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The last two years were full of unrecognizable things.

The absurd and unreasonable world, and the appearance of her creator, paradox...

Chapter 9 Ideal Human Instructions

"Even so, Descartes Type I was coaxed by you, Fran, and died with regret. Even your last wish was trampled by you..."

Fran was upset: "I didn't think I could hide you, even if it was a photo or decomposed, it could become a molecular structure controlled by you. But why do you use a questioning tone? You should no longer have human emotions. I specifically mentioned Di Carl, you don't care about the kind of particle life that can be formed from your own factory just by twisting a book through your magic eyes, right?"

"No... Descartes' experience does have a poignant story of a Swedish princess, but the factory's 'Cartesian Type I' is just a living body that carries the same memory and only obeys instructions. He finally issued 'just kill me because you are wearing my clothes. The order to kill the undead in another world and destroy the Utopia was carried out without confirming the magic eye or other confirmation methods. This is a way of "self-awakening (degeneration)" produced by particle life. You wake up he..."

Fran frowned, this nostalgic tone shouldn't exist on her at all.She whispered: "When I first came to that side of the world, I thought I was an emotionless monster created by my father. It wasn't until I saw you that I understood what my father meant by 'complete rationality'. I have completely I can’t understand—if you hate your father, then you have the power to kill him, and you can even travel back to the past, which can easily end the world where your father was not born... If you hate that world, you can go there and destroy it That's all. Instead of creating infinite soldiers like this, standing alone in the back and watching this scene, this is the arrogance of God."

"It's not understood in this way, Fran. The established reality has been created, so I can only move forward. I can't cross the past, and I will never step into the world that relies on fantasy. The Creator is rooted in my consciousness The order is to complete a better evolution and help the evolution of mankind. This is what I do..."

"what!?"

"Perhaps you wouldn't believe it, but two years before you arrived—and one year before those fantasy lives arrived, I would be happy for the future of this world like a human being, and die for a certain corner The old man feels sad..."

"That's just a program set by your father in your genes."

"No... Self-awakening (degeneration) is a condition that all creations from No. 302 to No. 307 have. I still remember that in Olalie, because the creator helped 303 and 304 to buy the same child goblin T-shirts, and I feel unhappy because I can’t wear children’s clothes because my body is a girl. But even if I can feel it now, I can’t 100% experience the mood at that time. Complete rationality is based on the degree of evolution and degeneration. The world’s Human beings, I have helped them complete the evolution of immortality, their intelligence will continue better, and human beings will have a better future."

No, this kind of thing is not an 'evolution'... Fran stared at the bustling city below and thought.

That is not a human being at all, but just countless similar avatars constructed by the sister in front of me through molecules. Even if they have life and the right to think, their ultimate meaning is nothing more than something created by my sister that can be restarted and shattered at any time. It's just a program, even those smiles make Fran feel fake...

She denied her father's utopia, but in fact the world here is more like a utopian 'real world', which was built only because of her, and exists only because of her, even if she distributed the laws to those factories. Particle life, but there is no vivid meaning either.Of course, this standpoint of a flawed human being certainly cannot be recognized by her.

Fran felt that her thoughts were already extreme enough, and this sister's thoughts were even more unreasonable.

The creatures are actually prior to the desires (instructions) in their own brains, not their creators, and she even intends to destroy the roots of the world they live in.

For the so-called "reality" that they can't survive at all

"If you have feelings, I think you should scold your father for evading you when he took responsibility. And now I have nothing to say... In short, you want to protect this 'reality' that we can't exist, and erase it. Let's 'go over'..."

The girl shook her head, and glanced at the busy existence in the other world through the magic eyes of the eight-pointed star: "The Creator will finally arrive here—the city of his dreams. There is no fraud, no concealment, no betrayal, and no selfish desires here. After eradicating the bad roots and selfishness in human genes, the ideal country where human beings will eventually move towards perfection—”

Fran was silent. Since it is an ideal human country, there must be no special existence like them, nor the existence of heroic spirits, female elves, and goddesses.

If my father was here, he would probably retort my sister nonsensically [It’s too ignorant for a mere daughter to want to kill all my paper figurine wives, this is your stepmother and real mother]... something like that.

She has already understood the purpose of this older sister, completely negating the experience of her father traveling through various worlds and working hard so far...

"Father will not agree with you."

"The fantasy country (Utopia) indulging in beautiful dreams and nothingness is just a fantasy. The creator no longer needs to stay in the narrow sense of human beings. This is the ideal reality of human beings (his)."

Fran: "..."

Simply arrogant!

……

In 2038, the wasteland land, the east base.

In the early morning, a few soft creeping objects hung on his body, exhaling gently on his face, nostrils, and waist, waking him up from his dream.

"My...was very angry when I woke up."

With restlessness, Weston opened his eyes, 306 quickly jumped off him and hid behind a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl in front of the bed, another daughter riding on his neck looked down on him, He didn't mean to be frightened, but his eyes were full of contempt, as if saying, "It's just Weston."

"303..." Since they were daughters, they were let go.

If it's Setsuna's high school girl or other mischievous female heroic spirits, don't blame him for using the useless big stick in the morning to force them to restore magic.

He glanced at 304 next to him, rubbed his dry eyes: "You're here too..."

304 smiled obediently, sending out ripples.

"No. 304 hoped to get a long-lost hug from his father, but because his old body felt embarrassed, he had to say the superficial language of 'good morning'." - 307 interpreter said.

304 lowered her head, feeling sorry for her girlish figure, which is different from her older sisters. She really wanted to be smaller and could freely crawl around on the Creator and draw turtles...

"It seems that you also met at the base and got along very well..." Halfway through the words, Weston's brain froze briefly.

and many more--!

When he came back, only the lazy little guy 305 hadn't played in the base. 303 and 304 should have gone to the front to help those heroic spirits.

"When did you come back? Have those powerful heroic spirits returned?"

No. 304, yes, Jiaohan nodded.

Weston let out a oh, and glanced at the closed door of the bedroom. How did these daughters enter the door without entering the password? It was like this in 305 yesterday, and it’s like this again today for these daughters... This made him want to give it to him quietly at night. It is not very convenient for the terminals of other female heroic spirits to send magic repair messages.

Putting down the proud 303, 303's eyes were unhappy, and immediately activated the time-space freeze.She would never stand on the ground and look up at other mere sisters, mere creators.In the still space, she climbed onto 304's shoulder and hugged her, and then the space resumed.

304 has long been used to her elder sister's appearance, and Weston didn't say much. At this time, she just scolded her mother Freya for her proud personality.

Getting up from the bed, Weston got dressed and went out with his four daughters.

Not long after, he was walking in the corridor and saw a blond girl packing her luggage that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Jane?"

A look of embarrassment appeared on Jeanne's face.