Chapter 1 Preface The Last Supper

Chapter 1 Preface The Last Supper

2020 AD

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There was a tearing roar in the distance.

Huge sheets of ice slid off blackened mountain peaks and crashed into surging seas.

The tyrannical sea of ​​ice is surging and surging, as if it continues to the end of the world. Then the wind blows from the end of the world, smelling of ashes and dust.

The world suddenly became so small.

The towering sky seems to be pressed down, turning into pure white iron. Through the huge cracks above, one can glimpse the gradually dimming and extinguishing stars in the universe.

It's like lights that melt into the darkness after the power is lost.

It seems that there is nothing in the vast world, only the tallest narrow platform in the world and the temporary work cabin are left.

A fishing rod was set up from the edge of the platform, and the fishing line was thrown into the sea, and the buoy was undulating in the turbid water.

The bored angler wears a felt hat and reclines on his folding chair.

As if to pass the time, he even brought an old chessboard with him, ignoring the loud cracking noise in the distance, and casually fiddled with the chess pieces on it.

It seems that after a long period of time, it is difficult for the black and white chess pieces to come together, the 'people are dying', and the only remaining 'king' and 'bishop' are also incomplete, with cracks everywhere under the weathering of the years.

Even the chessboard was missing a large corner, and the black and white grids were distorted and mixed together, forming a large chaotic gray.

But what is surprising is that no matter how shaken the mountain is, those chess pieces have always stood firmly on their own territory, never wavering in the slightest.

"President, NASA has sent a message—"

The assistant with thick glasses came out of the cabin and carried the last luggage: "——The fourth settlement is completed, and the New York Stock Exchange has uploaded it. They are about to evacuate, and they wish us a smooth job."

"It's time to get out."

The president shook his head unhappily: "The guys in the Administration Bureau are really troublesome. They are always dawdling, and it is not easy to move."

"You need to keep a backup. After the fall of 'Heaven', the data transfer can only rely on the hard disk."

"Don't be stupid, kid." The president snorted. "Those guys just like to enjoy the feeling of stepping on the bell, as if they are professional and punctual. Tsk, ten minutes early will not kill anyone."

"Ah ha ha."

The assistant smiled awkwardly and didn't say anything else. After getting closer, he saw the computer thrown beside the chessboard. Except for the two pages that just searched for 'how to fish in the Himalayas', there was only a real-time satellite cloud image left on the screen.

The satellites from the old NASA, until now, are still tenaciously maintaining their mission, and meticulously transmitted back the pictures overlooking from space.

It's a pity that what's on the screen is no longer the beautiful stars of the past, but riddled with holes.

Numerous messy cyclones covered the entire azure, but under the thick or thin typhoon clouds, there were shocking burns one after another.

And at the same time, a huge crack slowly emerged from the satellite image, a line of crimson spread from a huge scale of thousands of kilometers, rapidly extending and expanding, pulling the surrounding withered and yellow continents and black-gray oceans, finally breaking A hurricane was triggered, tearing another hole in the atmosphere.

"Is that an earthquake?"

The assistant sighed in amazement, and leaned over, "It's amazing, I didn't expect it to be so spectacular."

The president looked up, and immediately understood: "It's the geothermal explosion. After the core of the earth began to cool, the third wave of shocks is being released from the continental plates of North America and South America. If you leave it alone, it will happen in about sixty years. Come to an end...Look, New York, sinking into the sea."

"What a shame, I haven't seen the Statue of Liberty yet."

"I've been there."

The president withdrew his gaze, "It's really not interesting..."

There was a sudden roar in the distance, and there seemed to be some light in the depths of the ocean. The crimson was rolling in the darkness, reflecting the painful burning light from under the earth's crust.

Foehn blows from the end of the sea, carrying gray dust and white mist, as if covering the whole world.

It was as if the whole world was boiled by sea water.

"It's really similar to Teppanyaki." The president said suddenly.

"Um?"

"Teppanyaki, didn't I bring you to eat last time? It tastes very good."

The president seemed to be sleepy, lying on the chair, covering his face with a hat, as if he was about to fall asleep, and his voice was soft like a dream: "A long time ago, a friend in Yingzhou told me that iron Panyaki is actually divided into Kanto and Kansai. People generally eat the Kanto kind, which is easy and simple, but the real beauty is the Kansai flavor.

Because it will only apply a thin layer of oil on the iron plate at the beginning. As long as the temperature is sufficient, the fat of the ingredients themselves can cook themselves. It is said that only in this way can the natural deliciousness and original taste of the ingredients be eaten... "

The assistant was silent for a moment, "Sounds really cruel."

"Yes, but aren't human beings such cruel creatures?" The president asked back: "If you can live by eating, you will eat. This is the simplest truth, the evil rooted in human nature.

At the beginning, they swallowed thunder and fire, burned the wilderness, dug coal mines, and then extracted oil. When the oil was insufficient, they coveted fission... Now, even if the world is about to die, it will not let go.

As far back as our ancestors put Neanderthals in the recipe, things got out of hand. "

The assistant turned his head and looked at the man on the recliner, but he couldn't see his face clearly through the hat, and couldn't tell whether the man's eyes were pity, or the ridicule and mockery he was familiar with in the past.

