I have lived for ten billion years.
I used to wander everywhere, but not anymore. I have a son now, and I need to raise him well. We’ll wait together for his mother to come home.
Unexpectedly, the day our home was forcibly demolished, my son revealed my identities one by one, shocking the world.
A Buddhist master? That was back in the Tang dynasty.
A calligraphy grandmaster? Wang Xizhi was my friend.
A Chinese doctor? Zhang Zhongjing learned pulse diagnosis from me.
Controlled nuclear fusion? I built it, right in my basement.
I have witnessed history and helped mend a broken age.
People all over the world have gone wild, asking who I am and how many identities I have.
But even I can’t remember the answer anymore.
[I’ve been hit by a nuclear bomb.]
[When Zheng He sailed west, I drew his sea charts.]
[I’ve traveled the Silk Road more than a dozen times.]
[I tasted all kinds of herbs with Shennong.]
[When Yu the Great tamed the floods, I helped dig river channels.]
[I was there the day the dinosaurs went extinct.]
[A meteorite fell from the sky and knocked me into the Earth’s core.]
[During the Quaternary Ice Age, I slept beneath the ice for eighty thousand years.]
[The Earth is 4.6 billion years old.]
[But I was born even before the Earth, so long ago that many of my memories have grown hazy. I feel like I’ve forgotten something...]
