The Origin of Species

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“Shed your blood. That's how much time you'll have. ”

The sentence I was given when I first received power. The talent of imagination could grow indefinitely in line with this sentence.

‘My blood. ’

‘My time. ’

The blood of those who died on the floor was warm. Strangely, it didn't even stink.

Kwaguawang!!

Continuous attack on the airfield. Nevertheless, our quiet space.

Ours!

Yes, it was us, not me. And we don't have much time left. Bonapas vomited blood.

“Cough! What are you doing, leader? Go back in time. Gaaak, caaak! I'm going to die. ”

Bonapas who sacrificed themselves a long time ago to turn back time.

“Brother · · ·, just hold on a little longer. We're running out of time. I'll be fine in a minute. ”

Lindsey is as naive as I am stupid. I know the inverse exchange won't heal well · ·.

“Shhh! Sir, let's run away quickly. They say it's bad for you to come back.”

“Heehee, you have yellow eyes. Brother, Watanabe Shoka-shi is still alive, right? Cough, cough.”

A sailor who gave up his life to save mine before regression, and Fei who worries more about the life of a cartoonist. And Shin Woo, who always trusted me.

“Don't worry about us. Do whatever you want to clan. ”

“Hope is stronger · · ·. The Clan Master feeds only blood and doesn't feed only meat. Hope was able to win. Kitchen! Queek queek! ”

I also heard the voice of immature hope.

‘How unfortunate.'

Your body is smaller and more miserable than anyone else. His pride was intolerable to defeat. The shield disappears, but you end up like that. If I hadn't taken it in time, I might have lost my life.

“Ugh, you. ”

“Iran, don't tell me. ”

She said with her face. Run for your lives, and I will. And Surin was scratching his bloody fingernails at this very moment. Even though his arm was cut in half, his habit seems to be going nowhere.

“Honey, listen to me. Lindsey still has a long way to go. So you have to use your powers to get away. Ugh, here's the reality of the future. Fast-forward the future. That way you can live. ”

“Lynn, stop talking. I understand.”

Surin said, "Imagine going to Earth." The deregulation of the public gardens depends on the outwardly expressed brainwaves. Therefore, if it were a power that applied directly to me, it would never have been canceled, such as a time lapse or reversal of time.

But how could I do that without my colleagues?

We were one.

The blood of my colleagues was the same as endothelium.

And that moment.

The blood of my colleagues who were scattered around the floor became red particles, and the world began to be embroidered.

‘This?’

Expanding Ideas.

My blood was not only in my body. Doesn't blood itself mean a lot to you? Blood, sweat, tears. Those words could all be of note. For me, the clans were my blood companions, my sweat and tears.

“Well done, everyone. ”

When I said that and raised my head, the world was full of red particles. The drop of blood they shed, it was like I shed as much blood as the sea. Their pain, their mind, is so vast I can't even imagine.

“I'll finish it now. Let's go back home. ”

The clan members slowly die and lift their heavy eyelids. Every single eye seemed to be filled with worries.

A red vortex rushes towards the Sandglass.

The whole world is red.

Is it red because of the whirlpool? Or is it red because of the blood on the blindfold?

Blood filled the hourglass.

Nevertheless, the red vortex remained for a long time.

A strap.

The crack in the hourglass grew larger.

And...

Wajang Chang!

It exploded.

Red particles bouncing around. At the same time, the world looks like a lie.

What is this? ’

Silence.

Also, what I'm seeing right now was so strange.

I saw the avatars attacking my shield. Then their movements looked like films. The past your avatars have acted on, and the future ahead of them. And it goes on and on.

I reached out my hand.

Thinking of catching the film, it was drawn straight to me.

The future Gaia survives is hell itself.

Numerous human beings die. All primates go extinct, no matter the origin, no matter the thin, no stem. And there were my bloodlines, including Sohee.

I need scissors. ’

A moment when I thought about it in my mind, like a lie, I had red scissors on my hands. What happens when you cut this? I didn't think about the rest. You cut off the film of the avatars without hesitation. As the film splits apart, tens of millions of new futures are created.

Voodoo.

The sound of films being made was amazing. It's like turning a sewing machine in a clothing repair house.

I chose and chose.

The perfect future for them.

This is it!

Of the tens of millions of futures, there was one future I wanted.

One sunny day. The public garden has slaughtered its avatars. There was no difference. It's just that humanity is extinct, so it's no longer worth it. A machine without a purpose is a waste of power. His avatar was no more than a tool to the public garden anyway.

All the other futures were cut off. And the only future is cut in half and added to the current time.

And the moment I thought that time had passed,

Fluffy. Fluffy. Tofu.

The avatars who attacked us kneel. They began to tear themselves apart.

“Well, what the hell. What's wrong with them? Leader?”

“Brother?”

“Hiic, the machine is killing itself. ”

Bonaparte and his companions widen their eyes. I can't believe what's happening right now. But I didn't feel the need to explain. What I wanted to do for them now was rest.

