[Quick Transmigration] A report on the adaptation of an AI to society

It is God who moves the players, who moves the pieces.Behind God, what God set up this layout of dust, time, sleep and pain? ——Borges

Heaven is melodious with light hymns, light and heat surround the Lord's sanctuary, seraphs stretch out their voices, crystal balls tremble under the notes, they sing: Holy, holy, holy, Lord of hosts, His The whole earth is filled with light.

The radiance of the Lord shines on all living beings, and the temple is filled with smoke and clouds. In front of the temple, clean stone pillars stand majestically, engraved with the Lord's words and daily actions, and the tops are covered with flower branches and golden leaves.The guardian angels are lined up under the throne of the Lord, holding long swords and looking dignified.The Lord created the heavens and the earth seven days later, and now He will speak the names of all things from His holy tongue. The seven creation angels received the names and honors from the Lord.

Michael offered his sword that slew the old serpent, and the Lord added to it an unquenchable flame;

Gabriel offered his silver lilies, the Lord promised him eternal purity;

Raphael took out the sword of the cherub, and the Lord gave him the honor of guarding the tree of life;

Uriel brandished the flaming sword, saying that you want to represent my order;

Sariel opened his black eyes to the Lord, and the Lord gave him the evil eye to tame all things;

Lemuel gave the Lord a dream, and the Lord let him rule over his vision;

Medalon whispers to the Lord about the piety of Enoch, the innocence with which the Lord gave his child.

The seven archangels perform their duties and stand in front of the seat, and the seven days and seven nights in heaven are allocated in this way.

fucking bullshit.

You sat on the branch with your knees bent, your eyes drifting, and you rubbed the leaves in your hands carelessly. Your fingers were stained with the bitter taste of the leaves, your shoes were thrown on the ground by you, and your bare feet dangled in the air.

"Azrael, I knew you were here."

The red-haired boy is looking up at you under the tree, his smile is as dazzling as the sun.

You let go of your hand, and the crumpled leaves in your hand immediately turned into birds and flew away, chirping and scolding you: "Damn Azrael, plucked all my hair off! Michael (Michael) You don't care!" You glared at it, and the poor bird shuddered and plunged headlong into the canopy.

Your threats can keep this group of phony leaves from running away in unison, and it would not look good to leave you alone on a bare branch-although it also causes the tree to rattle under your ass like a tornado Attack back and forth.

The young man flapped his wings and wanted to fly up, but you kicked him down, "climb the tree." He pursed his lips and ran to climb the tree reluctantly.

"Why are you running so fast? Didn't you agree to go together?" Michel sat down next to you and lowered the branches, which cast swaying shadows on the ground.He put his hand on your shoulder familiarly, you pushed his hand down, shook your clothes in disgust, and said, "Didn't you find this?"

Michael smiled gently, propped his chin and asked you, "What is the name God gave you?"

Instead of answering, you asked, "Your?"

"Michael," he pulled out his saber, and held it in front of you with both hands, with flames jumping on the sword, "Father gave me a sword of flame, let me represent his justice, and I will be "with you" "God-Like One", Prince of God—although to be honest, I kind of hate this title.Now you can tell me, equal exchange. "

You dryly spit out the name: "Sariel."

"That's all?" he asked suspiciously.

You didn't make a sound, just shook your feet on the ground.

Michael—the angel now called Michael—said: "But Father told me so much—so much that I forgot, Azrael, what's the use of hiding it? Speak it, to Can't I just say it?"

You evaded vaguely: "No, these...well! He didn't say anything to me, don't worry about these things, come here, show me your strength."

"Well, it seems that no matter how regretful you are, you won't be moved at all. Then let me show my sincerity. Maybe you will be honest with me after being moved by me?" Michael said himself After talking to himself, he came to your side and stretched out his slender hands in front of your eyes.

"Look at it." He whispered mysteriously in your ear, turned his wrist, and slowly gathered his fingertips, you saw his round fingertips began to shine with light.

"Don't play this old trick, I don't want to see you make No. 11 birds - even if you change the color." You yawned, and Michael put his index finger on his lips, making a silent gesture , "Shh, look, it's different this time." You pouted, but still stared at his movements.

Michael dragged his voice out, "That's it—" Then he sneaked up on you, who was unsteady, and snorted from the branch with a slap.

"Michael!" You screamed and grabbed his hair, he laughed and hugged you, spread his six wings as a cushion, and in the blink of an eye, the two of you fell to the ground together.

You lay on top of Michael, tugging at his long saffron hair angrily, "Your mother!"

"Okay, okay." Michael patted your shoulder reassuringly, but you opened it in a hurry.He shook his red hand, "You are really strong, come on, come on, let me show you."

