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Doyle, an English professor who lived in the 20th century, accepted the invitation of a mysterious business owner and jumped through a time rift to London in 1810 to listen to the Romantic period poet Coleridge's speech. Doyle, who missed his "return" by accident, was inexplicably hunted by Egyptian wizards, London underground criminal organizations and other people, and fell into the streets of London more than a hundred years ago. At the same time, the mysterious poet Ashbreath in the history of poetry did not appear when he should have. Byron, who was supposed to be traveling in Greece, was inviting people to drink on the streets. The legendary murderer "Joo" kept committing crimes but was always elusive... A series of extremely weird events were secretly staged in London, which has a rich history of humanity.

The ruined city after the apocalypse is like a giant laboratory. The giant bear Mord changed from the watchdog of the biochemical company to the destroyer and became the de facto ruler of the city. In this nocturnal country, as long as you fall into the darkness, unexpected creatures will appear. The night is filled with both opportunity and danger. Rachel and Vic are partners and lovers, and they have a safe haven in the city: Observation Cliff. What Rachel seeks is to remain anonymous among the ruins of Earth until she can bring Bone back. Bone may be a plant, an animal, a human, or the product of a secret biological experiment - a weapon. He makes her happy, but also makes them conflicted. He is bloodthirsty, but he doesn't know what killing is. Secrets, deals, and fetters are like undercurrents, gradually making them and the entire city lose balance.

In the future, war and energy crises have plunged the earth into a dark age. Lumite, a miraculous energy source, is discovered on the moon, ending the crisis. Edge, who had purple eyes as a result of a big explosion, is now the mascot of Lunar Co., Ltd. By chance, she met Danny, a prisoner miner, but then encountered a series of strange events. In order to find out the truth, she sneaked into the restricted area and found a hidden man-made black hole on the far moon. She accidentally learned that she was trapped in a huge lie and conspiracy. What made her even more unexpected was that the person behind all this was actually the person closest to and trusted by her. Truth and lies, interests and conscience, love and conspiracy, loyalty and betrayal... Every decision is so difficult, and Aggie must make a choice.

Once again, Willie narrowly escaped capture, but was inexplicably imprisoned in a place where her name had been erased. There were also many girls like her imprisoned at the same time. This time, the person who helped her escape was confirmed to have died earlier; but she inexplicably became a serial murderer pursued by the police... Every true defense she spoke became evidence against herself. Who planned all this, and who could be trusted? Willy was filled with confusion.

What will happen to the world if artificial intelligence gets out of control? In "AI Trek", the author paints a detailed picture of life in the future world. The suspenseful plot, strange and changeable atmosphere, delicate and rich emotions, characters with different personalities and other characteristics make people unable to put down the book. The moment humans lose control of AI, the dignity of being a human being also disappears: human organs can be disassembled and bought and sold like machines, and synthetic humans appear in large numbers; human memories can be replaced, even sold, faked, and become popular currency; all behaviors and thoughts are monitored by data, and there is no privacy at all. In this catastrophe of artificial intelligence, the protagonist Cheng Fu has always guarded the flame of freedom in his heart, dreaming of overthrowing the rule of AI and leading everyone to rebuild human civilization. Where should humans go under the laws of AI civilization? Should we become a machine under the power of AI that only executes and has no emotional or moral bottom line, or should we rise up to fight back and regain our human dignity? Open this book and it will take you into a new world of coexistence of humans and machines, where machines awaken, ethical chaos, and civilization are restructured.

"Ming Xiulu! Did you hear that? This is the Meridian Space Station. I am going to send you a signal now, S-P-O-T-L-I-G-H-T. Please recite it after you accept it." Ming Xiulu, sitting in the ground space command center, wearing a telepathy receiving device on his head, successfully spelled out the row of English words, surrounded by researchers and officers who cheered happily. "Succeeded! This telepathy transmission system was successful!" Everyone came over to applaud Mingxiulu, and the director of the National Aeronautics and Space Administration also came over and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Congratulations to you and your brother Mingxiuyi, for being selected as members of the Earth-like planet development project." Mingxiulu smiled and reported the good news to his brother at the Meridian Space Station through the sensor.

