4.6 Billion Year Symphony of Evolution

"Are you sure not to listen to their ‘recommendations’?”

On a piece of wilderness, a pom-pom and a ‘tree’ are moving slowly. The process of moving this huge tree has caught the attention of many creatures, but there is no creature that wants to do anything about it.

Because its meat is not suitable for the creatures here, but it also proves that ... the world's creatures should not be hostile to the creators themselves.

"Fleece, do you really think so?" The creator said: "The brains... They think these creatures can defeat me, maybe the first step in defeating is to start by listening to their suggestions."

"You chose to grow under their vines from the start..." Pompon said: "So you have started fighting with them."

"Yes, fluff, I will decide in my own way." The creator said: "No advice is needed."

"Is it..." The pompom did not say anything, but watched the creator climb forward.

The speed of the creators is not fast, it is estimated that it will take a long time to climb there. They are creatures that like to stay in one place and not move at all, and continue to grow to other places.

"Fleece, I just talked to you about that place." The creator said: "Our population does have some kind of 'task'. You know, fluff, each creature has its own tasks, some have their own The tasks of biology... are very similar, that is, to acquire resources, grow, and proliferate."

"But there are also some creatures, which were born to be in a daze." The creator points to a stone on the ground next to it: "As for that, they are always in one place. Even if the stars in the sky have changed. It still has no movement."

"There are still some creatures. They all have their own tasks. These tasks are usually engraved in the information in the cell core, or in other places, telling them how to do it..." The creator said: "In addition to the natural tasks." Other things are their own ideas, like war, killing, doing stupid things, etc..."

"I already know. I want the idea of ​​a perfect world...not entirely my own." The creator said: "It is also a 'task', a thing that you liked from the beginning."

"Why, we have this kind of creature? Fluffy, you know that we are not in the scope of the usual creatures, we choose the most effective nuclear information and then use it to let ourselves stand in a world, each of us is dominated by A world, but... this is not exactly our choice."

The creator said: "It seems that this fate has been determined from the beginning...not my ‘mother’.”

“Is it my ancestor? Or is it something older? It seems that from a long time ago, we have such a mission... We are distributed in a vast void. We grow up and make our own world...”

“Maybe our ancestors let us do this...” The creator seems to be caught in a state of ‘contemplation’. It stopped.

"This means that my ancestors are doing these things...but, my ancestors' ancestors? Are they doing this at the beginning?"

"What about my home?"

The creator seems to suddenly think of something, said to the pom-pom: "The original home... There is a vague impression in my memory, it seems to be... yes, I know! I found this!"

The creator's emotions suddenly became excited.

"Those brains... They caught me, not just to 'tame' me, not just hope that I fight for them, they... trying to find something in my memory, they are always trying to do this, and at the same time I also trapped me in a dream, trying to make me wonder if they did this... But after my body left their prison, I knew... fluff, they were always looking for my... hometown."

"Your...hometown?" The pompom questioned: "Is that the place you said?"

"Accurately speaking, it should be the hometown of my ancestors, our first place." The creator said: "There is such a place in the void, it floats in the void, and the brain wants to pass my memory. Learn about it."

"But they didn't succeed... They did a lot of things to me while I was in a dream, but they couldn't explore my depths..." The creator said: "But my memory It is also very vague about this 'hometown'."

"Do you know the location of your hometown?" The pompon questioned.

"I don't know... it's very far away." The creator said: "But I know that this 'hometown' will move, it won't stay in one place, it still carries life, those are Very wonderful life..."

The pompom asked: "Do you want to go back to your hometown? Want to find it?"

"No, fluff, my emotions in my hometown are just curious. I want to know what it is, but I don't want to live there. I still want to create my own world. That is my purpose. I have the highest priority. The purpose of the creator. "Let's move on, fluff, move on in this world."

...a hometown of a creator?

Lin had thought about similar things before. Where did these creators come from? They... there really is a major place...

"Maybe continue to grow, I will recover more memories." The creator said: "The memories are like fragments... ambiguous, but I think they can be combined."

"The combination may need to grow, maybe only... a little stimulating."

"Irritation?" Pompon asked: "What kind of stimulation?"

"The current ambiguity should be the influence of brain spirit. They trap me in a dream and have caused me a lot of influence... I have blurred my memory, so I don't think it needs to grow, just need to stimulate... …what is that?"

Suddenly, the pompons and creators saw that there were several whirlwinds in the sky far ahead.

These whirlwinds were the whirlwinds of the plastic rat, they flew in abundance, and the creators suddenly had the feeling of 'hostility'.

However, Lynn feels that this creature is not hostile because they are spinning slowly, and they also throw a lot of dust into the pompon. The meaning of this dust is...

"We want to take you to where you should go and find the thing that it left behind." (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!

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