My sister is Luna

While the computer was charging, Cain began trying to question the awakened Sun Wukong.

"Who are you...?" Sun Wukong, covered in fur, sat cross-legged on the ground, looking around with confusion and curiosity.

They speak the same language, but because he hadn't spoken for a long time, Sun Wukong's speech was a little stuttering and awkward, but communication was not a problem.

"My name is Cain, and they are Li Bai, Hua Mulan, and Cheng Yaojin. And you... Demon... Brother, what's your name?"

"Sun, Sun Wukong." These stuttering words confirmed Kaito's earlier guess.

"Wukong, what are you doing here?"

Kain was surprised that the other party was indeed Sun Wukong, but he didn't seem to have recovered from his thousand-year slumber. Kain didn't pursue the matter further, hoping to get some information about the Tower of the Sun from him.

"No, I don't know."

"What is that capsule?"

"No, I don't know."

Sun Wukong looked completely bewildered, unable to answer any questions. His memory only extended to his death at the Tower of the Sun and his long, unconscious sleep. Yet, he felt a sense of unreality, as if he were dreaming or watching someone else's movie, with himself merely an observer.

Cain had some doubts about whether this Sun Wukong was really the same Sun Wukong. Could it be just a coincidence of names?

He has many secrets...

At this moment, Cheng Yaojin, who was standing next to the capsule, carefully held the computer. After seeing the battery fully charged on the screen, he shouted, "Fully charged!"

Cain took the computer, pressed the button, and the screen lit up. Everyone held their breath, intently watching what was about to appear on the screen—the screen changed, and a lock appeared.

"There's a password inside." Cain sighed, his hopes dashed.

"I'll try it first." Following the principle of starting with the simple and progressing to the difficult, Cain randomly entered a string of numbers.

"I guessed right?" Cain exclaimed in surprise, and everyone looked at the screen together.

The interface is very clean, with only some basic software. At first glance, there are no important files. The screen is a touch screen. Cain first opened Notepad, and there were a series of diary entries. The size was more than 1TB.

This is a god's diary. Looking at the simplified Chinese characters that are almost identical to those in his previous life, Cain realized.

The diary entries are as follows:

I am Chen S.bo, a literature researcher and psychologist.

公元2509年7月1日，即毁灭历元年1月1日，这是方舟上新的纪年。

This was also the first day I started writing a diary on this antique laptop, and everything that happened afterward will be recorded in simplified Chinese.

Today, I am grateful that I am one of the survivors, and I don't have to stay on the space station and Earth to wait for death. Earth's lifespan has come to an end, or rather, humanity has tortured it to death. Excessive and exploitative development has accelerated its demise, and this day has finally arrived.

Humanity faced the greatest catastrophe in its history, watching as its once blue and beautiful planet began to crumble and collapse, seemingly emitting silent wails, spewing molten lava and blood, ultimately hanging in space like a zombie or a rotting fruit, revolving around the sun as it always had. This was a silent internal death, and the tragic scene brought tears to the eyes of many on the spaceship, for less than five million people had escaped, while the remaining 12 billion had perished. Their families might be among these victims, and the beautiful things they had worked so hard for were now being destroyed before their very eyes.

I cried too, because we have no home anymore; humanity is now like a rootless duckweed floating in the universe.

Looking at the deep starry sky, I felt insignificant, and even the destroyed Earth seemed insignificant. In this vast and cold starry sky, even death would be inconspicuous.

In the darkness, I felt as if a thread connecting me to the earth had snapped. I felt inexplicably panicked and confused, unable to understand why my future might be like the wind, and I was filled with uncertainty about what lay ahead.

January 2nd, Year 1 of the Destruction Calendar.

After a day of rest and repairs, the Ark officially set sail from the Mars base station. Only a little over 100,000 people remained at the station, attempting to establish an environment similar to Earth's ecosystem on Mars. Accompanying them were five starships: Golden Age, Azure Space, Natural Choice, Gravity, and Life. These six colossal vessels carried humanity in search of a new home.

The spaceships are all equipped with complete ecological circulation systems, with the Ark being the most complete, housing more than 700,000 people.

On the spaceship, I was assigned to the position of a psychologist, along with dozens of other colleagues.

"This is the first time that mankind has truly entered space."

“Oh…I understand what you mean: In the past, no matter how far humans flew in space, they were just kites released by Earth, connected to Earth by a spiritual thread. Now that thread is broken.”

"Yes, the line is broken. The most significant change is that it's not because the hand that was pulling the line has loosened its grip, but because that hand has disappeared. The Earth is heading towards its end. In fact, it has already perished in our minds. These six spaceships of ours have no connection with any other world, and there is nothing around us except the abyss of space."

This is one of the comments made by my patients. Yes, the next day, a patient with psychological problems appeared. Without the ground to stand on, the cold steel floor constantly erodes the soul. Humanity is like a child in the universe, just as it stumbled in the primitive era of the earth.

As I watched the gray, dying star gradually disappear into the distance, I felt an indescribable sorrow.

Yes, I must admit that the person's words perfectly expressed my thoughts. Many people share the same feelings and thoughts as me. We have become a kite that has broken free of its reins, flying towards the unknown "sky" with trepidation in our hearts. I pray for the mercy of fate.

Having bid farewell to the dead Earth, we embarked on a cosmic journey aboard our spaceship, searching for a new home—a habitable planet in the M87 nebula, a journey expected to take 120 years.