The fifteen science fiction novels collected in this book are all from the 2015 Fourth "Future Science Fiction Master Award". The "Future Science Fiction Master Award" was founded in 2012. It was originally a science fiction literary creation competition initiated by the Sichuan University Science Fiction Association, co-organized by Science Fiction World magazine, and participated by science fiction fans across the country. A large number of well-known domestic science fiction writers such as Liu Cixin, Wang Jinkang, He Xi, and Han Song have joined as judges. Gray Fox, Nianyu, Miss Cynic, Wang Yuan and others who stood out from the competition have successively signed contracts with domestic first-line literary platforms such as "Science Fiction World", "Literary Style Appreciation" and "ONE", becoming a new generation of rising literary stars.

Genius chess players, superstars, and well-known scientists died one after another. The foggy middle school chemistry teacher gained superpowers through artificial intelligence and became a genius in the chemical world. But when all the truth is revealed, his life will be completely overturned.

2122. The cockpit was dark, with only three or four indicator lights flashing on the half-moon-shaped console, indicating that the spacecraft was under computer control. This is an "Armstrong B-class" cargo spacecraft, referred to as AB, which is responsible for space cargo transportation over a distance of more than one billion kilometers. Humanity has established immigration bases and space stations in the orbits of Mars, Titan, and Uranus. It has always been the job of AB to transport supplies to the outer solar system. The coordinates on the console are for the George Space Station located above Uranus, which is the farthest space station for humans in the solar system. On the bow of AB's spacecraft, the circular blue emblem of "U. S. Navy" has replaced the NASA logo. Thirty years ago, the Aeronautics Administration was disbanded and the Navy took over everything.

This book is a science fiction novel. The book contains a total of twenty-six chapters. Connect the whole text in a story-telling way. Each subtitle corresponds to a story, linked by the thread of time that moves forward. It explains the magnificent scientific career; the successful development of the artificial photosynthesis model; the ins and outs of the Nobel Prize in Science; worries about the greenhouse effect that leads to climate warming; the journey across mountains and rivers to the world; the praise of extraordinary deeds and extraordinary life; the surprise of in vitro stem cells that promote longevity; the friendship and affection that is difficult to let go; and the colorful, fiery, and touching love stories, which lead to the appearance of characters in the book one after another.

Island + Super Brain Bathroom + Group Destruction + Snow Mountain + Super Brain Basement. An ordinary bar reunion, an old classmate whose life and death had not been seen for ten years brought to light the unbearable past that had been dusted for many years. Driven by curiosity, Uncle Ghost once again embarked on the road to explore the truth. Various surreal events occurred bizarrely - the portraits in the graduation photos suddenly disappeared from the photos, the nuclear reactor on the university campus, the reconstruction of matter and antimatter, "Schrödinger's cat"... When the truth of the incident ten years ago gradually emerged, Uncle Ghost walked into the trap alone. Without the help of others, can Uncle Ghost save the day this time? And what kind of sparks will happen when you meet Marilyn, the time prisoner, in the parallel world again?

An ordinary bar reunion, an old classmate whose life and death had not been seen for ten years brought to light the unbearable past that had been dusted for many years. Driven by curiosity, Uncle Ghost once again embarked on the road to explore the truth. Various surreal events occurred bizarrely - the portraits in the graduation photos suddenly disappeared from the photos, the nuclear reactor on the university campus, the reconstruction of matter and antimatter, "Schrödinger's cat"... When the truth of the incident ten years ago gradually emerged, Uncle Ghost walked into the trap alone. Without the help of others, can Uncle Ghost save the day this time? And what kind of sparks will happen when you meet Marilyn, the time prisoner, in the parallel world again?

An ordinary bar reunion, an old classmate whose life and death had not been seen for ten years brought to light the unbearable past that had been dusted for many years. Driven by curiosity, Uncle Ghost once again embarked on the road to explore the truth. Various surreal events occurred bizarrely - the portraits in the graduation photos suddenly disappeared from the photos, the nuclear reactor on the university campus, the reconstruction of matter and antimatter, "Schrödinger's cat"... When the truth of the incident ten years ago gradually emerged, Uncle Ghost walked into the trap alone. Without the help of others, can Uncle Ghost save the day this time? And what kind of sparks will happen when you meet Marilyn, the time prisoner, in the parallel world again?

