Warning: non-refined serious science fiction, serious drama HE.
With advanced institutional structures and information memory clouds, everything seems to be moving towards a brighter future. However, the illusion of order is easily torn apart by a thunder. Under the dual pressure of social crisis and historical crisis, human society is facing new disasters.
Words replace oral narration, and information replaces words. In the end, who will replace information to inherit history? Bronze replaces stone tools, and genes replace molecules. In the end, who will replace genes to carry human ambitions? Migration replaces settlement, and in the future of interstellar exploration, where will the final home of mankind be?
True and false, false and true, history and the future are not an indomitable river, but in the turbulent flow of the river there are still people who are using their arms as chariots, sacrificing their lives for righteousness.
"I didn't expect that it was us who destroyed the great..."
"We are them, and they are us."
Lightning Rod: Dual perspective, the main CP is BL and the secondary CP is BG. The male and female protagonists are not CP. The male protagonist is a chatty slum boy who is tough and sharp and doesn't like to cry; the female protagonist is an older single female anthropologist who is sober and determined to be independent.
The writing style is long-winded, there is no outline, and updates are slow, so please bear with me.
Intention: Only the mantis acting as a chariot can make us cry.
