Lin Qi knew what Conner was thinking. He wanted to become part of "history."
If human civilization could continue, becoming the "Federal President's last president" was incredibly attractive to someone with few ambitions. The people of the Federation might not possess the Three Immortals' philosophy, but the essence of humanity—or life itself—was the pursuit of immortality through every possible means.
Becoming part of history was also a form of immortality. At the very least, he would leave behind a page that belonged to him in history, preserved forever in the form of a "fragment."
Rather than being forgotten by the entire world within a few years or decades after death, like an ordinary person.
Death was not frightening. What was frightening was being forgotten and denied.
Lin Qi took another sip of wine. Looking at Conner, he said meaningfully, "Human civilization might not last that long. Perhaps ten million years from now, we'll all become prehistoric ruins."
"They won't be able to decipher our writing, and no one will know what happened during this period of history."
"Just as we have no way of knowing what insights those ancient humans left behind for us..."
Conner sighed. "Suddenly, I feel so bored. Let's leave it at that for now. Maybe I'll leave with you when the time comes."
"Come to my Number Six Paradise?" Lin Qi invited him. "I'll turn it into a true paradise."
Conner smiled again. "Maybe. Who knows?"
At noon, the Presidential Palace's press office held a press conference, announcing that all the truth would be revealed before May.
They hoped everyone would wait rationally during this period. At the same time, they reminded everyone that humanity was facing an unprecedented disaster.
In the face of this immense disaster, people should unite instead of doubting and opposing one