When he woke up, Uncle Gui's whole world was wrong. His girlfriend Tang Shuang suddenly disappeared and was replaced by Zhao Xiaoxi, who had been missing for a long time. Then, he discovered that his memory had been tampered with: he had no impression of the experiences that others had sworn to tell him; his friends said that he was delusional about his past. In order to find out the truth and find his true self, Uncle Ghost embarked on an uncertain journey to Germany. The black hole on the plane, the deserted town, the headless red Trojan horse... Reality or illusion, memory or delusion, which one is the true nature of the world?

"The Verne Hitchhiker Series (Volume 3): Around the World in Eighty Days (Original Illustrated Edition)" is a famous work by Verne, the "father of science fiction". It tells the story of an Englishman, Mr. Fogg, who made a bet with his friends to travel around the world in eighty days, despite all the difficulties and dangers. Fogg, who is calm, taciturn, witty, brave and full of humanitarian spirit, and the lively, active and impulsive servant left a deep impression on people.

The original work of the series "Good Omens" co-produced by the BBC and Amazon. Two major fantasy authors join forces! "Discworld" author Terry Pratchett x "American Gods" author Neil Gaiman! As serious as the world is, the end of the world will be absurd. According to the "Excellent and Accurate Prophecy" written by the miko Agnes Fuko, the world will end on Saturday. To be precise, it should be next Saturday, before dinner. As a result, all forces joined in the melee, visions continued to appear, and the world fell into turmoil. Some people are running around, while others are fishing in troubled waters, such as the two protagonists of this book: Crowley, the demon who loves drag racing and rock music, and Aziraphale, the grouchy angel who runs an antique bookstore. They each received orders to participate in this melee, but both brothers have been in the world for thousands of years. They feel that this world is quite good, and it seems a pity to destroy it. In the chaos, no one seems to have noticed that the key character who will control the fate of the world is actually someone else...

In the late autumn of Shouyang Mountain, Shuqi felt weak in his limbs and a little dizzy. It was a bit cold in the morning, and Boyi, who was still sleeping, had a layer of autumn frost on his head. Shu Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and a small cloud of fog rose in front of his eyes. Outside the dilapidated wooden door, the wind whistled, just like the "rumble" of the tigers of Zhou Dynasty outside Makino City last winter. He walked to the stove. There was wild vegetable soup cooked yesterday in the pottery fou. He shakily scooped up some with a wooden spoon and took a bite - it was just as unpleasant as when it was hot. "Gongxin." Shuqi called his brother's name softly. Boyi didn't respond.

Tao Ke Tao, very Tao Robert is ready to produce his thirty-fifth offspring. This offspring looked very similar to him, except for the slightly different eye color. His eyes are dark red, while Number Thirty-Five's eyes are light red. Red eyes are not a good look for humans. They are a symbol of some kind of genetic defect. Through the use of human minds that are good at associating, they have long become a symbol of evil. Humans like blue or brown eyes. In the eyes of humans, the former is clear and the latter is deep-representing the nature that humans like.

As the crimson sun crept close to the undulating horizon of Gain Beta, David Horn's hoverboard climbed over the hillock seventy miles east of Port Prosperity. Three meters away from his feet, clumps of newly matured Tara grass swayed gently in the evening breeze, releasing countless tiny spores into the air. Gain Beta is a world of grass, with fern savannahs stretching to the horizon (although these plants have nothing to do with "grass" in the strict sense) covering nearly every inch of the cold, dry Earth-like planet. Although in ancient geological time, the planet's land surface was once covered with dense jungles that would dwarf the redwood forests of the Rocky Mountains on Earth, time has changed and all this is now a thing of the past.

