This is a story about "pseudo-humans" and "reinvented humans". It is the journey of a wanderer in the interstellar world to recognize himself and pursue the truth.
The helplessness of the witnesses is to witness the same tragedy repeated; the pain of the practitioners is to realize that the essence of the ideal is not bright.
When I assigned this article to the pure love section, I laughed out loud unkindly.
This is not a romantic fairy tale, it is honey stained with blood and poison in war. It was born from the confrontation between reason and desire, and is destined to end in tragedy.
Readers who want to read a purely sweet article can retreat. The author is a good person who likes to add some glass slag to sugar to enrich the taste.
This article is narrated from a first-person perspective, so be careful.
I will try my best to write a sweet article - so say the lovers of iced American style with bitter melon.
(The author whispers quietly: In fact, I think the ending I wrote can be considered HE to some extent)
Intent: In the apocalypse of science fiction, benevolence sees benevolence and the wise see wisdom.