During the long silence, the sky became darker and darker, and the originally pure white sky gradually became darker, until finally, the phantom light behind the clouds gradually shrank and dissipated...

"Is the sun dying too?"

"Yeah, the power of the Pillar of Essence has begun to end."

"The storm is blowing again."

"kindness."

"Will it stop this time?"

"Who knows?" The president stood up slowly and put the hat back on his head, "No matter how you change it, this is no longer a land where human beings can live... Haven't you seen it? Except for the pain of this whole body , it's gone."

He paused and murmured softly, "This is our last supper."

The last cigarette was lit.

The fire was extinguished, and a line of green smoke curled up.

Right on the computer screen, all the representative satellite signals gradually went out, replaced by weird emblems one after another. They ran on the pitch-black screen, as if gods were running on their own abyss, with indescribable sternness and majesty.

Utopia, online.

The Institute of Survival, online.

Administration Bureau, online.

The Stone Cauldron Society, the Bronze Hand, the Graveyard of the Homeless...

Across the black screen and its own emblem, it seems that there are countless eyes cast on this last land, welcoming the arrival of the final moment.

All the guests have been seated, waiting for the final curtain to be lifted.

Staring at the broken chessboard.

The assistant swallowed nervously and carefully looked at the pocket watch in his hand. The moment the hour and minute hands overlapped, he raised his head like an electric shock and reported, "The Pillar of Essence has been warmed up."

"……etc!"

The president suddenly frowned, as if listening attentively.

Not only the assistants, but the emblems on the screen also seemed to be serious, as if they were facing an enemy.

Immediately afterwards, that guy suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out the fishing rod, and something actually pulled out from the sea. It looks fluffy, like a cat, but it has a fish-like tail, which is indescribably strange.

"Aha, after waiting for two hours, there are still results. Who said that Qiandu Encyclopedia is unreliable?" The president smiled and looked at his "harvest": "It's really destined, little thing! But what do you think? They don’t look like fish, can you eat them?”

"..."

Everyone was silent and did not speak.

I don't want to talk to him.

Pulled up by the fishing rod, the little thing opened its mouth and barked twice, stretched out its two small front paws to scratch his face, but he shoved it into the fishing basket casually.

After returning to the sea, it settled down, turned over, and didn't bother to move.

"Okay." The president stuffed the fishing rod and bucket into the assistant's arms, and lifted his chair, "Get ready to go."

He reached out and took the white chariot from the chessboard.

With his movements, it was as if the last lights were going out.

The sun, high above the sky, was lost.

Everything in the world fell into darkness.

After losing sight of the light, I could no longer hear any wind, because everything except them stopped abruptly, as if time had been frozen.

The first thing to leave is the universe, because a slender and slender palm came from nowhere and took off the black queen—the Utopia removed the astral foundation—then the original darkness faded away, and countless stars disappeared. Only meaningless emptiness remains.

The next thing to do was the remnants of the ocean, the surviving court removed the evidence of existence, and the black bishop disappeared without a trace. Whether it's a monstrous tsunami or a boiling crimson sea, all living water in this world is rapidly falling and collapsing, and in the end, only a dark seabed is left.

Then, the white bishop disappeared like an illusion, and the governing bureau turned off the brilliant light, so everything was quiet, the roaring crust fell into silence, and the lava gushing out of the cracks quickly solidified, losing all heat...

Today, Asia, Europe, Africa, South America, North America; barren lands, tyrannical oceans, icy or hot hurricanes, or above the sky... everything is being destroyed in an orderly manner.

Only the low-pitched screams of the world's disintegration remained.

It was like the strings of a piano were broken one by one, and in the end, only a hollow echo remained.

In this huge and lonely destruction, Old Gaia·Earth VIII ushered in its own ending.

After the last cigarette was smoked, only the last outline remained of this riddled world, and the last unclosed door beside the president.

"The fourteenth abandoned Eden and the Promised Land..."

The president quietly stared at the empty chessboard in front of him, and took out a bouquet of pure white flowers from his bosom, dew still remained on the petals from nowhere.

Like tears, dripping in the cracks of the chessboard.

"Thank you for your shelter and patience over the past three hundred years. It's really hard work."

He took off his hat, bid tenderly farewell to all this:

"—One day, let us meet in another hell."

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Finally, the door closed.

In the eternal darkness and silence, the meaningless space shrinks inward, and the lingering spectrum begins to blue shift in vain. With the collapse of the four fundamental forces, the chessboard and flowers disappear into nothingness.

The annihilation of Earth 8 is complete.

The fourteenth World Destruction Plan of the International Astronomical Society is thus completed.

At the last moment, a gleam of light emerged from the chessboard, outlining the queen's pure white outline in Hua's weeping tears, flying into the distance like a shooting star.

The old world dies again, as it has done countless times in the past.

Then, a new world arrives.

Everything works as usual.

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This is the surviving record ninety years ago, the last vestiges of the glorious era.

Since then, there has been no such glory.