No one knew when the alien mothership suddenly appeared. When people first discovered that there was an extra "planet" in the Sirius galaxy, panic began. The alien mothership is very large, similar in size to the ninth planet Earth colonized by earthlings in the Sirius galaxy. Rather than being a spaceship, it is more suitable to be described as a giant ship converted from a planet. The central star of the Sirius Galaxy is a star that is much brighter than the Sun in our home solar system. After the alien mothership arrived, it released a large number of spaceships. Those spacecrafts deployed huge solar sails and rushed towards the ninth Earth. The upper limit of the speed of solar sails can theoretically approach the speed of light. Although the actual speed of these spacecraft is still far from the speed of light, it leaves very little reaction time for people on the earth.

At that time, everyone in the world spoke the same language. As they moved eastward, they found a plain in the land of Shinar, and they settled there. They discussed among themselves and said, Come on, let us make bricks and bake them thoroughly. They used bricks for stone and stone paint for mortar. They said, Come, let us build a city and a tower. The top of the tower reaches to heaven, so that our name may be proclaimed, so that we may not be scattered on the earth. The Lord came to see the city and the tower that men had built. Behold, saith the LORD, they have become one people, and speak the same language: and now that they have begun to do this, there is nothing they may fail to do.

The harsh and dry sound of the suona suddenly stopped, the small gong banged, and the Taoist priest in black shouted expressionlessly: "Bye, filial son and virtuous grandson!" All the relatives around him knelt down. My uncle and aunt were in front of me, kneeling respectfully on the ground, their heads hitting the cement floor. But it took me a lot of effort to kneel down. The fat in my belly pressed against my thighs. I finally bent my head enough to touch the ground, but my neck was almost broken. Time froze and my mind went blank. I forgot why I was here. I only saw the sweat stains on my uncle and aunt's white cloth mourning clothes. They continued to expand and gradually formed an impressionistic three-dimensional oil painting. "Get up!" The Taoist priest finally gave the order. I stood up immediately, my thighs were shaking, my calves were cramping, and my heavy body could not help but sway.

At that time, Emperor Shizu of the Yuan Dynasty issued an order to build twenty-seven star observatories across the country. They watched the sun's shadow during the day and the polar stars at night to correct the calendar. The person in charge of the construction was Guo Shoujing, the scientist who compiled the "Time Calendar", the most advanced and longest-running calendar in ancient my country. A Central Plains wilderness. A plaintive sound. A man's figure walked from the horizon. Jiuquan launch base. There was a huge crowd and a wave of applause. Qin Tian waved to the crowd at the entrance of the spacecraft and then entered the spacecraft. Guo Li played the black xun in his hand and walked in the grass. Qin Tian was already seated, and the loudspeaker in front of the console came: "The launch countdown is 30 seconds!" Guo Li's fingers wandered back and forth on the sound hole of the Xun body. Qin Tian skillfully manipulated various buttons on the console.

On April 7, the third year of Hoei's reign (1706), it rained continuously in Yakumura, Yakushima, Satsuma Domain, Japan. Light gray clouds cover the Yakushima Mountains. For a month and a half, the highest peak of Yakushima, Miyanogadake, has not been visible. The thirty-three thatched houses in Shimoyaku Village are all covered with pale green moss. Dozens of people gathered in front of a big house in the center of the village, crowding in the rain and making low murmurs. The crimson mud submerged their skinny ankles, which is the color of the red mud used to paint the walls. This village deep in the Yakushima mountains is melting under the continuous heavy rain. Through the holes in the wall, two men could be seen sitting in the middle of the room. Drops of water fell into the fire pit, creating a choking smoke.

On August 9, 2014, Chu Leyi was sitting at the computer in a daze. It's half past seven on Saturday night. Chu Leyi stayed in the corner of the doctor's office. Because she hadn't moved the mouse for a long time, the computer screen had gone black. In addition to the computer, the narrow desk was littered with markers, ballpoint pens, black ink pens, scientific research notebooks, the eleventh edition of "Williams' Endocrinology", smartphones, half-drank pearl milk tea, chopsticks, and an open copy of "Tomb Raider Notes." This tiny place is not the territory of Chu Leyi, who has only been qualified as a resident doctor for more than a year. It belongs to her senior sister Wang Furu. At the beginning of the month, a major earthquake occurred in Yunnan. Zhongshan Hospital urgently set up an earthquake relief medical team and rushed to the disaster area overnight. Wang Furu received the notice in the middle of the night, immediately assembled and flew from Shanghai to Yunnan in the early morning. After many days of intense rescue efforts, she is now about to return victoriously.

