When AI intelligent people meet fierce gods

"Dr. Wu, the time storm is getting closer and closer to us!"

A young scientist was staring at the display screen, his immature voice was full of panic and despair.

Outside the spaceship, a vortex visible to the naked eye is sweeping in from afar, smashing and devouring countless planets.

Even with the most advanced detectors, there is still no sound of destruction, and all the deaths are silent and terrifying.

The vortex named "Time Storm" is very close to the spacecraft.

Dr. Wu is an elderly woman with gray hair and wrinkles from the vicissitudes of her eyes, walking quickly into the control room.

She stared at the vast sea of ​​stars outside the porthole, and said in a tone that was so calm that it was almost cruel: "We are running out of time, and the escape plan has officially failed."

As soon as this remark came out, all the remaining humans in the spaceship showed despair, leaving only a dead silence.

"But we still hope to preserve the tinder of civilization and declare that we once existed!" Dr. Wu said slowly with a solemn expression, "start the final plan, the tinder plan."

Dr. Wu's words are like a shot in the arm for a dying person.

The crowd cheered up one after another, trying to muster their last energy. Several young scientists stood beside her and walked towards the breeding room deep in the spaceship.

There, the last hope of human civilization is sleeping.

During the 100-year escape career, in order to save survival resources as much as possible, the existing human beings no longer breed naturally, but use artificial breeding rooms to collectively cultivate the next generation.

The artificial intelligence X system in charge of the breeding room raised its round eye lights, like a conscientious nanny, and led Dr. Wu and his party to the final cultivation column.

"The breathing is normal, the heartbeat is normal, the body temperature is normal, it has grown into an adult, and can wake up at any time... This is really the biggest baby I have ever raised." The X system did not know that it was about to be destroyed, and was still joking anthropomorphically.

Inside the transparent cultivation column, the one sleeping was not a child, but a young man with white hair and a handsome figure.

His limbs are slender, his face is handsome, his white hair hangs down softly, and every inch of skin on his body is like the highest imagination and pursuit of "beauty" by human beings.

On the left side of his cheek, a line of inconspicuous digital codes are imprinted on the cheekbone.

0172X

As the liquid in the culture column dropped, the young man opened his eyes, a pair of eyes shining with cold silver gray.

But when he looked at Dr. Wu in front of him, his indifferent eyes gradually became warm.

The cultivation column was opened, and countless mechanical arms automatically put on the special protective clothing for the young man.

Dr. Wu took a step forward with a little excitement, as if she wanted to reach out to touch the young man's cheek, but her palm trembled, and she finally put it down.

"My child, congratulations on being born in this world..." She smiled wryly, "This... a world that is about to be destroyed."

"Do you know what happened?"

The young man tilted his head slightly, and said the first sentence in his life in a tone without ups and downs: "I know."

In this era, human science and technology can create super-light-speed jump spaceships, and roam freely among the stars.You can also conquer different planets and explore the vast universe.

It seems that everything is thriving, but while human civilization focuses on the development of space technology, it ignores the study of time.

In 3010 A.D., a long and narrow black hole appeared in Perseus, devoured the nearby galaxies, and continued to expand, gradually moving closer to Orion.

In 3015 AD, scientists detected that what appeared in Perseus was not a black hole, but an unknown substance composed of countless time turbulences, and named it "time storm".

In 3025 AD, the time storm swallowed most of Orion and approached the solar system.

In order to preserve their own civilization, human beings started the "Escape Plan", built the largest and fastest spacecraft "Spark" in history, fled to the depths of the universe, and tried to stay away from the storm of time.

In 3125 A.D., after 100 years of fleeing, the materials and energy on the Starfire were almost exhausted, and it stagnated in the Abell 2029 galaxy group.

But the space-time storm has never stopped expanding, and the speed of swallowing the universe is getting faster and faster.

Now, finally, the point of no escape has come.

Listening to the white-haired young man recounting the past in a calm tone, Dr. Wu only felt his eyes heat up, and raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes: "Son, do you know your name?"

"0172X." The young man continued, "It is also the code of this universe."

During the 100 years of fleeing, the scientists on the spacecraft did not have any research on the time storm.

With their current technology, although they can't stop the storm of time, they can vaguely explore the countless parallel worlds hidden behind the time along the gap between the turbulent flow of time.