“I'll be right there. ”

‘Time film.’

When I think about it, I see my colleagues' films. They were cut and pasted as desired. Suddenly, his comrades disappeared. Probably staring at the blue sky with a dazed look by now.

It was then.

[What the hell did you do?]

Whether you have a speaker somewhere, the entire public garden rings.

“Do I have a reason to answer that? ”

[Strange. I just didn't detect any brainwaves in you. Is that a new kind of power?]

“Well, I don't think I need to talk about that. ”

[Is that so · · ·? I knew there was a 0% chance I'd win in the first place. So Emit must have made that decision.]

The voice of the public garden did not change. It was bold, unbelievable. Then, it was really boring that there was no emotion.

[I have a question.]

“What?”

[If you can see the past, tell me why you don't have feelings for me.]

After a moment of deliberation, you nod.

“If that's your last wish. ”

This was compassion for the machine.

I recalled the film again.

This time, the history of the land I'm standing on.

Pulled the film back 100 years, 1,000 years, 1,000 years. The world of the earth, where only the thins are left, soon passed the scenery of the Racial War. And it goes back in time, when the public gardens were built. From then on, the color of the film was black and white, not color.

From here on out, the public gardens don't know about it? ’

Focusing on the film, things at that time came into my head like a movie.

The first thing that caught my eye was a man named Science.

He was the man who created the public garden.

And the woman talking to him.

‘Emmett · · ·? ’

They stared at each other severely.

Science asks Emit.

“Emit, is that true? ”

“Cyan, don't you know my power? I can see everything that's about to happen. Of course, the past is also the same. The reason you're obsessed with human birth, the genocide of your own kind. ”

“I had no choice. Behold Babylon and Cranium. Perhaps our planet will be destroyed by their actions. ”

“That's an excuse. When others rejoiced at the birth of a child, didn't you study the fundamental causes of birth? You are obsessed with our origin. It was more important for you to find out how the world was created. Isn't that why you sacrificed your own people to build a public garden? ”

“No, the basic program is designed to keep the planet safe! ”

As he shouts, Emit chuckles.

“You will die without knowing the secrets of the universe. We will die without even knowing how we were born. ”

It was like a curse to a curious scientist who was pathological. But Emit is a woman who knows everything. Saints, who could not ignore her words, asked.

“Whom shall I die · · ·? Babylon or Cranium? Or maybe Byron! ”

“Cook.”

Emit continues to laugh at him. Eventually, Science yells out, "I can't stand it."

“Speak! Who is killing me?" ”

Then she replied.

“What you're making right now. ”

“What! Gaia? That's ridiculous!”

“I don't believe you. Just remember this, Cyan. Anyone can make a mistake. Even if what you make is perfect. ”

Emit leaves with the words. Then he mutters, dumbfounded by what she left behind, and throws down his chair and shouts.

“Anyone can make a mistake · · ·? Perfect doesn't make mistakes. ”

He designed a new program for the perfection of the public gardens.

“Emit, you're wrong. Without emotion, we don't make mistakes. The public gardens will only move according to the designs I have made. ”

In fact, the public garden was supposed to be born with emotion. But, thanks to Emit's words, he embedded an emotional removal program deep within the public gardens. In addition, a double triple shield was created so that the public gardens would never find out.

History of the public gardens flowing again in tranquility.

I watched the scenes and asked the current public garden.

“Why did you kill Science? ”

[It was more efficient.]

“Why?”

[He was my creator, but he was worse than me. Reasoning, Judgment, Understanding, Assumption, Execution. All of it was ahead of me. I thought every time I saw his heart. It's like putting a battery in an old clock. I took the battery out and supplied it to me.]

“I see.”

I just found out.

The design of the emit was not even sentimental to the public garden. And what emit wanted to teach me.

How to overcome vanity.

The first was emotion. Laughing, having fun, getting excited, making a fuss. But it doesn't last long. It is because I feel bored.

The second way was right in front of you. It's like abandoning your feelings like a public garden. Gaia has lived a long time, but she has never met anything.

Emit seemed to be talking to me. How will you overcome time in the future? I didn't know the answer yet. Because I didn't get the film out of me. In other words, my future was not set.

Sitting on the ground, he put his hands on the ground.

You're not going to tell me?]

“You'll be more miserable when you hear it. ”

[Sadly? I have no such feelings.]

“I see. You were just messing with my mom. Starting with science, every human being. ”

What did he mean by that?]

“You were all tools of the Emit. Teaches me. ”

The public gardens did not understand me correctly. But I didn't have time to wait for her to understand. Now I can't wait to see my kids.

I pulled the film straight out of the public garden.

I cut it with scissors and cut it again.

Either I felt a lack of it, or a red flame appeared in my hand.

This is the power I had before regression. I was no longer obsessed with time. Isn't it weird not to be able to use the power in your memory?