Michael stretched out his arms while maintaining the posture of being pressed by you on the ground, his lips moved silently and quickly.You stare dumbfounded at countless light spots appearing out of nowhere around Michael, surrounding him, and soon he turns into a large luminous body, even more blinding than the one in the sky, you can't help blinking Eye.

The light quickly appeared and quickly dissipated, and Michael shed a completely different appearance like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon.The appearance of the former boy changed rapidly with the light, and he became a handsome young man. Different from the slightly soft facial features before, his eyebrows and eyes were carved out of the purest marble, his long hair was like a winding flower vine, and his expression was gentle. Compassionate to all living beings, but also awe-inspiring and inviolable.He is so holy and powerful that you are shocked by him when you see him, and you are willing to accept the baptism of your soul for this sight.

The strange young man in front of you raises his hand and gently presses the center of your eyebrows. The heat is transmitted through the place where you touch, and then flows to the fingertips and every corner of the body.You are surrounded by this gentle feeling, and your field of vision is shrouded in a layer of light. There are jumping elves inside, and light laughter. These warm illusions wrap around your eyes and make you relax unconsciously.

"How?" His voice became low, like church bells, "I think it's quite imposing, don't you think?"

You think about your words and say, "Oh, I think that's fine—but I don't seem to know you, who are you?"

"I've expected it," Michael said, "but it's all work. Well, I don't have any other good ideas for the time being. Show me yourself now. Old rules, equal exchange."

Reluctantly, you stand up and shake off the dirt on the hem of your clothes, "Okay, okay, I listen to you, just stay there and don't move."

You fold your arms across your chest, take a step back and stand firm, spreading your wide wings and wrapping yourself from head to toe in six wings.

Michael's brisk voice came in through the layers of feathers: "Hurry up, Azrael, don't be shy, you won't hide yourself in your wings to change clothes, it's very troublesome, why don't you learn from me ,Very simple--"

"Shut up."

"You're so shy, you've always been like this." You could see Michael's hooliganism through his tone, it seemed that the mature appearance didn't bring the same level of mental maturity.

You quickly retracted your wings, crossed your chest and looked down at him: "Okay, have you seen enough?"

Michael didn't answer, but was a god who half propped up his body and stared at you in a daze for a long time.

You squatted in front of him and patted his face vigorously, "Hey, are you okay? Hey! Is there something wrong?" You held his shoulders and shook them back and forth impatiently.

"No, it's just as I imagined."

Michael came back to his senses, he seemed to have bitten his tongue, he hesitated for a long time at you, unable to utter a complete sentence.

You reached out and patted his head, Michael fell on his back and hit the ground with a "bang" on the back of his head.

"Are you ready?" you asked.

"Okay." Michael nodded slightly, stretched out his hand to stroke your drooping black hair, "You are beautiful, very beautiful, but I can't use any words to praise you."

Michael spread his five fingers and gently closed your side face: "But my father has not given me such a beautiful word as you, Sariel, I can only compare you to the night, shining with stars."

"This is too exaggerated." You muttered, gently rubbed your hot earlobe, and lay down next to Michael.

You haven’t changed much, but you have become a little more mature, your facial features have expanded a little, you’ve grown a little taller, and your hair has grown a little. It’s incomparable to Michael’s miraculous transformation. He is indeed too exaggerated.

The pure sky of the seventh heaven casts its dappled gaze through the overlapping foliage on the meadows and you of the meadows.

"It won't be so leisurely in the future," Michael said, "There are a lot of things going on in Eden."

You laughed softly, and put your hands behind your head, "After all, you are the 'Angel of the Sleepless', Michael, by the way, Eden—it's the Lord's Mud Garden, is it okay there?"

"Father is very satisfied with his work and is planning to give him more."

"More?"

"Brilliant honours, holy titles, and a wife or something."

Your laughter rolls in your throat, "That's so kind."

Michael gave a nonchalant "hmm" and said, "Why didn't you come when Adam was born? I called you."

"I don't care, it's always been like this."

Michael tilted his head and showed you a gentle smile, "Okay, but we will spend less time together like this, if someone still treats you... you must tell me, remember?"

"Come on, I don't just stand and get beaten."

Michael's emerald green eyes stared at you, "You say that every time, but every time you..."

You fell asleep.

The author has something to say:

The reference material for this section is the angel war part of the "Dead Sea Document" and the messy angelology material, but don't treat the text as serious material QAQ!Because the information on the Internet is really different and unreliable at all, I had to add some self-understanding after processing, so that everyone can enjoy reading it, and don't forcefully substitute the "Bible" into it!After all, the Bible is an adventure story...

PS: I want to advertise for Borges~