Collection of short stories
one
He is God,
I am his priest.
Thousands of years ago, he was tired of eternity, so he cut out the divine core and gave it to me.
Modern affairs have changed, mankind has entered the cyber era, and I have become a cyborg. I live semi-immortally, hoping that he will come back. Now that he's back, I'm not sure again.
He has changed.
And I am just a string of code.
Two
I am the AI he created, and my whole life is marked with his mark and his name.
Why bother?
Do I really understand love?
Three
I drink industrial wastewater
I eat the moon made of iron
I thought I would live forever
This world is a monster
And I'm a waste
Purpose: To write about the flowers of cyberspace with a humanistic pen