It's a pity that under the pressure of the time storm, the shell of the Starfire spacecraft cannot pass through the turbulent flow of time, and their current technological materials cannot support ordinary people to pass through time...

"...So I was born." 0172X lowered his eyes, stared at the excited Dr. Wu, and said affirmatively.

He is the crystallization of human civilization, the highest combination of mechanical technology and biological technology, and the strength of his body is built with the most advanced technology, which is enough for him to pass through the storm of time.

All the history, knowledge, and culture of human beings in the past are all stored in his genetic cells and chips. He will inherit the identity of human beings and preserve the fire of human civilization for the universe that is about to be destroyed.

Hearing his answer, the surrounding scientists burst into cheers.

They did it!Through the conversation just now, it is obvious that 0172X is not a purely mechanical product, but a new human being with self-awareness.

Amid bursts of cheers, only Dr. Wu, who was in charge of the Tinder Project, took his hand distressedly and said, "Watching you be born is like watching my own child be born."

"If possible, I don't want you to be separated as soon as you are born... My child, you are not a tool. I only hope that in the infinite time in the future, you will not only learn to love humans, but also..."

Before she finished speaking, the spaceship suddenly shook violently.

The space-time storm finally came.

A spaceship capable of withstanding interstellar transitions, under the turbulence of countless times, is like a paper boat, falling apart in an instant.The crowd who were still cheering just now were crushed into powder in an instant.

The only survivor, 0172X, was trapped in the turbulence of time. He saw his creator, Dr. Wu, disappear into time together with the rest of the human race, and only had time to leave his last sentence.

"...learn to love yourself."

At the moment before being engulfed by the storm of time, 0172X looked into the distance of the galaxy.

There used to be a galaxy called the Milky Way, and there used to be a planet called Earth.

It is the birthplace of civilization, the hometown that human beings dream about day and night, and the hometown that Dr. Wu will never return to.

"Goodbye, mother."

0172X said softly, like a condolence to Dr. Wu, and like a farewell to this universe.

Afterwards, he closed his silver-gray eyes and let himself fall into chaos.

……

Earth, China.

"Hello everyone! The cemetery I am walking through now is the mass grave in Ximing Mountain, a famous haunted place nearby..."

Holding a mobile phone in one hand and a dimly lit flashlight in the other, Wu Ming walked on the graveyard full of weeds, while explaining enthusiastically.

It's a pity that the few viewers in the live broadcast room seemed dissatisfied.

【what happened?It's so dark that I can't see anything clearly!Is the flashlight dead? 】

[A few lonely broken graves under the dim light, coupled with a few words of unclear meaning... This is too old-fashioned, isn't there no new routine for the current ghost adventure? 】

【Anchor, I am your fan, but I have to say that this live broadcast is terrible!There is no content, and the tone of your explanation is too enthusiastic, like a black-hearted tour guide who wants to pull tourists into the store for shopping, which doesn't match the atmosphere of the cemetery at all. 】

Seeing the barrage of complaints in the live broadcast room, Wu Ming frowned, feeling troubled.

He is an unknown little anchor. He usually does a lot of live broadcasts, but he doesn't have many fans, and his popularity has always been tepid.

Recently, the live broadcast of supernatural adventures has been very popular. He, who has always been timid, finally mustered up the courage to catch up on the popularity of supernatural adventures, but he did not expect the effect to be poor. Instead, his old fans began to complain.

In order to divert the audience's attention, he cleared his throat and said mysteriously: "Do you know why the residents near Ximing Mountain don't come to the mass grave at night?"

A line of taunting barrages was sent across the live broadcast room again.

【nonsense!Who is free to play on the grave in the middle of the night? 】

Wu Ming continued to lower his voice and said: "When I came to the mountain, an old man at the foot of the mountain who was familiar with the mass graves once told me a local legend."

"It is said that some lonely and helpless women in ancient times died without anyone to take care of their affairs, so they were wrapped in mats by the locals and buried randomly on the top of Ximing Mountain. Over time, this place became a mass grave."

"Countless grievances gather here, and those poor women become grudges."

