Silence Kills Two Days in the Same Sky

"They decided emotions were a virus and we decided to let the universe get infected." Alien silicon-based civilization determines that human "emotions" are a cosmic plague and must be purified.​ The day dragon scales grew on my palms, the river in my hometown stopped flowing. They said this was genetic contamination caused by the Oumuamua scan and a rejection reaction by the universe's immune system. I and four other "disease variants" - a hacker who can hack into reality, a gambler who can predict life, a soldier who sees blind spots, and a symbiote who bleeds the blood of the enemy - became the first targets for elimination. We formed a [messenger] team to deliver the final "critical illness notice" to the cold universe: We confront divinity under Mount Fuji, intercept nuclear bombs in Yellowstone Park, and redeem stolen time in the Arctic ice fields. Until Oumuamua came to the city, humans decided to sign the "Emotional Excision Pact" in order to become rational machines in exchange for survival. We stole the last starship. The engine is aimed at the silver coffin called "Purification Mastermind" in the orbit of Jupiter. "Report, the target has been locked."​ "Engine overloaded 300%."​ "Countdown to impact: 10, 9, 8——"​ In the channel, the gambler who had foreseen all this was laughing: "Place your bet."​ "I bet on a universe without crying——"​ "It doesn't deserve to exist at all."​ (Core meme: If the end point of evolution is the loss of tears, we refuse to evolve.)