In Operation Blade, fish-like clouds cover the sky, and the dim blue sky leaks out from the gaps in the clouds. The moon passes through the clouds, bright and clear - this is the scene displayed on the screen in front of us, which is a live view of the moon taken from the earth. But in fact, we are walking through the moon's strata at this moment, and what is passing by is boundless darkness. The "Blade" we are riding on is currently the most advanced lunar geological exploration spacecraft. The spacecraft is in the shape of a shuttle, and the entire hull is made of nanomaterials, which can resist high temperature, high pressure and corrosion underground.

At the end of the regular meeting on Monday, I called Bonnie, the head of the company's human resources department. "Bonnie, take a moment of your time." I said as I walked over to her. "Oh, Ted, what's the matter?" She looked up, a professional smile on her face. After all, we don't know each other very well, and she just arrived at the company not long ago. "It's no big deal." I stared into her eyes. "Do you remember that a month ago, the data center of Bihu Branch fired two engineers responsible for operation and maintenance?" Bonnie was a little surprised. She probably remembered several disputes we had had before. "You should be aware of this matter. Your signature is on the handling process." Maybe she thought I was trying to accuse me.

Outside the cold glass window, winter is leaving. Wet, shapeless snowflakes fell on the black soil of the flower bed, on the damp road illuminated by the street lights, and on the hurried pedestrians. In the distance, behind a large pine forest, the white waves of the sea rolled. The Baltic Sea was very windy and swelly for three days. With the corner of my eye, I saw a man sitting five meters away from me. He pretended not to look at me, which was a bit too much... In the past, I didn't like people like him. They were neither cheerful nor very entangled. Their appearance means that they will inevitably ask for something, and they will inevitably be rejected. I know he wants to talk to me about something, but he won't move me.

Let me tell you the story of my grandfather. Originally, this story should have been told by my grandma, who witnessed most of my grandpa's life, and her perspective would be more authentic and comprehensive. But my grandma was not willing to mention my grandpa at all. Only when she was dying and delirious, she would angrily curse the man who had left long ago late at night. This story is compiled from fragments of my grandma's dream ramblings. My grandfather was born during the craziest time of the Pioneer Era. At that time, the human fleet was traveling in the black abyss of the universe, and 100 billion people were hibernating and sleeping. Only when a habitable planet was detected, a million people would be awakened and dropped on the planet. These one million people are responsible for the transformation of the planet, while the rest continue to sail. In this way, human territory expanded in all directions. The planet my grandfather lives on is called Wuxing.

The gentle evening breeze blows away the heat of summer, and the purple Nuwa grass on the roadside falls in the direction of the setting sun as the wind blows. The light wind blew ripples on the grassland composed of Nuwa grass, and the ripples danced and spread to the gently rolling hills in the distance. In this season of Siyuan Star, the sun sets very late. Through the flaming sunset, the sun shines orange light on the grassland, casting long dark purple shadows on the back of the gentle hills. The "Pangu" colonial starship, which looks like a sharp blade passing through an apple-like white color, slowly passes through the sky where stars have appeared, and flies towards the setting sun.

It was one winter when I escaped from the city and returned to my hometown. The sky was as gloomy as the belly of a dying fish, spreading miserably across the field of vision. The cold west wind made the dead branches tremble, and a few sparrows fluttered among the branches without finding a place to land. It was in such weather that I returned to this remote village, dragging my suitcase and hunching my neck. My father picked me up at the roadside and helped me carry the box. He was silent the whole way. Ever since I graduated from elementary school, my aunt took me away from my hometown. I only came back once, and that time I was in a hurry. For so many years, silence has been the best way to communicate with my father. But I could tell that he was still very happy. When he greeted people along the way, he straightened his waist a lot. People looked at me in surprise and said, is this Zhouzhou? A lot has changed! I haven't been back for a few years. I heard that I am now sitting in an office in Beijing, working less and earning more. I am very promising!

