Within the vast Root System universe, a Colorful Spaceship drifted slowly past.
Countless stars guided its way, while humanity's dreams laid out a clear path leading straight to its destination.
Shimmering pixels, like humanity's radiant consciousness, changed without pause, forever searching for a way forward of their own.
No color was correct. Only change was correct.
Only when leaping neural currents changed could humans remain alive.
Only when muscles contracted and stretched, when joints turned, could humans become living beings.
Flowing life differed from dead matter in that it possessed the power to create everything. This was the result of life's constant "choices" over billions of years of evolution.
Whether those choices were subjective or not.
When humans had still been mere clumps of chemicals, they had not cared whether anything was subjective. They did not even have the right to choose. A chance occurrence in their environment gave them the ability to live, forcing them onward along a shining path by the hand of fate.
"Does it matter whether we choose or not?"
As he watched the beautiful paths traced by countless humans across the star map, Lu Youqi pondered the same question.
Even today, humans were still clumps of chemicals. Their daily task was to find enough energy, consume enough elements, and keep themselves safe. It was no different from billions of years ago.
Even if the Abyss descended, the Root System rotted away, and the world became something never seen before, the task of each individual human remained unchanged.
All those philosophical thoughts and creations were things humans came up with when they had "free time."
After going through all that trouble, what was it all for?
The Root System would still rot away and completely fall off at some point.
As Lu Youqi thought, he suddenly