"We have no history, no stories. That is why we can accept extinction as part of everyday life—because there is nothing here worth recording as suffering."
"So we just merrily fool around, right?" one Dinos said with a laugh.
"Um, could it be that... I know this may be very rude to say, but Mr. Tepeu's intelligence is not actually the highest among the Dinos? Everyone among the Dinos is really just like him?" Mash suddenly looked around at the Dinos in astonishment.
"If you mean that our brain structures and intellectual levels are all the same, then yes, that is true. There are no geniuses or exceptional individuals among the Dinos—no visible differences between us. Tepeu differs from us not because his thinking is more precise, but because he sees things from a different angle. That is why, when we heard you speak of the Lostbelt, we Dinos understood completely. Mictlan is a Lostbelt. Yet even knowing that, we still long for your stories. At the same time, we feel something called loneliness."
"I want to swim in Atlantis," one Dinos voiced what was on his mind. For some reason, all the Dinos around him began to laugh.
"So that was how things were with the Dinos." What Mash had guessed, combined with the Dinos' words, greatly surprised Shen Fei. He had thought Tepeu was a wise man among the Dinos, a special case. But that was not it at all. The Dinos all possessed the same level of intelligence; only their differing interests created differences between them.
"What a waste of such intelligence." Shen Fei greatly envied the Dinos' intelligence. Even now, if it truly came down to intellect, he might not necessarily surpass these Dinos. Of course, that was merely his personal sentiment. How could one know