After all, there came a day when everything was over—when the missions that had been assigned were completed, and there was nothing left that had to be done. Humans could go out and find new purposes and missions.
Li Lin was not human.
For effortless movement, there were cars and trains; to cross the vast oceans and skies, there were ships and airplanes; to record events that happened, there were books. Containers existed to hold things.
So—
For war, there were weapons.
The entire meaning of weapons' existence was to be cast into battle, to be discarded before they even saw use, to be destroyed during combat, or to fall into madness and dereliction when there was no longer a war to fight.
For Li Lin, stories about "living on without a mission" or "what comes after the mission is complete" never existed from the start.
