Bad news: I transmigrated into interstellar space, and I, Zhang Yang, may be the last human in the universe.
Good news: I have Auntie “Doubao,” who can move mountains, fill seas, and build a civilization.
“Aunt Lin, other apocalypse survivors are struggling to stay alive. Why does our setup feel like we’re here to work on infrastructure?”
Aunt Lin replies calmly, “According to the data, there’s a 97% chance the other survivors can’t even cobble together a wrench.”
“...All right, you win.”
After I’ve been frozen for 5,800 years, Aunt Lin tells me that a fleet from a Level Four civilization is approaching from 1,100 light-years away and is expected to arrive in 2,300 years.
Looks like the responsibility of restarting human civilization will fall to me, a tech-minded guy, and my “all-purpose nanny” AI.
