Chapter 1259: "All Living Things Fall Into the Apple (Part 2)"

Chapter 1259 Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty Six · "All living things fall in the apple (Part 2)"

If he had known her before, it was a huge pit that he didn't want to jump into at all.

"Well..." Her voice faded.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, they arrived at a cave. The cave was relatively hidden, with grass covering the entrance.

Ashley exhausted all her strength and curled up into a large white ball, leaning against the corner of the cave. When Su Ming'an walked over, her white hair curled up, and he was swept into the white velvet.

"You go to sleep, I won't." Su Mingan leaned on her fur.

"Save your strength and wait for Xiaobai to leave." Ashley said.

"...She won't leave." Su Mingan said.

Even if the forest is burned down, Xiaobai will find him.

"Then I won't sleep anymore. If she comes here, I'll take you and run away immediately." Ashley sat up, maintaining her animal state, swaying her tail.

"It turns out that everyone in Rawasha can return to their original state, then can I also become a jellyfish?" Su Mingan suddenly thought: "Lu Shu will become a bat, Yamada will become a machine, Mizushima Kawakora will become a glutton... …”

"Well, returning to its original state is the strongest. However... the exception is jellyfish. It even has no limbs, so it may be weaker." Ashley said.

Su Mingan thought for a while. really. It would be better to remain unchanged than to become a jellyfish, leaving only a soft puddle.

They leaned quietly in the cave, and while waiting, low singing sounded.

Clear, long and slow, like a narrative poem before going to bed.

"What are you singing?" Su Mingan asked casually.

"Songs I wrote before."

"Did the previous generation of Lin people have time to write songs?"

"I don't know... before I became the Rin clan, I seemed to be someone else. I can't remember. But I did write such a song. I still remember..."

She leaned down and spit out a red crystal ball, which contained a clean page of paper:

"Someone once gave me this thing. He said he would come to pick it up next time. I don't remember who he is, but you give me a very familiar feeling. Look at this thing, could you be him? "

Her claws pierced the crystal ball, and Su Mingan saw the contents of the paper.

It was just a casual question. The moment he saw the paper, Su Mingan didn't expect to have an unexpected surprise.

This is... twelve stories.

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[Twelve Stories·Part Two·"A Strawberry Shortcake in the Building of Modern Science"]

[——Science no longer exists. 】

[When this was realized, the entire Poincaré Institute became agitated. They repeatedly calculated those once fixed values ​​and those simple and exquisite formulas - but found that not once, the measurement results were the same. 】

[This means the collapse of the modern physics building. Those papers and scientific research results that we were once proud of have been reduced to waste paper like snowflakes. No matter how many generations it develops, intelligent life can only repeatedly produce meaningless results forever. Nor can we reach the other side of sublime truth. 】

[This news soon swept across the entire continent. Before realizing the disaster this had brought to civilization, the first thing people felt was a spiritual light. 】

[Snap sound. Like the light of a fire igniting a fire, like the sun shining upon the sun. 】

【Simple, magical, romantic and clear. 】

【This is the aura. 】

[People begin to discover that certain inspirations that flash in their minds will suddenly appear as reality at a certain moment. For example, the strawberry shortcake that I fantasized about yesterday afternoon suddenly appeared on the dinner plate today, and the taste and appearance were consistent with the fantasy. 】

["Absurd! How ridiculous! The building of modern physics built by mankind after millions of years of hard work can't compare to a strawberry shortcake that suddenly appeared! Haha, hahahaha... I must be dead to see this To such a ridiculous paradise!" Dean Kyle, the leader of the manned space project, drank the hangover soup. This decent gentleman let the alcohol stain his tie, hoping to wake up from this ridiculous dream. But people who have never drank alcohol know that this is not a dream. 】

[People begin and must realize that science no longer exists. 】

[Modern science, which is rigorous, realistic, precise, and objective, suddenly ceases to exist. 】

[Some people with high auras began to make use of this aura. They found that for this fleeting aura, writing down this flash of aura in writing or ink... was the most appropriate method. 】

[They began to break away from the constraints of the physics building, waving their ink pens, writing down the inspirations that flashed through their minds again and again... more and more "strawberry shortcakes" appeared. 】

[They may have a lot of strawberries, maybe the pastry is crispy, maybe the filling is sweet fruit... Every "strawberry shortcake" is not exactly the same, just like dead science. 】

