The starry sky is a cage woven by illusion, the church of flesh and blood squirms in cognitive pollution, and the reversed gears gnaw at reality. Chu Boran tore apart the 47th layer of delusion, measured the abyss with broken lenses, and ignited the spark of the "scientific path" - using microwave resonance to strangle the filth contaminated by Christmas stockings, and using a laser pen to write the formula for annihilating the rules of flesh and blood. When the Guardian Flower bears the screaming human face fruit, the Genesis Council drags the wreckage of the starship towards the cosmic cemetery. Is human civilization a boiling sample in a test tube? Outside the test tube? Is... What...
Don't tell me that I update the abstract very quickly, this is a manuscript I wrote when I was in high school.
