Dream Guide - #733 - Chapter 730 New World

While the ice and snow in the north are melting and floods are raging, the three pyramids in the Giza highlands are sinking.

The long yellow sand rose like a rising tide, eventually submerging most of the pyramid.

The administrator, Abdullah Rashid Rashid Btzibrahi Yitse Jerashi Tsishasha al-Mudd, had no choice but to climb to the top of the Menkaure Pyramid.

He still remembered that many years ago, the Asian couple climbed to the top of the tower and disappeared forever in the sandstorm and magical flashes.

The low spiers of Khafre and Khufu next door are exposed, and the half-buried houses on the distant horizon look like children’s toys.

He saw ten suns, and a great flaming bow appeared in his mind.

Then there were fireworks all over the sky, and black feathers flying after the fireworks went out.

Adura heard a cat meow and turned around to see a cat squatting on the top of Khufu’s Pyramid, a snow-white cat. It was facing the black feathers all over the sky, screaming sadly.

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The woman saw the brilliant fireworks in the sky from her cell window. Maybe it was because she had been in a dank prison for a long time, but she always felt that the flame was so warm. The arrow shot through the scorching sun in the sea of ​​consciousness, and also shot through her frozen heart.

For many days after that, no one came to open the cell door to let them out, no one urged them to go out to work, and no one brought them food.

Hunger made her weaker and weaker. She leaned against the wall and looked at the blue sky outside the window, feeling that she was going to die soon.

But she wasn’t afraid.

I have lived here for decades, my head is gray and my heart is dead. The reason why I’m still alive is just because of the oaths made that were so vague that I can’t even remember them, and the hope that I still have to hold on to even though it’s obviously impossible.

It’s worth it to love a man and watch a brilliant fireworks in your lifetime.

Just when she was about to take one last look out the window, take a breath of fresh air, and close her eyes forever, the cell door opened.

A beautiful oriental woman walked in and asked her: “Is your name Raviye?”

She nodded.

The woman said, “Come with me, you are free.”

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The cold wave that has lasted for many years has finally ended and the temperature has warmed up. Due to the melting of Arctic ice and snow, a large area of ​​land east of Siberia has become a habitable zone, and the Arctic Ocean has become a golden waterway. The distance from Northeast Asia to Europe has been shortened dozens of times than in the past.

Humanity began to thrive again.

The former site of Mei’s Laboratory in Wuzhong was transformed into the Century Disaster Memorial Hall to commemorate the billions of people who died in their sleep while wearing space boxes.

The space box is considered the devil’s box, which tempts humans to lose themselves in virtual happiness. Those former scientists became sinners, although most of them died in the disaster.

Every day, many young people gather in the square outside the memorial hall. They chanted the slogan “Oppose technology, return to nature” and demanded that human governments abandon all research that goes against nature, especially artificial intelligence, virtual reality and bioelectronic technology research.

In front of the memorial hall stands a bronze statue.

It was an old man kneeling on his knees. He lowered his head, his hair was fluffy and messy, and he had a pipe in his mouth. His hands were tied behind his back with a rope, and a sign hung around his neck that read:

I’m guilty!

Everyone who passes by here must spit at the statue.

Children peed on the statue and women threw used sanitary napkins at it.

The most vicious curse in the world is said hundreds of times here every day.

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The lifelong flower was hunched over, holding on to the broom, and silently sweeping fallen leaves in a corner of the square.

Six months ago, she applied for a job as a cleaning lady in the square.

She was used to seeing people’s behavior and hearing those vicious words.

It wasn’t until it got dark and there was no one in the square that she walked to the statue and started cleaning the dirt on it.

She did it very carefully, as if she were finishing the makeup for a loved one.

The sky without industrial pollution is very clear, and the starlight shines down, covering the earth with a layer of silver gauze.

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