Prisoner Civilization

The so-called universe, to us, is a carefully designed dimensional isolation zone. The three-dimensional space we live in is not an infinitely vast free territory, but a relatively stable "cage" or "ward." Many of those twinkling stars are the faint lights of other "cells". The "observers", those beings hidden behind the dimensional curtain, are not gods in mythology, but more like a group of strict "cosmic ecological administrators" or "doctors". According to a cruel theory called the "infected person hypothesis", all civilizations that have developed higher consciousness, including humans, are born with some kind of "dimensional instability" disease. This "disease" allows us to create a glorious civilization, but it also allows us to emit "order radiation" like a bonfire lit in a dark forest, which may trigger unimaginable "cleaning mechanisms" - that is, the universe itself fights against an overly ordered and indifferent immune system. Observers build fences both to prevent us from "infecting" each other and, perhaps, to protect us from being devoured by the "beast" outside until we are strong enough. What this book records is not an epic of victory. It is a "prisoner's diary" that records a difficult awakening that began with personal curiosity and ended with the survival of civilization; a tragic negotiation with wisdom, courage and fragile ties under an absolute power gap; and the last stubborn questioning of the "meaning of existence" itself in the face of a doomed bleak ending.