Ant colony

You may be surprised - what?Is that the end?What the hell is this ending?

It must be said that I am really not trying to perfuse everyone, this article is indeed so long.I have already written all of them, and then put them up chapter by chapter.Therefore, the overall structure has been determined long ago, and it is not a temporary change.

α-Han is indeed dead, and before she died, she became the subject of correctional research, which is very cruel, especially for such a proud person like her.Global management would wonder where on earth she came up with such a crazy idea, and of course all research was futile in the end.This may be because some ideas of people are indeed accidental.Just like when I wrote this article, I can't tell what the specific motivation is.I just know that I just have a strong urge to start writing.According to α-Han herself, she loves technology and believes that technology should be used to improve human beings, not the other way around.But I think the leaders of the Global Management Council should not accept such an explanation. They must want to find a clearer motive.Just like some people today, they are absolutely unwilling to believe that young people say that they only want to make certain appeals out of a sense of justice, but must believe that someone is behind them, or they want to gain a sense of presence among their peers, or Because hormones have nowhere to vent.Who is right and who is wrong?I don't know the answer either.

Did β-rou end up committing suicide or an accidental death?I think this question is not important.She has long since lost the will to live, and would rather die in solitude than join that transparent brain network.

I just want to show the various conflicts of ideas and leave room for readers to think for themselves.For many issues, it is also difficult for me to judge, and of course I don't have the confidence to spread my own set of theories everywhere.Personally, I like maverick personalities like α-晗, No. 109, and Chaos, but I think there must be many readers who will regard them as selfish saboteurs; There must be a lot of people who think of it as heaven - if readers really see it that way, I will be very happy, because this is what I want.

I have never liked the kind of literary and artistic works in which the author instills his own ideas into the readers.Of course, the work must have the author's position, but it is best to go beyond the author's position.A piece of "Water Margin", some people read violence from it, some read resistance, some read scheming, and some read "childlike innocence". Today, many people can read modern ideas such as communism. It can be said that It is far beyond Shi Naian's original intention in the early Ming Dynasty.My favorite novel "Jin Ping Mei" (I am serious, with a serious face, I have read this book N times), there is no character in it that cannot be hated, and there is no character that cannot be sympathized with, this is its greatness.If a certain work, the vast majority of readers think of things after reading it are surprisingly consistent with the author, fully agree with the author's three views, and follow the author to pursue the protagonist and hate the villain, then the author should not be happy, but should cry bitterly— —Because this is undoubtedly a very limited and immortal work.

Having said so much, I also know that this article does not meet everyone's expectations after all-it neither reaches the depth of serious literature nor the fun of online novels.So I would like to thank the readers who collected this article, and thank you for your patience in reading this.Especially thanks to those who left messages and those who gave me landmines, you have given me a lot of warmth.

In fact, when I wrote this novel, I just wanted to make a joke with my friends at the beginning - all the characters in it are named after my friends (except "Jiaozi" which is my cat), cities like 501, 416, and 702, They are all the house numbers of the dormitory where I lived before.Originally, I wanted to write a spoof story for my friends, so the setting at the beginning was very funny. It was about the protagonist driving an excavator to dig a dungeon, and was caught by the leader of the resistance organization. Drive the excavator together to overthrow the evil ruler.As I wrote it, I thought it was too secondary, so I changed it to the protagonist who was transformed into a murder tool, and brought a small nuclear bomb to blow up his old friend. Yes, yes!

It is quite interesting to look at the waste manuscripts at that time now.But why did I discard the hundreds of thousands of words I worked so hard to write without hesitation at that time, and changed this story into what it is today beyond recognition?I have forgotten.It may be because I am instinctively serious about my writing. When I was in school, I couldn’t help but revise and revise even if it was an elective course paper that I had dealt with.So I couldn't bear to take a good idea as a joke and just laughed it off.After getting serious, I started to collect materials again, and it took more than half a year just to accumulate materials.Then I wrote day and night, and wrote for more than half a year, and revised it several times.I used to never stay up late and rarely get sick. I even coughed all winter because of it.

Unlike many veteran writers in Jinjiang, this is the first time I have deeply experienced the pain and joy of writing.Only now do I realize that creation is such an arduous task, not only tiring the body, but also tiring the mind.Creation is to use your soul to breed some fictional souls, which will inevitably take away part of your energy from reality.It's like pregnancy. Conceiving a fetus is actually a kind of harm and loss to the mother's body.But what is more happiness in the world than creating a new life?When the soul she conceived falls to the ground without any applause or rewards, the mother will feel that all the hard work is worth it.

After I finished writing, I fell into a period of sadness.Because I fell in love with the characters I wrote, just like the mythical Pygmalion fell in love with the maiden statue he carved.There is no soul like that in reality, and it makes me feel more alone than I have ever been.As I was writing the last few chapters, I often felt a dull pain in my ribs.But I can't give them a happy ending, because I can't defy the laws of reality - since a person makes a choice, he must pay the corresponding price.

Maybe readers can't understand where my pain lies—some friends who have read this article in advance have euphemistically expressed that they don't know what I want to express.I think this is normal, everyone's life experience is very different, and it is normal not to understand each other.But I also know that in addition to the differences in personal experience, there are also some problems in my way of expression.After all, this is my first time writing a long (novella?) novel, or is it too lacking in technique.

First of all, I was eager to express some ideas, talking too much and describing too little.The actions of the characters should be used to show the conflict of ideas, rather than let the characters directly debate.

The second is that this article has too many topics and is too short.The instrumentalization of human beings by technology, the decline of male status in the post-industrial era, the limitations of utilitarian thinking, the contradiction between ultimate pursuit and reality, and the survival of aliens in society... Each of these propositions can be written into a masterpiece in the pen of a master , but I tried to condense them in just 14 words.

In short, when a novice is on the road, he only cares about satisfying himself, and doesn't think much about the reader's feelings.Although writing cannot blindly cater to others, it is not a matter of self-entertainment after all, but a communication between the author and the reader.I will pay more attention to this point in the future.

About now I am in a period of vigorous energy. After giving birth to the eldest son, I will soon be pregnant with the second child... Next, I am going to write a long historical fiction, about the creator, destroyer and guardian The story, the story of a heroine who does not rely on men, is also the growth story of a group of teenagers and girls with different personalities, aspirations, and standpoints.I am accumulating materials now, and will write them as soon as possible.Interested veterans can double-click my column to add attention!Comment 666! (I was brainwashed by Kuaishou and couldn't extricate myself, hahahaha)

If there is a bosom friend who sees it, he will sing Yangchun all over the place.Thanks again to the veterans, oh no, readers and friends for their support for this article.Looking forward to seeing your lovely figures in the next article!I also strongly hope that you can leave me some valuable comments and suggestions to point out my shortcomings so that I can improve.

Tang Wenji

2018/4/17