Zerg: I ​​am the real white moonlight in the Zerg

What will humans create after mastering the technology of gene editing?

They said they wanted to create a God who would bring paradise, destroy death, and achieve eternal life.

The 22nd century, a magical era.

After witnessing the magnificence of the universe, humans entering the interstellar age have created countless space stations, which they call the Garden of Eden, due to the rapid development of technology.

There were only geniuses in the Garden of Eden.

There was only virtue in the Garden of Eden.

There was no bewitching serpent in the Garden of Eden.

However, there was no fruit of life that could bring immortality in the Garden of Eden. The tree of the knowledge of good and evil only had good fruit, and the evil fruit had long been eliminated from the genes by the technology of creation.

As gene editing technology became more mature, by the end of the 22nd century, an almost crazy plan was born.

God-making plan.

What kind of god should be created?

God should be immortal and omnipotent. Most importantly, people who claim to be the Creator clearly know that this created God must have a loving heart.

Immortality. Sorry, gene editing technology hasn't been around long enough to prove this is possible, but we have to give it a try, right? Scientists always do this.

Omnipotent? Let the chains of genes disappear completely! Morality and law should not constrain the pace of life evolution. It is time for people to be born with fish tails and wings, abandon the shackles of the world, break away from the heavy and cold machinery, and use a lighter way to measure the sky and the ocean.

The era of the stars and the sea has already arrived, so why should we stick to those outdated ancient rules?

No one knows what will happen, but everyone is looking forward to it.

Even if it was a short-lived god? It was still a god, wasn't it?

So the capricious creators put a √ on the schedule.

Gotta love people…gosh, that’s the most important thing isn’t it?

Fortunately, the creators have not been blinded by the great cause of creating gods. They still remember the rise and fall and survival of the race.

But how can we ensure that God must love man and love His Creator?

The gene in charge of virtue was ready to move, saying, "Let me do it, let me do it, I will teach a perfect god, and loving people is His instinct."

So the creators added it to the schedule in their hands, and also added an unnecessary and long-obsolete nine-year compulsory education plan.

There has to be something for God to do, they said.

So the Creator's plan shows this:

Immortality - maybe.

Omnipotent - maybe that's it.

Lover - this...it seems that it is not certain.

This won’t do. How can the great cause of creating a god have so many uncertainties?

Then let’s create 30,000 geniuses before creating gods.

Thirty thousand is the base number. All possible defects are selected and all necessary basic configurations are neutralized, just to make the plan of creating a god foolproof.

"And then?" Patten asked.

"And then..." Bai Meng seemed a little sleepy, yawned and said, "Thirty thousand geniuses were born."

"One of them is me."

"As for the other geniuses who were born with me, some were defined as threats and were eliminated. Some simply could not bear the genes that exceeded their limits and died from the backlash of the genes in their bodies. Some died by suicide. Some tried to escape. Some gave up on existence and turned into a pool of meat paste. Some cried to death because they loved their loved ones too much. Some were born for only one second and died because their brains were overclocked... In short, I was the only one left in the end."

"I'm not a success, Paten, but I'm not a failure either."

"The reason I was lucky enough to survive was probably because... the gene they programmed for me did not awaken."

"Or rather, only part of it has awakened."

"So, I became the most stable one, the only successful one who lived to the age of eighteen."

Paten hugged Bai Meng tightly, his heart twitching like tears: "You only lived to the age of eighteen?"

"Yes, I only lived to the age of eighteen." Bai Meng patted his back gently, indicating that it was all in the past.

"We are not defined as human beings, Paten. We are just the predecessors of the God-making Project, 30,000 tools."

"So... I, the only one left, will get infinitely close to God."

He suddenly laughed: "So when I heard 008 say that there are bugs who want to become gods, besides feeling a bit childish, I also felt a sense of fatalistic absurdity."

"Becoming a god and creating gods, in the final analysis, are all just for greed."

"Every month since I was three, they would bring me a dead body with its eyes open."

"They said, these are the people I should have saved, these are the people who died because of my incompetence, these are... the people I killed..."

"Absolutely ridiculous!"

Paten couldn't help but rebuke the child for saying such vicious words to a three-year-old child.

His lord is so good.

Bai Meng kissed his eyelashes that were trembling with anger: "It's okay, Paten, it's all over."

"I know that's not true, Patten, but they are right about one thing."

"I do have the ability to save them."

"My life, my soul, my mind and my body are all gifts from them."

"In that case, I should give them what I owe them before I become an adult. Moreover, those studies are indeed beneficial to the future of mankind."

"But on the day of adulthood, I was too tired, Paten. Even if I died, no one would care. The family would only care whether there would be another me."

"After I destroyed all the data related to the God-making Project, when I opened my eyes again, I saw Lorraine."

"So this world gained a new insect cub who knew nothing, and that world lost an insignificant person."

"That's it, Patron, that's it."

Bai Meng hugged Paten and said, "In fact, until now, I am not sure whether I am the insect offspring of Helios and Sais."

"Is it rebirth? Or possession?"

"If it's the former, then this is a happy reunion; but if it's the latter, then I'm a despicable thief."

The wind blew the branches of the green plants stored on the windowsill.

Paten finally understood why Bai Meng felt so guilty after Lorraine's death.

That group of people, who could be called the Creator...only gave him a loving heart but did not teach him how to be loved.

"stupid."

He pinched Bai Meng's cheek and said, "Whether it's Helios or Sais, or Grandpa Perion, their love for you is real. You live in this world as Bai Meng, not as this body, right?"

"If you really want to nitpick, at least Lorraine, me, Sis, and Marshal Yan...the one we've always known is you, right?"

"And I'm sure it's the former."

Bai Meng blinked and let him pinch her cheek: "Why?"

"Father Helios once told me about Father Sais's symptoms of soul loss. His soul was connected to an indescribable existence. Don't you think it's very similar to what you call time travel?"

"But that's not even in the same time and space, Paten."

Paten raised his eyebrows: "That's why it's indescribable."

"Okay, okay, since my queen said so," Bai Meng said helplessly, "then I can only believe it."

The next second after saying this, Bai Meng wanted to tell Paten that it was time to go back and rest, but unexpectedly, a gust of wind blew his face.

Only praise him, not Patern.

"Father Xiong," Bai Meng buried her face in Paten's arms, trying to avoid the first lesson from Father Xiong in her life: "I was wrong. I shouldn't have underestimated myself."

"So you really have always been here..."