The people living in this world heard a piece of news.
Lin Zhen, humanity's greatest National Hero, greatest scientist, and the creator of the greatest invention, the Mechanical Body, announced a decision.
He himself would not enjoy the benefits of a Mechanical Body. After a hundred years, he would depart peacefully.
People could not understand. They gathered and petitioned, hoping Lin Zhen could have an immortal Mechanical Body.
Even the leaders of the Base Cities and the leaders of the nations came to ask Lin Zhen to transplant his brain into a Mechanical Body.
Yet Lin Zhen refused all of it.
Lin Zhen's reason was quite sufficient. He could develop whatever any person's brain domain required and create the corresponding robot, but he could not develop one for himself.
It was like how a fortune-teller could only tell others' fortunes, yet could not foretell his own fate.
Lin Zhen was the creator of intelligent Mechanical Bodies. His words were truth, and no one could refute them.
People could only shed tears of deep regret and wait for Lin Zhen's death to arrive.
Lin Zhen had said a few days ago that he had overdeveloped his brain domain and could only live for a hundred years. After a hundred years, he would die of old age.
And now, that day had finally arrived.
Lin Zhen was ninety-nine years, eleven months, and thirty days old.
This was the final day.
Inside a hospital in Ice City Base City, Lin Zhen lay on a hospital bed while the people around him rotated in and out like a lantern show.
Leaders from every nation arrived, expressing their people's longing and mourning for Lin Zhen.
After Lin Zhen's death, the entire world would observe a month of ritual bathing and fasting in his memory.