Chapter 955: Does the fire of civilization still exist?

Chapter 955: Does the fire of civilization still exist?

Being alone is forgotten in the depths of the vault. Hao Ren can't imagine how it feels, but from this small room, he can see the traces left by the old man in these 900 years. A glimpse of his life. He used discipline and will to force himself to continue to watch as planned, because he used to be the best talent in the ark; he once arrogantly squandered his time and supplies in this room because he was just an ordinary human; He was awakened from the false self-discipline and meaningless squandering, and left all the history he knew here in the last decades of his life, because he was the last "parent" left by this civilization.

"I was only awake in the second half of my life, so I had to double my efforts to make up for the vain time." The old man whispered and his voice was vague. "The only thing that is fortunate is that I am really healthy, medicine. The judgment of the family is correct. I can live healthy and healthy for a long time. This life should have been used for reconstruction, but I was trapped in this room, so I used it for nearly twenty years to leave those things. Our history , our culture, our traditions, where do we come from, why do we leave our hometown... That is my longest waking, I work day and night, every time I find myself with a white hair, I am terrified. I am almost crazy I lost, but I didn’t dare to go back to the dorm room, because I don’t know if I can get up again if I lie down... I am getting older. In the last few years, I spend half of my time every day. Next to the window..."

The old man trembled and raised a finger, pointing to the door, where a small window was inlaid, and in the days of his intermittent waking, the window was the only channel he could see.

"I looked outside, sometimes it would have hallucinations. I saw some dormant cabins suddenly open, and the children jumped out from them, healthy and energetic. But sometimes they also saw terrible things... those sleeping cabins Falling on the bridge. There is blood seeping out from inside. I finished the last bit of work in this state, it is time to rest," the old man's muddy eyes looked at the corner of the room, where he was lying for hundreds of years. . "So I went back there, and this time I didn't set the time to wake up. My meat is already one hundred and three years old. It's not necessary to wake up again."

This is the life of the last "parent" of the Ark.

When the ignorant children panicked into the refuge city, their “parents” were still asleep, when the children struggled to survive in an empty city. Their "parents" can only watch the dormant cabins that have become empty. The first settlement occurred in the city of the refuge, the first batch of new generations appeared, the first kingdom appeared, the first division occurred, the first failure occurred, the first power outage, the first winter, the first artificial gravity Downtime... The last guardian of civilization can only be trapped here, nothing, fear. Anger, and finally cheered up, engraving the history of the entire race on the wall, from youth to middle age, and from middle age to elders...

The children in the refuge city and their descendants slowly forgot everything in the difficult life of 800 years, and eventually forgot where they came from. The only thing that can connect them to the watchmen in the vault is probably the name of the reactor at the end of the "world": the ancestor.

“Why should I write these things on paper and on the wall?” Lily asked curiously. “Don't you prepare other textbooks?”

"Because it lasted longer," the old man twitched, showing a tough smile. "The outside equipment has been unmaintained for hundreds of years, and they will always break, but the things written on paper can be kept for a thousand years, and the things carved on the wall can be kept for 10,000 years. As long as this place is still closed, even I can still save it for a long time... I have always believed that the children are still alive, but the host that wakes them up has a problem. Once they wake up and I am already dead, they can still find my manuscript."

After the old man said this, he was silent for a long time, and finally he looked at Hao Ren. Break the silence again: "I want to ask again, are they still alive?"

"Their descendants are still alive." Hao Ren replied cautiously.

"Oh, is that...so many generations have passed..." The old man slowly nodded and felt something in his mind, but he still asked, "Why are our cultures and traditions still there? spread?"

Everyone looked at each other until Vivienne broke this slogan: "A lot of generations have passed...you know what will happen."

The old man was silent and slowly walked towards the long table where the manuscripts were piled up. He refused Hao Ren’s help and Nangong’s help in May, but he personally sorted out the manuscripts in order, piled them together in order, and then he tried I moved those things up but he didn't have the strength.

"I will help you," Lily rushed forward and rushed through the thick manuscript. "Where to move?"

"Take me to see...the descendants of those children." The old man looked up at Hao Ren, his eyes calm, no sadness.

"You will be disappointed." Vivian said next to him.

The old man only had one answer: "I am already dying."

Hao Ren nodded and took a living collar from the portable space and handed it over: "Put it on. We will go through a place full of radiation, this thing will keep you safe."

For the first time in 900 years, the old man left his room for the first time. When he stepped out of the door, his body obviously had a sharp shake, but he waved his hand and refused the support of the Nangong in May, almost swearing: " I have to go see them myself."

In front of the gates of the ancestors, there are more and more people in the crowd.

The alarms issued by the blood servants alarmed everyone in Wangcheng, and then in the soldiers and civilians, the strange sayings of "the ice flame witch" were madly transmitted. All the princes and aristocrats were alarmed, and the bachelors also ran away. Looking for an answer between the library and the ancient altar, the crowd emerged from the king's city, and a group of people gathered in the open space in front of the ancestral furnace.

The traces of frosty cold and plasma flames on the earth make these superstitious and ignorant people fearful, and the strange movements that are constantly coming from the ancestors are even more alarming.

When Hao Ren led the old man out of the exit from another control station on the high ground, he saw a crowd of people, the residents of the shelter were crowded in the "plain" below, they argued, worship Prayer, as if waiting for the believers of God.

The giant generators in the ancestral furnace have been repaired, and the self-regulatory machines are waiting for the next order, so Hao Ren sent a start signal to the generator set, and a deep roar came from the depths of the ancestors.

The roaring sound grew from small to large, and then gradually became smoother. The residents of the shelters waiting in the open space were shocked by the sudden sound of the sound, and they began to groan. Then they saw that the already dim lights in all directions suddenly recovered. The light, the entire enclosed space is followed by bright, and the two giant iron wheels on the distant king city slowly began to rotate, and these people finally realized what happened: the heart of the world began to jump again.

So everyone fell, including the generals and the ministers, all of whom were devout in front of the ancestors, and praised the light and warmth in unison.

At the side of Hao Ren, the old man looked at it with surprise: "What are they doing?"

"Celebrate the heart of this world and start to beat again, praising the gods and lowering the grace," Hao Ren sighed softly. "Wei Weian said, you will be disappointed that these people have no idea what the Ark is all about. Their whole world is this. More than a hundred kilometers of spherical shell space, these people have been thriving here for generations, and now they have returned to the barbaric. They split into four kingdoms, fighting each other, they think that their world is created by God, outside the ark It’s a sea of ​​water, they even think that their world is a huge turtle...”

"Turtle... We used this to comfort the children. We said that the Ark is like a tortoise shell, it will protect everyone from harm," the old man voice is low. "They still remember this at least."

Hao Ren was silent for a few seconds, and he had to make a final conclusion from the position of the examiner: "Although unfortunately, your civilization has been interrupted."

The old man did not answer. He just quietly looked at the situation below. He listened to the voices of the ruins of the Ark, who were tattered and original. He finally smiled and smiled like a child: "They still speak the language of their ancestors. Isn't it?" (^)