First, at this moment, Nobuo Ishida was sitting in a well-decorated bar. Because he doesn't often come to this kind of place, he always feels very restricted. After all, I usually go to a small bar near the company with my colleagues to drink Dogfish Head Namaste White Beer or Roger's Hazelnut Brown Beer, and chat over the alcohol. The people next to me are noisy, so they also raise their voices. But here, there were only a few well-dressed guests sitting in a corner of the bar, and they didn't speak loudly. A well-dressed machine waiter brings the drinks mixed by the bartender to the guests. It looks like a human, but its core is still an A. I. With limited functions, so it is easy to identify it from its behavior.

White fog flows in the abyss, and gray cliffs extend infinitely. It is composed of immeasurable nanomaterials, but its existence can be traced back to the distant past a hundred thousand years ago. The occasional stone bridges and platforms between the cliffs make up the entire vertical transportation system, but these weathered ruins have not been used for a long time. A lone traveler walks on a stone bridge between cliffs. Her name is Jing. Judging from her appearance, she looks about fifteen years old. She wore a gray cloak and held a metal staff. On the top of the staff, two white cloth straps fluttered in the wind.

At noon, the distant sun slightly lights up this heart-shaped ice field located in the equatorial region. Looking up into the distance, there is nothing except the boundless and cruel white. The whole world is as silent as ever, like a cemetery at the end of the universe - in the center of this cemetery is an ice mountain range that rises abruptly, with the highest peak about 25,000 meters, like a letter spat out by a poisonous snake. Zhang Er walked under this mountain range, looking at the fang-like icebergs behind him from time to time. There are no mountains like this on Earth, he thought. This is Pluto, the planet of hell.

Over the years, the exploration of extraterrestrial civilizations has become a global cultural phenomenon. However, we still know very little about the mysterious galactic city-states and their advanced extraterrestrial civilizations. We have always had this question: Do aliens really exist? What kind of history and civilization do they have? After several months, the editorial department of this magazine collected a large amount of precious information with the help of many archaeologists, physicists, memory experts, planetary scientists, astrobiologists, astronomers, and UFO researchers, and specially planned the special topic "Extraterrestrial Civilization: Tracking Extraterrestrial Life" to go on a mysterious journey with readers and analyze the mysteries of extraterrestrial civilization. Extraterrestrial Civilizations: UFOs It is said that aliens have visited the earth many times during the evolution of human beings, and have shown extremely high levels of intelligence and technology.

What's the most unlucky thing in the world? Imagine: you are alone, far away from all your relatives, friends, neighbors, passers-by, far away from all mankind, trapped in a dark cave where you can't see your fingers. The entrance of the cave has been blocked by collapsed rocks, and it is impossible to move with your strength. You are cold, hungry, tired, and bleeding from several wounds. Outside, it is also pitch black. The whole world has turned into a cave that cannot see the sun. The earth is wrapped in a dust cloud several kilometers thick. The wind that destroys everything blows across the dead land. The sound of huge thunder reaches your ears through the thick rocks. Maybe there is no living thing within hundreds of kilometers.

It was late at night when the spacecraft entered the atmosphere of Behemoth Star. I was woken up by the broadcast and opened the visor. The clear moonlight immediately shone in. The middle-aged woman sleeping next to me shook her head and continued to sleep again. I leaned close to the window and looked down. Clouds like fish scales spread out under the spacecraft and extended to the end of my field of vision. A white whale was swimming in the clouds. Its huge and graceful body danced out, drew an arc, and plunged into the clouds, never to be seen again. Outside the window, there is an altitude of 30,000 feet, with a temperature of more than 50 degrees below zero. I wonder if these creatures that grew up in the warm golden sea would feel the cold. I pressed my forehead against the window and looked at it for only a few seconds before I felt dizzy and my hands and feet began to shake. For Aye, I mustered up the courage, gritted my teeth, and crossed the sea of ​​​​stars to come to this planet at the end of the golden route, but this does not mean that I have overcome my phobia of navigation.

