When I received the prime number signal from the "budding" galaxy, I didn't reply with a "hello" like the people on Earth.
I locked onto the source of the signal, sent out a cleanup fleet, and detonated their sun with a particle of light.
I am a Trisolaran person. A civilization that crawled out of the fire of three suns. There is no "mercy" in our dictionary, because benevolent civilizations have long been burned to ashes.
For hundreds of thousands of years, we silently cleaned out every low-entropy world that made a sound in our path.
Until I met the earth - this blue alien planet.
During the long years of monitoring these "human beings", abnormal data that cannot be deleted began to appear in my logic library.
What they call "love" is making me question: are we really the hunters of the universe, or the prisoners of it?
The Trisolaris Senate warns all citizens: Do not study those useless emotions. Violators - sent to the incinerator and become firewood.
But I can't stop.