"It is said that the grieving ghost has white hair. Whenever a passer-by passes by alone at night, the grieving ghost will transform into a beautiful woman, bewitch the passerby, and then drag him into the cracked tomb and eat him..."

He told ghost stories vividly, but unfortunately, the audience in the live broadcast room didn't buy it.

[This kind of old ghost story is worse than my grandma's! 】

[The anchor is talking about the Legend of the White-haired Fairy. Ghost story version. (dog head)]

[Grave: I split open! 】

[What nonsense stories I can make up eighty stories a day! 】

【etc!Anchor, your flashlight seemed to shine on something just now, and you couldn't see it clearly. 】

[I saw it too, anchor, look back, that thing is behind you. 】

Seeing the barrage in the live broadcast room, Wu Ming's heart skipped a beat, he shut his mouth and dared not make a sound, held the flashlight in his right hand, and carefully swept it behind him.

Not far behind him, there stood a solitary tomb without a tombstone. Because it had been weathered for a long time and no one repaired it, half of the tomb had collapsed.

Beside the collapsed tomb, a slender figure was staggering up from the ground, his movements were stiff, as if he had been seriously injured.

The barrage in the live broadcast room suddenly increased.

【Um?There is a real situation, and finally it is not so boring! 】

[Anchor, take us over to have a look. 】

At this moment, Wu Ming only felt frightened, holding the flashlight, and approached cautiously.

After getting closer, I realized that the clothes on the figure were torn and messy.Under the light of the moon, a shockingly white and greasy skin and thin red bloodstains were revealed between the torn clothes.

On the left cheek of the figure, there is still a vague code written.

But in the blink of an eye, those bloodstains healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and disappeared together with the code, leaving only patches of white jade-like skin, making people think that they had just misread it.

Wu Ming's hand trembled for a moment, suppressing the growing fear in his heart, he shone the flashlight on the figure's cheek.

It was a face that only existed in imagination. The eyebrows, eyes and facial features were the interpretation of "beauty" by human beings. The pale hair was scattered on the side of the face, and a pair of inorganic silver gray eyes looked at this side coldly.

The moment Wu Ming saw that face, Wu Ming's brain exploded, he felt his heart beating faster, and his mind went blank.

He froze on the spot with stiff limbs, staring blankly at the white-haired figure walking towards him: "Hello, native of the 0171X universe."

The voice of the white-haired man was clear and cold, like a cold stream formed by melting winter snow in early spring, ethereal and melodious.

"Resentment...resentment..."

"Ghost!!!"

The string in his head that symbolizes reason finally broke, Wu Ming let out a scream, but he didn't hear anything clearly, he just turned around and ran away scrambling.

The legend is true, the grieving ghost can really transform into a beautiful living person, and the grieving ghost's hair is really white... The next step is to drag yourself into the grave and eat him alive!

I don't know how far he ran in one breath, Wu Ming stopped panting heavily, and fell to the side of the road with his limbs sore and limp.

His heart almost jumped out of his throat, he didn't know if he was frightened, or he was still immersed in the beauty of the "Ghost" just now.

But fortunately, he held the mobile phone and the flashlight tightly in his hands, and did not throw them away in a panic.

And the barrage in the live broadcast room has exploded at this time.

[What did I just see?I, see, see, have, beauty, people——]

【Grass!That nonsense ghost story turned out to be true? 】

【No wonder the grieving ghost in the story can confuse people's hearts. Just a face-to-face just now, my heart has already been bewitched~~】

[Anchor, don't run away!go back!Let's take another look at the beauties! ! 】

[Wait, although I only had a glimpse just now, that beauty is obviously a man... Anchor, are you making a mistake? 】

My live broadcast room has never had so many viewers, but the viewers are all asking me to go back to watch the beauty...

Wu Ming twitched the corner of his mouth, naturally he didn't dare to go back, after all he only had one life.

He looked left and right, and found that there was no one following him. He finally let out a long sigh of relief, got up from the ground with difficulty, followed the way he came, and prepared to go down the mountain and go home, ending tonight's adventure live broadcast.

In order to strengthen his courage, he did not dare to close the live broadcast room, but chatted with the audience in the live broadcast room while walking.

"Today is really dangerous. I didn't expect to run into the legendary supernatural event. I only heard about it before... Fortunately, I used to be on the school's track and field team, and I ran fast enough!"