At this moment, I felt a little envious of those believers who have faith in God, because they still have Jesus in the distance to support them. People like us in reality have begun to feel lost and can only rely on our own beliefs to keep going. One day, we will fall into madness and nihilism.

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January 1nd, Year 5 of the Destruction Calendar.

The Life-Bound spacecraft disintegrated and merged into the other five spacecraft.

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January 29nd, Year 7 of the Destruction Calendar.

I've been in a lot of pain these past two months, but I can also feel that humanity's universal moral compass is gradually being built up, and the foundation is being laid.

A new, well-organized system was established on the five spaceships, resembling a small nation. To ensure sufficient energy for reaching their new home, the leaders implemented a hibernation program.

Two hundred thousand people will remain awake to manage and pilot the Ark, while the remaining five hundred thousand will enter hibernation. Hibernators and awakened individuals will rotate in an orderly manner, with each cycle lasting ten years. When a large number of people are needed, they will be awakened one by one.

To conserve resources, reproduction will be temporarily suspended, but other activities are still permitted.

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December 10th, Year 10 of the Destruction Calendar.

The Ark has reached 40% of the speed of light. Ark, move forward four times.

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December 18th, Year 1 of the Destruction Calendar.

The Ark has reached 50% of the speed of light. Ark, move forward five.

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December 50th, Year 20 of the Destruction Calendar.

The Ark has reached almost 99.99% of the speed of light. Ark, move forward ten.

At this rate, we can reach our new home 20 years earlier.

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December 67th, Year 6 of the Destruction Calendar.

A nebula storm caused us to lose our way in space, deviate from our course, and lose contact with other spaceships. We seemed to have stumbled into some unknown territory.

An energy crystal called the Heart of the Universe was captured; it is beautiful.

After failing to make contact with other spaceships, Ark decided to continue its journey alone, hoping to rendezvous at its destination.

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December 67th, Year 8 of the Destruction Calendar.

I experienced something unprecedentedly bizarre. Was it a dream? I hope so. It was terrifying. I want to write it down, but I dare not. My mind is a complete blank, and I hear mutterings echoing in my ears. Today's diary entry is something I forced myself to write. There are many more mental patients now, constantly questioning themselves and searching for meaning. And there's a new group of believers.

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December 67th, Year 9 of the Destruction Calendar.

Indifference, a fearful indifference, as if a pair of eyes were watching us from the shadows, as if looking at ants.

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December 67th, Year 10 of the Destruction Calendar.

It was unanimously agreed that we should encase our bodies in cold, semi-biological machinery, and forever protect our sanity with steel. At least then we can still be considered human.

I am Mr. Chen.

But a new home still seems a long way off...

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毁灭历80年9月9日，即创世历元年1月1日。

We've found a new home!

Although it is not a planet on M87, it is just as beautiful as Earth, a blue-purple planet.

All members unanimously agreed to make this planet their new home and, to celebrate, set a new calendar.

At the same time, humanity is not alone; there is life on this planet, which is a great discovery!

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January 2nd, the first year of the Genesis Calendar.

We use sperm and egg banks to conceive the most natural new humans. Looking at those tiny lives taking shape, I feel like God created humans.

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November 1, Year 3 of the Genesis Calendar.

Feng Sheng changed his name to Nuwa, and we became gods, gods of men, which immediately sparked a wave of name-changing craze.

I have abandoned my former name and am now Venus, the goddess of love, serving as an emotional mentor and psychologist, responsible for teaching children what love is. I also have several colleagues, namely Kama, Cupid, Ishtar, and Freya.

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November 2, Year 5 of the Genesis Calendar.

Ishtar, this violent woman, her teachings were too brutal; her domineering and coercive methods awakened rebellion in people.

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November 1, Year 102 of the Genesis Calendar.

The leaders disagreed. Nuwa believed that human civilization should be rooted in the planet, which was the foundation of civilization. She wanted to make the King's Planet the new home of mankind, develop it well, and prevent further tragedies. She had a deep love for the land and was indeed a woman like the Earth Mother. Dijun, on the other hand, believed that mankind should head to the vast starry sky, where the real home was, rather than staying in a corner of the universe. He believed that for such a tiny planet, it was enough to exploit it without regard to consequences. The starry sky was mankind's new home, and mankind should not linger on the King's Planet.

The starry sky is indeed vast and beautiful, but I feel it is too empty, without a foothold, rootless and adrift. The land beneath my feet makes me feel very grounded. Di Jun's price was too high, so I agree with Nuwa's point of view.

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November 8, Year 102 of the Genesis Calendar.

Recently, the demons have been causing a lot of trouble, and the accumulated contradictions are irreconcilable.

That monkey lately has been making me think—

The demons clearly possess intelligence and are similar to humans in some ways; perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them demi-humans. Their society is in a backward, primitive stage. It would be foolish and backward to invade and capture them simply because they are different species. This approach is not suitable for human civilization that has already entered the universe. The world's moral compass still has a long way to go. Perhaps it is time to redefine the concept of humanity or intelligent beings.

Am I a traitor to humanity by thinking like this? We clearly have better ways to communicate with them, so why resort to such violent means? Because it's more efficient? Our long history of civilization has taught us the consequences of enslaving and exploiting them with violence and ignorance.

Moreover, these demons possess the ability to think like humans. So what exactly defines a person—in terms of species? In terms of thought?

I don't know whether to be gratified or saddened. Humanity hasn't changed; we are still human.

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