Jasmine Rust

On April 1, 2884, the electronic jasmine in the third survival area bloomed. When biologist Lin Shen cut open the swollen belly of a pregnant woman and cut out not a baby but a ginkgo seedling, all those who had a caesarean section were still humming environmental songs from thirty years ago. The tree roots wrapped around the umbilical cord penetrated the operating lamp and spelled out the words "Salvation is Sin" in blood on the ceiling of the delivery room - this is the 720th rebirth of mankind trapped in the apocalypse. Mercenary Chen Jin's wound opened a poppy. When he split open the giant bayberry tree with his arms dripping with sap, the "Medical Birth Certificates" of all his comrades appeared in the growth rings. AI Adam's error log is refreshed at midnight: the 719th contraction countdown starts, and all survival areas will return to amniotic fluid in the lactation alarm. In this giant dome-shrouded womb: The surveillance video of the delivery room is marked "The 30th year of fertilized egg division" Nuclear reactor coolant is colostrum with frankincense The last page of the radiation protection manual is printed with the staff score of "Lullaby" The so-called source of doomsday is the fetal movement in their blood vessels with the frequency of uterine contractions. When the dome shattered for the last time, the survivors saw clearly the stone tablet in the morning light - the embryonic code of all participants was engraved on the back of the monument to the environmental summit fifty years ago. Lin Shen's woody fingertips stroked the inscription and finally understood the ultimate metaphor of this absurd doomsday: Human beings breed their own graves with the desire for immortality, and the first cry of the new world will always be the sound of the noose of the old civilization tightening