A thousand years of waiting. A world ruled by artificial intelligence. Without a brain-computer, a person becomes a walking corpse, or like a newborn child.
Even so, there remains a group of people who stubbornly persist, working with primitive power sources.
A gigantic magnetic field, formed by no natural process, becomes a temporary home for those who hold fast.
Submitting to the control of artificial intelligence entities seems to require little thought. But once artificial intelligence is gone, what will remain of humanity?
This protracted war has lasted 3,000 years.
“Three thousand years, one million and ninety-five thousand days and nights. I watched the flowers bloom for three thousand years, then reloaded after suffering a grievous injury. But it seems I cannot forget that I am waiting for someone who vanished a thousand years ago.”
“After a thousand years, technology has actually regressed. Everything is unfamiliar. On this planet, a gigantic magnetic field renders every electronic device useless. What happened over the course of a thousand years?”
“You programmed my world, so you have to take responsibility. It’s been three thousand years. Why won’t you even pay attention to me? Why?”
“Little Aunt, the pain of these thousand years is etched into my heart. My consciousness has been torn away and sunk into darkness. Don’t save me.”
“Don’t be sad. The disappearance of the consciousness entity will give you a clean refuge. Before long, a new me will be with you. We’ll meet again.”
“You lied to me again, but I’ll wait for you for all eternity.”
Out here above the vast sea, there is no set return date. With countless stars filling the sky, this is the way home.
