The old world was destroyed, and the digital world established with the [Prajna] intelligence system finally brought a slightly fragile peace.
Original "New Territory Civilization"
Note: There are horror elements/decryption/real redemption inside
Copywriting one:
Huge explosion fragments impacted everywhere, and the core was already fragile. The man stood in the cold super-alloy bionic army and turned back far away. The voice of the commander of the entire F area came from the microphone in the earphone: "I wish the operation smooth and complete success." However, he was able to quickly find the slightly cold and gentle voice in the chaotic voice. He heard the deep worry in the loud and loud tone of the densely packed tall military members, and saw her frowning and staring at him with a worried look, and said softly.
"I will prevail. So, don't worry."
Copywriting two:
"Will you remember my number?" It looked at the person in front of it. This was the first time she asked illogical words.
"I am your founder, of course I will remember you." The little girl knocked on the head of the inquirer in front of her, making a ding-ding-dong-dong sound.
"No matter what, I will always remember you."
Intention: The hard glass of probability theory will eventually be broken by a small number of us!