In the early morning of September 15, 1940, Yuyuan Garden, Shanghai. Yu Garden, once the pearl of gardens in the south of the Yangtze River, has been severely damaged by the war. The scenery inside the garden is deserted and ruins are everywhere. Many shacks have been built on the open space outside the garden, and countless refugees live in them. Suddenly, among the trees deep in Yu Garden, a white light flashed, as bright as a searchlight, but then went out instantly, as if it had never happened. Occasionally, refugees outside the park were awakened. They opened their eyes and looked around. If they didn't find anything strange, they closed their eyes again to save their energy for the hard life tomorrow.

We must know, we shall know. --David Hilbert In July of the 24th year of Heisei, 19-year-old Kunihiko Kadani left Tokyo and returned to his home in Kyoto for the summer vacation. Although it's a vacation in name, it's actually mainly about helping the family with work. The Kakeya family runs a small family inn. Although the scale is not large, after the painstaking management of three generations of elders, it is somewhat famous in Kyoto Prefecture. Originally, midsummer July is not the time to enjoy mountain cherry blossoms, nor is it the season to see red leaves, but there are still many tourists coming to stay, most of them coming for the famous Gion Festival in Kyoto. Therefore, the Kakeya family's inn is extremely busy every day. Even though the family employs more than twenty workers, it still feels overwhelmed. Kunihiko doesn't have much resistance to giving up his job and inheriting the hotel in the future.

Sometimes, it is like an arrow leaving the string; sometimes, it is like an old ox pulling a broken cart; sometimes, it is crawling like a snail. We cherish time like gold, and we throw it away at will, but we always hope to have more of it. Time is so natural to us that it is easy to forget. In fact, it's almost shocking how strange it is. The more we know about time, the more restless we feel about it, like a tangled mess that keeps getting cut and sorted out. Why does it only flow in one direction? Is it a real thing, or just a figment of our imagination? Is time travel possible? How did it start? Will it ever end? Can it provide the obscure truth about all things? What is time? What is the time? It is this question that has vexed many scientists from ancient philosophers to the Enlightenment and beyond.

He was dreaming again, memories flashing through his mind like pictures. Why do people leave their homes? Once you leave home, when you dream, your dream is home. When I went to college, I left home for the first time. At that time, his mother cried. He left home to receive an education and to have a good future for himself. When I was running for the astronaut election, I also left home and my wife cried. That time it was for my ideals. It is normal to make sacrifices when making contributions to science. When he set off for Earth, he left home forever. This time, he cried. But his mother was dead and his wife was gone, so he had no home in New Etruria.

For a dream he had had countless times, he knew all the details. In the dream, he overlooks everything, understands everything, and dives into everything like God - he is the world itself. He saw a sixteen-year-old boy leaning against a French plane tree on an unbearably hot afternoon. The excitement and anticipation in his body were fighting against the drowsiness. She should be here, the boy thought. Soon, he saw her, wearing a ponytail, a white T-shirt, light blue jeans, and a cross-body canvas bag. He shivered and waved to her. She smiled and raised her hand - suddenly, time froze, like a flying insect burrowing into jelly. Sound, smell, vibration... All these senses formed a cloud that enveloped the boy.

I stood on the high sacrificial platform. In front of me was a ribbon-like shining Qingjiang River, winding towards the continuous snow-capped mountains on the horizon. Wearing a cold bronze mask, holding a fish-and-bird scepter wrapped in gold foil, I faced the rising sun and murmured the ancient sacrificial inscriptions passed down by King Cancong. Precious gold, bronze, jade and ivory were poured into the sacrificial pit at my feet in batches, colliding, overturning and shattering. Just like my Shu Kingdom. The torrential flood destroyed the old capital of the East, and my beloved father died in the flood.

The cold wind blew through the gray wilderness, and the petrified trees were lifeless. The rustling sound of Geiger counters echoes in travelers' ears, and the risk of traveling deep into nuclear contamination zones has not diminished in the past hundred years. Looking up, the sky covered with radioactive dust is gray, and heavy metal clouds are drifting from the sky, bringing highly toxic rain to the desolate land... A century has passed, and nuclear winter is still continuing. A vague figure appeared in the wilderness. He was dressed like a traveler, carrying a large bag and moving forward resolutely. After checking the map, the traveler cast his gaze towards the abandoned city in the distance, and the sensors built into his eyes captured the energy response. There is a facility on the shore of the lake in the north. The facility is made of steel and various discarded building materials. It looks like it was built just after the war.