"Speaking of which, the person we bumped into just now seems to be a man? Maybe it's not a grudge, but I misread it?"

"Or is it that now male ghosts are starting to compete for jobs, and they're also doing the jobs of flamboyant ghosts?"

"Forget it, don't care! Anyway, I won't go back if you kill me, so let's stop here today! I have to go home..."

In order not to scare himself, Wu Ming chattered on and on for a long time until a barrage in the live broadcast room caught his attention.

[That... anchor, have you noticed that you seem to be going around in circles, and you haven't walked down the mountain? 】

Seeing this barrage, Wu Ming's heart tightened immediately.

That's right, Ximing Mountain is just a small hill, and he just walked for half an hour while chatting. According to his normal speed, he should have reached the village at the foot of the mountain long ago.

Now, he is still on the mountain road halfway up the mountain, surrounded by dark and steep, weeds that are half a person's height when he reaches out, the mass grave is behind him, and the brightly lit village is not far below the mountain.

As soon as he bent down, he could see the village belonging to the living people, Wu Ming's heart was slightly relieved.

"Just now I was just chatting with you, my walking speed was too slow, now I have to get out of this ghost place quickly."

Wu Ming smiled and explained to the audience in the live broadcast room.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

I walked for another hour on the narrow and winding mountain road, but still did not go down the mountain.

Wu Ming walked slowly at first, then couldn't help trotting, and finally started running wildly.

But no matter how he walked, he kept going back and forth on the mountainside, obviously he had seen the lights of the village at the foot of the mountain, but he just couldn't get through.

"I've run into a ghost wall!" He shouted into the live broadcast room as if breaking down.

[I just met a resentful ghost, and then bumped into a ghost and hit a wall. Today's worst anchor is born! 】

[Anchor, don't panic!I heard that boy urine can break through ghosts and walls, don't be shy, boldly unbutton your pants, and release your nature... Oh, by the way, are you still a boy? 】

[It must be a child, the anchor doesn't look like he has a girlfriend. 】

【I just went to other supernatural anchors and asked what to do when a ghost hits a wall, but no one has replied to me yet, hold on, anchor! 】

[Anchor, look, there is an old lady in front of you. 】

【hiss!In the middle of the night, in the wilderness, I met an old lady... Be careful, anchor! 】

Wu Ming raised his head, and sure enough, he saw a hunched old man on a mountain road not far away, leaning on a walking stick, with a basket of eggs on his arm, walking slowly towards the foot of the mountain.

He cautiously stepped forward, looked at the old lady's face very cautiously, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He had seen this old lady in the village at the foot of the mountain. She was the owner of the homestay he stayed in. She was over 70 this year, and everyone in the village called her "Grandma Li".

In such a strange environment, Wu Ming was overjoyed to see someone he knew suddenly, and hurried over to say hello: "Grandma Li, it's so late, why are you still on the mountain?"

Grandma Li raised her wrinkled face to look at him, opened her mouth with few teeth, and smiled kindly: "So it's you!"

She lifted the basket of eggs on her arm: "Today I went to the other side of the mountain to visit my natal brother, but I came back late, and my legs and feet were slow, so I haven't gone down the mountain until now."

Wu Ming quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and asked again: "Grandma, did you find anything wrong while walking on the mountain? It seems..."

He wanted to say that ghosts hit the wall, but he was afraid of scaring the old lady, so he hesitated.

Granny Li leaned on her cane slowly, and walked down the mountain again: "I walked this mountain road every day, for most of my life, what's wrong?"

"No problem? As long as it's no problem, grandma, I'll help you get your things!" Wu Ming hurried forward, graciously carrying the basket of eggs on his arm.

Walking with the local mountain people, he can always avoid this damn ghost hitting the wall!

Looking at Wu Ming's still brisk footsteps with a basket on his shoulders, Grandma Li slapped her back enviously: "Oh! I'm really old. I'm no more energetic than you young people. I don't sleep and run up the mountain every night..."

Hearing this, Wu Ming was a little embarrassed.

It is really not good for such an old man to move slowly on the rugged mountain road with crutches.

He clipped the live mobile phone to his collar, then squatted down in front of Grandma Li: "Come on, Grandma, I'll carry you down the mountain!"