[Subsequently, floating apples that do not rely on Newton's law of gravity, super-accelerating shot balls that do not comply with Galileo's laws, mechanical perpetual motion machines that mock Aristotle's wisdom... They appear so abruptly, yet seem so reasonable. All it takes is a movement of the pen tip, and something like this that goes against millions of years of theorem is born. 】

[On this day, tens of thousands of people lost their faith and fell from tall buildings, including the poor gentleman Dean Kyle. I think he should be looking for a world without drunkenness. 】

[People are like ravens walking on the frozen Arctic Ocean. They have always relied on the signs brought by scientific data, followed the wisdom of their ancestors for thousands of years, and used data and papers to innovate the direction of their faces. Until the ice suddenly melted... they fell into the sea. And the long walk made them lose the power to flap their wings. ]

[Some people floated up with aura, gradually grew flesh and blood in their wings, and returned to the sky. Some people sank and drowned with conservative scientific theorems, losing their dreams of crossing the Arctic Ocean. ]

[——Who killed the raven hovering in the tower? ]

[Is it the disappearing science, the aura, or the strawberry shortcake? ]

[When I wrote the first strawberry shortcake, I could feel its color, texture, and crispy crust. It looked so tempting. It was not limited to the "eternal law of matter" or "law of conservation of energy" required by modern science-it just appeared out of thin air. No cream or flour is needed, not even strawberries. 】

【People call people like us——【Creators】. 】

【It means that people who can create all tiny things and even life with just the tip of a pen. 】

【Or, it is more appropriate to use another conservative term full of malice to refer to it——"People who overthrow the modern scientific edifice and limit the future of civilization."】

【Yes. 】

【As those people who shouted at the top of their lungs said——】

【"——If everything can be created with a "feather pen" and all scientific laws can be changed with "ink", where is the future of mankind?"】

【"——If people's inspiration can be transformed into reality and integrated into the laws of the entire world, and the iron laws of thousands of years can be changed at will, how chaotic and false colors will the "palette" called the world present?"】

【"——If everyone relies on the tip of the creator's pen and the "natural laws" modified by humans, where are the objective and accurate scientific theorems?"】

【“——If the upper limit of civilization only exists in people’s abstract and scattered inspirations, and if we regard the flashes of inspiration of others as the foundation of the truth for collective progress, how can civilization find the direction of collective spiral development?”】

【“Finally——When the ‘strawberry shortcake’ on the table disappears, how will the ‘raven’ cross the already melted ‘Arctic Ocean’?”】

【Newton’s three laws, Hubble’s law of cosmic expansion, Kepler’s planetary law, Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle, general relativity… clear and beautiful theorems, as science dies, they gradually disappear from people’s mouths. 】

【Instead, they are replaced by “creator”, “quill pen”, “rank ink”, “world book”, “twelve stories”… these abstract and subjective concepts. 】

【It’s like a damn cold wave is coming. When spring comes, the world people see is completely different, and billions of lives fall in panic. 】

【I bit into the strawberry shortcake. 】

【It tastes crispy, sweet and tempting. The moment we bite it, it is as if Eve in the Garden of Eden bit off the serpent's apple. People are pushed naked into the new tide, and the thin and beautiful peels are woven into their new clothes to cover up their helpless ugliness. 】

【"Look! Gentlemen and ladies! Emotional words have replaced rational science!"】

【"Look! The inspiration of madmen has replaced the beautiful and objective laws!】

【"Look! The reckless flow of ink has replaced the polished and complete order! ”]

[So, we must accept that our familiar home has become a world of words, inspiration, abstraction, subjectivity, hopelessness, and miracles... a world where "science disappears."]

[--Here, a new tower belonging to Raven was born.]

[That is the tower called "Strawberry Shortcake."]

[One strawberry shortcake after another pressed on the collapsed modern science building, arrogantly mocking the truth sand castle built by humans day and night.]

[The shortcake is crispy and glowing with golden light.]

...

Su Mingan finished reading this story in a trance.

Compared to the previous story about jellyfish swimming in the sea written by Si Que, this story is very different. With grief, confusion, misunderstanding and expectation, the confusion of being impacted by the tide of the times, the sadness of the suddenly changing world, but with determination, the words are all rationally looking at this sudden change.

