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Going Chimeric

“Thousands of years ago, the Earth fell to the Lyr Monarchy, an alien civilization far more advanced than ours. Throughout the generations, human labor became commonplace. Due to this, humans became very physically fit in return, shortening their average lifespan. My dear, a human can only live 30 years. When you turn 5, your body will be as strong as it ever will become. You may grow physically bigger, but you will not grow stronger. You will be as smart as the average adult, but you will never learn more. The only way to break this cycle is to evolve, or in other words, go Chimeric. Few get a choice, my dear. If you ever do, hold the fuck on and don’t let it go,” My mother always said that to me. She’d rub her worn hands through my hair, giving me what warmth she could with what little she had. She told me stories of lands far away, of seas both gold and blue. Even if the words that graced her lips were most often crude, uneducated even, she was the light of my life for the little time I had her.  By the time I reached her hip, she could no longer support herself. Then the foremen took her away. I never saw her after that. I heard from the rumors that she was put in the mass grave. Life never felt as unfair as that day. That is until today. Nameless. Basically, a slave class to the Numbered, but even then, the Numbered still bow to the Named. They say the Named can evolve. They say the Named protect us from supreme existences, and in exchange, we give our “labor”. That’s all we are, nameless. But if I ever get that chance to choose, I will never let it go.
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PROLOGUE: WRITING A SET OF all possible character strings. All possible books would be contained in that. Most unfortunately though, there is no guarantee whatsoever you would be able to find within it the book you were hoping for. It could be you might find a string of characters saying, “This is the book you were hoping for.” Like right here, now. But of course, that is not the book you were hoping for. I haven’t seen her since then. I think she’s most likely dead. After all, it has been hundreds of years. But then again, I also think this. Noticing her as she gazes intently into the mirror, the room in disarray; it is clear that centuries have flowed by, or some such. And she, perhaps, has finished applying her makeup, and she is getting up and is going out to look for me. Her eyes show no sign of taking in the fact that the house has been completely changed, destroyed around her. The change was gradual, continuing, and even long ago she was not very good at things like that. As far as she is concerned, that is not the sort of thing one has to pay attention to. Not that she is aware, but it seems so obvious, she doesn’t need to care about it. Have we drowned, are we about to drown, are we already finished drowning, are we not yet drowning? We are in one of those situations. Ofcourse, it could be that we will never drown. But think about it. I mean, even fish can drown. I remember her saying meanly, “If that’s the case, you must be the one from the past.” It is true of course. Everybody comes out of the past; it’s not that I’m some guy who comes from some particular past. Even when that is pointed out, though, she shows no sign of backing down. “It’s not as if I came out of some bizarro past,” she said. That’s how she and I met. Writing it down this way, it doesn’t seem like anything at all is about to happen, right? Between her and me, I mean. As if something could ever really happen. As if something continues to happen that might ever make something else happen. I am repeating myself, but I haven’t seen her since then. She promised me, with a sweet smile, that I would never see her again. For the short time we were together, we tried to talk about things that really meant something to us. Around that time there were a lot of things that were all mixed up, and it was not easy to sort out what was really real. There might be a pebble over there, and when you took your eyes off it it turned into a frog, and when you took your eyes off it again it turned into a horsefly. The horsefly that used to be a frog remembered it used to be a frog and stuck out its tongue to try to eat a fly, and then remembered it used to be a pebble and stopped and crashed to the ground. With all this going on, it’s really important to know what’s really real and what’s not. “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived boys and girls.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived no boy and no girl.” “Once upon a time…lived.” “Lived.” “Once upon a time.” From beginning to end, we carried on this back-and-forth process. For example, in this dialogue, we were somehow finally mutually able to comeup with this kind of compromise statement: “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl. There may have been lots of boys, and there may have been lots of girls. There may have been no boys at all, and there may have been no girls at all. There may even have been no one at all. At any rate there is little chance there were equal numbers of each. That is unless there had never been anybody at all anyway.” That was our first meeting, she and I, and of course it meant we would never see each other again. I was making my way in the direction she had come from, and she was headed in the direction I had come from, and this is a somewhat important point; you must realize this walking had to be,
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Civil Engineer in Ancient Times

Summary of Building a Civil Engineering Empire in Ancient Times Author: I Am Just a Landscape Guy Synopsis: Zhao Hao, a modern civil engineer, suddenly finds himself transported to an ancient empire plagued by floods, corruption, and poor infrastructure. Armed with his engineering knowledge and modern management skills, he gradually earns the trust of the locals and implements innovative water conservancy projects. Starting from the small city of Qingyang, Zhao Hao reforms drainage systems, builds sturdy roads, and introduces efficient construction techniques. However, his rise to prominence attracts both allies and enemies within the imperial court. As he navigates political struggles, battles corrupt officials, and wins the hearts of the people, he realizes that engineering alone is not enough—he must master the art of governance. With the emperor’s recognition, Zhao Hao is appointed as the nation’s Water Conservancy Commissioner, tasked with implementing large-scale infrastructure reforms. His efforts transform the empire’s economy, improve living conditions, and stabilize society, leaving a lasting impact on history. Themes: • Engineering and Innovation – Applying modern construction knowledge in a primitive society. • Political Intrigue – Navigating the treacherous waters of imperial bureaucracy. • Social Reform – Improving people’s lives through practical governance. • Personal Growth – From an ordinary engineer to a key figure in history. This novel is a thrilling blend of historical fiction, kingdom-building, and political strategy, showcasing how one man’s expertise can reshape an entire civilization.
Yuanlin_Zai_Asong · 700 Views
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