[The copy has been changed]
He was adopted.
From heaven to earth.
[Hey... You can't do this... This is our snack... You promised...]
[You want to do it for these... Um... Ants? Annihilate your compatriots...]
There are whispers of words twinkling in my ears, and clumps of vines are sweeping across the dark sky with a sharp dampness.
Meursault doesn't know.
No one stood by his side.
The base that was originally populated by people was left empty and non-human. He witnessed the place he should call home being transformed into a prison.
[You are our kind...]
Yes, I am your kind, an excluded non-human being, an evil god who should be aloof and enjoy himself freely.
…
…
I'm not.
I don't admit it.
I am human.
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He was called an undead visitor. Wherever he passed, flowers withered and vegetation stopped growing, and his flesh and blood instantly turned into bones, as if the life in this world rejected his arrival.
Of course.
The world hates him, fears him, and hates him.
——Of course.
How could an evil god try to become a human being?
[... Poor... So...]
[We are not asked to pick Him up... Just a snack... Give it to Him if He wants...]
He failed to become a human being.
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★Short story, the ending belongs to Meursault.
Purpose: Ban matryoshka dolls