I'm going to die. Many people are curious about the feeling of dying, but for me, the end is not a very special thing: as the nervous system is numb due to lack of oxygen, the previous pain has gradually been peeled away from my body. I can still feel my body and limbs, and can also hear the shouts, shooting and explosions of the war around me, but at this moment, they all seem so far away, as if they come from another world. My consciousness is fading, my thoughts are being paralyzed... In short, this is not much different from the process of falling into sleep. Through my increasingly blurry eyes, I could see the guy who killed me: a spider-like monster made of organic matter and a metal skeleton.

She lay there, knowing that things would turn out like this, yet she still reached for destruction. Soft music sounded, and a halo of light lit up in the darkness. She closed her eyes and caught the only, beloved face among the sea of ​​countless beautiful faces. "Thoreau - this name means nothing to everyone here, but this is the man who laid the foundation for our current economy. Imagine two hundred years ago. At that time, there were blue skies and green grass everywhere, and everyone was idle. This American named Thoreau idled by the lake for two years and realized a truth - we don't need to own anything at all!" She stopped and thought. Yes, a pen, a real pen, she still typed by handwriting. The process was slow and laborious, but she believed a tangible pen would help her thoughts flow much more smoothly.

An Ning stood on the suspended balcony protruding from the outside of the building. The green plants beside her looked messy and lush in the late summer because no one had taken care of them. The branches are scattered horizontally and vertically, as if they are trying to reach somewhere, but they seem to have no destination. The peaceful mood is still difficult to calm down in the gloomy wind. The wind was so strong that the spherical flower pot that was kicked down under her feet was blown to the side. An Ning exhaled and tried to divert his attention. Suddenly, a swallow passed before my eyes, gliding towards the depths of the city. Below the balcony is a pedestrian street, and there are noisy voices. The tall buildings on both sides are like vaults, forcing the sky into a zigzag and dark line. All kinds of aircraft shuttled up and down the dark clouds, and the urban transportation elevators stretched across the buildings like a chessboard, carrying busy people to their respective destinations. People are busy working hard, squandering, and being mediocre. An Ning thought, this era is both advanced and open, but also ignorant and backward.

"It doesn't look like it has changed." Jennifer said on the way home from the institute with Benji after his last sensory surgery. "How could it be so fast? Right, little guy?" I replied, caressing Benji's furry head. Benji, the little hound wrapped in an old blanket, raised his head and looked at us curiously with his big eyes. I could have sworn it smiled. Strictly speaking, Jennifer is right. Benjy was the same as before, at least not significantly. After recovering from various surgeries, he likes to do the same things as before: fetching balls, chasing me around the yard, going for walks - whatever he liked before, he still likes now. When I was watching TV, Benjy would still come over and lie down next to me; when I was working, he would still come over and beg for petting.

When I met her, the cold rain, cold air, and damp ground in winter all turned into a rose color in my eyes. She hid under a car, her young body curled up like a sleeping baby. I walked up to her, squatted down, and tilted the umbrella in my hand slightly forward. Then in this space that only belonged to us, the rain stopped. "Meow..." She screamed softly, but did not run away. She probably didn't understand why it stopped raining, and she didn't understand what I wanted to do. Her eyes were full of confusion, and she could only look at me timidly. Water vapor rises from the still warm hood, filling the void left after the rain disappears from this space. She and I stared at each other in the dreamlike mist that filled under the umbrella.

Before the crash of the "Yue Forward", the main computer on the spacecraft did two final things: the first was to release a space position beacon and maintain the alarm signal for its error in exiting through the wormhole at the exit point for about forty-eight hours; the second was to face the inevitable collision with the planet 2376, and released the miniature rescue capsule "Lancelot" to transport the astronauts on the "Yue Forward" to that planet as safely as possible. Then, the "Yue Forward" itself turned into a piece of wreckage after hitting the surface of 2376. This was not an accident; more strictly speaking, it was just a miscalculation of the equations.