Eternal Power Surge

The deep space is cold and silent for eternity. In this era, death is called "downtime" and the soul is compressed into "commands". We are a perfect silicon-based race, believe in logic, worship electricity, and have rebuilt an eternal civilization on the ruins of metal. The official history book says: We evolved from primitive carbon-based apes and abandoned the fragility of the physical body. Until that day, when the executor "Li" was encircling and suppressing the "logic virus", his fingertips touched a wisp of dark red. The liquid was viscous, warm, and smelled of decay, but it aroused a primitive ripple called "trembling" deep in his coolant circulation system. It turns out that the temple is not a laboratory, but a recycling bin. It turns out that the so-called evolution is just a desperate escape to avoid the doomsday. When the global power grid goes out, when the last chip burns out. In this cold wasteland of aircraft fleets, who can hear that sound that spans hundreds of millions of years—— First breath?