"Thank you, young man! I really met a kind person today..." Granny Li smiled and lay on his back.

She was old, short and small, and her body was so light that it didn't take much effort for a young man to carry her on his back.

In this way, Wu Ming walked unsteadily in the mountains with the old man on his back, with a flashlight in his mouth, and that faint light was the only light source in this dark night.

Just walking, his footsteps gradually became heavy.

For some reason, the old man who was originally light on his back gradually became heavier and heavier, making his footsteps weak under the pressure, panting heavily, and beads of sweat rolled off his head.

Wu Ming thought it was because he hadn't exercised recently and his physical strength couldn't keep up, so it was too heavy to carry a skinny old lady on his back.

He had a good face, didn't say it, and continued to walk forward with his head buried.

But it was too heavy, and the weight on his back was getting heavier...it was so heavy that he couldn't even take a step.

And at this time, Wu Ming suddenly remembered one thing - Grandma Li's basket of eggs, he seemed to have fallen on the spot when he was carrying someone just now!

Thinking of the egg he had forgotten, he was unable to speak with the flashlight in his mouth, so he hurriedly put the old lady on his back on the ground, wanting to go back and get it.

The old man on his body fell to the ground, but there was a muffled "boom".

Wu Ming was taken aback for a moment, and looked back in disbelief.

In the dim light, from his back, where is the old lady?

It was clearly a coffin painted red!

The coffin stood on the ground, and there was a "creak" sound of nails scratching inside, and the hoarse voice of the old lady came from the depths of the coffin: "Carry me, carry me, carry me..."

Wu Ming was so frightened that his hair stood on end, he turned his head and ran down the mountain desperately.

After running for an unknown amount of time, he only felt a stagger under his feet, as if something grabbed his ankle and pulled him to the ground.

Looking up, I saw that he ran around just now, but circled back to the same place again.The bright red coffin was still standing halfway up the mountain, and the originally tightly closed coffin lid had been opened a crack, and a pale hand protruded from it, tightly grasping his ankle.

"Carry me, carry me..." The voice of the old lady in the coffin came again.

Wu Ming only felt his hair stand on end, and he didn't know where the strength came from. He kicked and kicked that hand repeatedly, but he couldn't kick the shriveled palm off his ankle no matter what.

While struggling, his flashlight rolled down, and the light slanted into the open gap of the coffin.

A rickety figure was exposed to the light, and suddenly let out a scream, and then tried to shrink deeper into the coffin, and the hand also retracted.

It turns out that the things in the coffin are sensitive to light!

After finally breaking free, Wu Ming hurriedly jumped up and picked up the flashlight on the ground.

It's a pity that in order to fit the spooky and terrifying atmosphere during the live broadcast, he deliberately chose a flashlight with a weak light.At this time, after a long time of tossing, the already faint beam of light even began to flicker, and it was about to go out.

At the same time, there was another "creaking" scratching sound from inside the coffin.

The life-saving light is about to go out, and the road leading down the mountain encounters a ghost hitting the wall, and Wu Ming is caught in a dilemma.

Seeing that the coffin lid was pushed away again, he gritted his teeth, turned his head and ran towards the mass grave on the mountain.

It may not be possible to escape from the mountain, but it is the only way right now.

He stumbled and ran among the muddy and dark mountain roads and weeds, but he heard the sound of "hangchihangchi" coming from behind him.

He glanced back, almost scared out of his wits.

A coffin was lying upside down on the ground, and a pair of pale hands protruded from the half-opened coffin lid, grabbing the soil on both sides of the coffin, dragging the heavy coffin, and chasing after him at an extremely strange speed.

And getting closer and closer to him.

Distracted due to fright, Wu Ming tripped over a mound of dirt and fell over. The life-saving flashlight in his hand fell to the ground, and the already extinguished light was almost completely extinguished.

"Carry me, carry me..."

The surroundings were plunged into darkness, and he heard the old lady's voice becoming clearer and clearer.

And the dim flashlight rolled around a few times, and rolled to a person's feet.

Wu Ming, who was lying in the muddy ground, looked up, and saw a handsome and refined young man with white hair, bathed in the faint moonlight, standing in front of him with calm eyes.

A slender hand picked up the flashlight.

"You need help?"