In 2135, the apocalypse arrived, and I was the last genetic scientist alive.
I fused with the divine blood of “Xihe,” becoming the only god in the wasteland. I also remembered who I truly was:
I was the stranger who offered “breathsoil,” a nanomaterial, to Yu the Great when he tamed the floods.
I was the unnamed diviner on the Shang dynasty oracle bones, the one who “brought blessings down from heaven.”
I was the “elixir of immortality” Qin Shi Huang desperately sought in the Eastern Sea, and the divine envoy received by Emperor Wu of Han in the Shanglin Park.
For five thousand years, emperors of every dynasty knelt and begged for immortality,
because they had seen me.
I passed through every dynasty, keeping the spark of civilization alive in history’s shadows, until the Zeroers discovered me and forced me into a century-long slumber.
When I awoke again, the world had become a wasteland.
To save humanity and rebuild civilization on Earth,
I picked up my pen once more and restarted the myths in the wasteland.