Previously, Su Mingan believed that "the power of creation" was Luo Vasha's setting, and the eleventh world was a world that needed Everyone writes a copy of the story, this is just its unique setting. But he has never thought about where this "setting" came from and how it changed the world.

He only knows the "setting" but not the connotation.

He only knows that it is interesting and novel, but has never thought about its beginning and end.

Everything has its logic from the beginning. Even if it is just a brainless villain, there is a starting point. Most of the logic of the world game can be seamless.

Si Que stated the beginning of this sudden change from the perspective of an observer-it turns out that Luo Vasha was not what she is now.

At the end of the story, there is a short poem.

Si Que's handwriting is flying, the ink is light, and the words are drawn, like flying leaves.

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[——At the end of that sad tide that swept all mankind, I walked on the beach. ]

[Sand castles of scientific truth accumulated by mankind for tens of millions of years stand tall, and a big wave hits, and they are washed away one by one. ]

[Scientists lie on the "beach", desperately protecting these sand castles, but there is only water under them. ]

[Politicians are commanding to hold back the wave, but the wave has already passed their breath. 】

[Only madmen and writers cheered on the beach, dancing around the ink in their pens, looking forward to a future full of inspiration. 】

["Science is dead! Science is dead!"]

[Such slogans spread. 】

["Conservative philosophers, welcome to your true philosophy. The world is completely different! You only need to write a pen to have a perpetual motion machine! You don't need to plant wheat to eat black bread! As long as you have inspiration, everything can be created! Cumbersome The steam engines and textile machines will be eliminated!”]

【Such cheers are flowing. 】

[While walking, I heard a sound. 】

[Buzz, buzz, buzz. 】

[Gala, Gala, Gala. 】

[Wow, wow, wow. 】

【Da da da. 】

[Is that the cry of the ancestors or the cry of the philosopher? No, no, neither. 】

【That is……】

[——The last sound of Jenny's loom. 】

[——The last hum of the Watt steam engine. 】

[——The last pulse of electric light inside Siemens equipment. 】

[——The last knock on atomic energy and electronic computers. 】

[——Is this their mournful cry, or is it their last farewell to human civilization for thousands of years? 】

[When all living things fall, they die together with science. 】

[When the last sandcastle was washed away, I saw the ink flying in the sky - the "creators" had begun to use pen and ink to change the world, using their inspiration to build their paradise. 】

[So, from today on, we should chant——]

[The sun is blue and the moon is red. 】

[Soil is water condensed, and the sea is mud. 】

[Leaves are made of butterflies, and butterflies are leaves. 】

[The fulcrum cannot hold up a planet, and geocentric theory is better than heliocentric theory. 】

[1 kilogram of cotton is heavier than 1 kilogram of perpetual motion, and the 1-pound and 10-pound iron balls on the Leaning Tower of Pisa will never fall. 】

[The apples will fly into the sky, but under the tree there will be only graves. 】

…

【--magpie. 】

…

The campfire crackled.

Ashley lit a bonfire to keep warm, and the flames danced in the cave.

Su Mingan recovered from the shock, and Si Que's words seemed to still be echoing in his mind.

"The sun is blue, and the red is the moon..." Su Mingan looked out of the cave - he had never cared about the color of the sun, but now when he looked up, he realized that there seemed to be a few rays of blue in the sun above the sky.

...Has anyone added color to it over the past tens of millions of years?

And far away, where the sun and moon are in the same sky, the blue moon glows reddish.

If this is a distant subversion of Rovasa, then the Dragon King, Elf King, Blood Tribe... these races full of fantasy, could it be that they have also been overturned little by little over the past tens of millions of years...

Su Ming'an thought about it deeply, and it was terrifying to think about it. He didn't know what Si Que had already written, but many things around him must have traces of Si Que's writing.

He used the Immortal Talisman to create an apple, bright red and moist, and threw it upwards.

"Uh-huh!"

——Apples, floating in the air.

Shining red, moist and attractive.

The law of universal gravitation is still there, but during these millions of years, there must have been at least one creator who wrote something similar to Apple, "Apple does not obey the law of universal gravitation."

Su Mingan caught the apple. It was light and had almost no downward force.

The breeze blew across his face, as if countless philosophers were sighing in his ears.

…

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Second Age, 486 years.

When all living things fall into confusion in the "death of science",

——"Apple" will fly into the sky.

The philosopher has gone.

There are only graves under the trees.

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