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No banquet was eternal. Everything had an end. Everything.
when humans are lost in space, it takes only five minutes to reach totalitarianism.
Similarly, when humans truly enter space and are freed from the Earth, they cease to be human. So, to all of you I say this: When you think about heading into outer space without looking back, please reconsider. The cost you must pay is far greater than you could imagine.
But, in our age, conscience and duty are not ideals: an excess of either is seen as a mental illness called social-pressure personality disorder. You should seek treatment.”
First, being declared a savior was just like being pushed under the guillotine:
The fish who dried the sea went onto land before they did this. They moved from one dark forest to another dark forest.
I like fish. Can I have it? How do we give it to you? Toss it over.
A lovely dream had ended: Dark forest theory had received its final confirmation with the annihilation of Trisolaris.
Death is the only lighthouse that is always lit. No matter where you sail, ultimately, you must turn toward it. Everything fades in the world, but Death endures.”
The child that was human civilization had opened the door to her home and glanced outside. The endless night terrified her so much that she shuddered against the expansive and profound darkness, and shut the door firmly.
In the cosmos, no matter how fast you are, someone will be faster; no matter how slow you are, someone will be slower.
The low-entropy entities of that world clumsily plucked their star—Singer decided to call them the Star-Pluckers—like ancient bards of the home world plucking the strings of the rough country zither, to send out the message. It was this message that contained the self-decoding system.
apparently an answer to the first message sent by the Star-Pluckers! This was already nearly inconceivable, but after that, the Star-Pluckers responded again!
Interesting. Very interesting!
This was how the Star-Pluckers’ coordinates were revealed.
Weakness and ignorance are not barriers to survival, but arrogance is.
A museum was built for visitors; a tombstone was built for the builders.
She had called it humanity’s sunset.
And now, the Sun really was melting, its blood seeping into the deadly plane. This was the last sunset.
Because the starry night was two-dimensional. How could Van Gogh have painted such a thing in 1889? Did he, having suffered a second breakdown, truly leap across five centuries and see the sight before them using only his spirit and delirious consciousness? Or, maybe it was the opposite: He had seen the future, and the sight of this Last Judgment had caused his breakdown and eventual suicide.
In the cosmos, the trail of a curvature propulsion drive could be a sign of danger, as well as a safety announcement.
Cheng Xin now understood that of the three paths of survival presented to humanity—the Bunker Project, the Black Domain Plan, and lightspeed ships—only lightspeed ships were the right choice.
In the end, she had committed another grave error.
The sky was full of eyes staring at her: the eyes of dinosaurs, trilobites, ants, birds, butterflies, bacteria … just the number of men and women who had lived on the Earth possessed a hundred billion pairs of eyes.
You’ve finally experienced something worse than death.
“Maybe. But this is a rarely seen technique. Death lines are usually the products of Zero-Homers.”
The ultimate fate of all intelligent beings has always been to become as grand as their thoughts.
