Today, there are 20 days left until July 7th.
His time is running out.
It's time to start... that performance... the great historical revision!
...
After waking up this morning.
Lin Xian washed up, had breakfast, and changed into formal attire.
Today will mark the fall of a genius and the end of an era; though cowardly and despicable, it also somewhat counts as the genius who created digital life alone.
Although history won't remember it with bold strokes, as its undertaker, Lin Xian believes it still deserves a formal send-off.
Picking up the laptop, Space-Time Clock, and cellphone from the table, Lin Xian went downstairs, got into the Alphard Business Vehicle, and said to the driver, Xiaoli:
"Head towards the Lingang New Area and then out of the city, to the location I sent you, where there's a wasteland."
One hour later.
Lin Xian stepped out of the car onto the lush spring grass.
Holding the electronic devices in his arms, he walked toward the expanse of greenery.