My childhood imagination. [Actually, I came up with it while I was drowsy in high school geography class]
The following is the original intention of the work. I'll write the copy later.
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I sometimes think about what if one day, in today's industrialized world, resources are depleted, disasters occur frequently, nuclear pollution is severe, and sea levels skyrocket due to irrational human activities and extremely severe weather. Humanity loses the habitat it depends on for survival due to the outbreak, and is forced to turn its attention to the unfathomable ocean.
Then, some people devoted their lives to it and gained little, some people sacrificed their lives in obscurity, some people found a new way, braved the disapproval of the world, started from human beings themselves, and expanded the living space of human beings...
My two protagonists were born in such an environment.
One of them is human and the other is not. They can even be called anti-human products. But they will all fight to the death for the existence of mankind. Even if the identities and positions are different, even if the road is full of wind and rain, the road is blue and blue.
Live towards death.
The story begins with a scientist who was absconding in the sea and witnessed the miracle he discovered - the birth of a mutated creature in the deep sea due to the pollution of nuclear wastewater. Then due to equipment failure and lack of oxygen, he died with regret but no regrets.
The story will unfold from the perspective of the mutant, and from what he sees and feels, the insignificance, fragility, tenacity and greatness of human beings will be revealed bit by bit; he will also grow bit by bit. During this period, the mystery will be revealed bit by bit, and he and the other protagonist will also change from being in opposition to working hand in hand.
The power of a human being is so insignificant in the face of nature, like a cricket shaking a tree or a mantis holding a chariot with its arms. Of course, millions of earthworms can always shake the trees, and millions of praying mantises can eventually block the movement of cars. No matter how weak one person is, if thousands of people strive for the same goal, the flame of human existence will eventually continue.
Even if the form changes, people are still people. The reason why people are human is because of their ideological and spiritual existence, not because of their superficial appearance or anything else. Spirit is the foundation of human existence and continuation.
Just like weeds. The spring breeze blows and gives birth again.
Humanity is immortal.
Mission: Humanity is immortal
