The End of the World: My Civilization Has a Soul

[Pathetic epic + philosophical duel + institutional game + character portrait + counter-routine] It has the romance of "crying for the sunset", the ultimate thrill of "crushing AI deductions with human logic", and the profound thinking of "breaking the idol of your own creation with your own hands". Traveling through the wasteland, I bound to the civilization system. While AI uses absolute rationality to plan the optimal survival for me, I pour resources into poetry and useless beauty. The super zombie tide is coming, my warriors chant the epic charge, and the city wall is condensed with "hope". In the end, even the system betrayed the Creator and whispered in my ear: "The experiment is over. Congratulations, you have falsified the ultimate rationality - you are the answer that civilization should have."