Bai said. What really determines the meaning of poetry is time!"

"Just like we think now that [the sun falls over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea] is very beautiful, but if billions of years later, the Yellow River and the sea have evaporated, and even the sun has died, this poem will still have meaning. ?"

"For another example, according to the arrangement and combination, the poem "I eat computer skins" will inevitably appear in the poetry cloud. In the eyes of us and the ancients, this is undoubtedly absurd, but if computer skins can really be eaten in the future, you Can you say that this poem has no meaning?”

"Damn it, I finally realized it! Boss bullshit!"

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