Within the Bodhisattva Pure Land, the Leviathan star and countless small spacecraft appeared on the backside of Mount Sumeru.
The news of the Rebirth Pure Land was broadcast to every resident, from the poles to the equator, from the stellar core to outer space, including the engineering spacecraft that were originally operating in alien systems; everyone was ecstatic.
There really is a Pure Land!
They didn't know yet that, at regular intervals, the planets within the Pure Land would converge on Mount Sumeru for a great battle between good and evil, but escaping a dying universe was undoubtedly exhilarating for the desperate.
...
Simon held Serana's hand, strolling through the sea of flowers on Mount Sumeru, occasionally passing by some gravestones.
Serana asked, "Who are all these people buried here?"
"Some lucky ones who came to Mount Sumeru."
"Is this place a tower?"
"Yes."
"Will we be buried here after we die too?"
"Of course."
"I still want to see other planets."
"Then I'll accompany you."
"Will you continue your journey next?"
"Yes."
Serana suddenly became annoyed, wrapping her arms around Simon's neck and rubbing her face against his cheek. "No, you'll fall in love with someone else."
"This..." Simon mumbled, then picked up Serana. "You're so heavy." He pretended to be overwhelmed and lay down on the ground, the woman tumbling into his arms.
Serana laughed heartily, "You're so insincere. Don't change the subject, quick, what if you fall in love with someone else?"
Simon pondered for a moment, "Isn't it good to let nature take its course?"
"You want to fall for someone else?! Oh, I'll teach you a lesson!" Serana shrieked, reaching out to pinch Simon's face.
"How about this, I'll erase all memories of love, and in my next life, I'll just be an ordinary person, living an ordinary life?"
"No, what if you get bullied?"
"Then I'll leave a tower for my next life."
"That's truly nice." Serana shifted on Simon's chest, then lay back, and the two of them gazed at the beautiful stars in the fragrant and enduring epiphyllum sea.
"When should we have a child?"
"As you wish."
"Then, a boy or a girl? What should we name him or her?"
"Either is fine. As for the name... let's call him Jonas."
...
June 21, 2077, China, Southeast Province, Jiangzhe City, Linhai New District.
Temperature 21℃, light rain turning to clear.
This year's plum rain came a bit early, and so some strange rumors began to circulate online again, which Lu Jiande found quite entertaining as he held his phone.
As a Level 3 member of the social credit system, he had a relatively large "information dissemination zone" on the virtual network, meaning he could see and post topics that might violate citizens' scientific literacy.
A private self-media channel called "Cutting-Edge Technology Foresight" released a video with a title claiming that the delay in the plum rain in the Jiangnan region was due to a malfunction in the national climate and weather control system. Of course, this was officially acknowledged, but the content of the video claimed that the Dyson sphere system on the sun blocked solar radiation from reaching Earth, leading to global climate disorder. It presented a convincing argument, even citing several tornadoes and thunderstorms in the American Federation (United States of America Federation) as examples. The video ended by raising the banner of environmental protection, asking every viewer who cared about the Earth to like the video.
Lu Jiande smiled slightly. Well said, but I'll report it first.
"Stop looking at your phone. Dr. Zhou said we should get to the district hospital by 8 PM tonight." Sun Hui came down the stairs from the second floor, her large belly prominent. She pressed her Bluetooth earbud and heard a 'ding'.
"After we leave, remember to sweep the floor, take out the trash, and turn off the central air conditioning." Sun Hui rattled off instructions to the smart home system while checking her handbag.
Before his wife could nag him, Lu Jiande proactively tidied the coffee table, stacking magazines and sorting fruit peels and paper scraps into the trash can.
Sun Hui coughed, giving him a look that said 'you're smart to do that'. Lu Jiande quickly squeezed out a simple, honest smile. He was usually busy as a dog, and being able to comfortably scroll on his phone at home was all thanks to his wife's maternity leave.
Everything was ready, and Lu Jiande took his heavily pregnant wife out. Hand in hand, they maintained the image of a model couple, walking side by side across an intersection, smiling and greeting their neighbors, taking the elevator down to the subway, and then queuing up for the capsule rail train.
The capsule train was a public transportation tool. In first-tier cities, to solve traffic congestion, only national talents with social credit level 5 and above could apply for private cars.
Each capsule could seat a maximum of six people. Sun Hui, being an expectant mother, had applied in advance and received a separate carriage, also equipped with an emergency medical machine.
Lu Jiande went to the control panel to enter their destination, while Sun Hui turned on the radio, and familiar music came on — it was the news broadcast.
Lu Jiande chuckled, "When I was a childhood, I loved doing my homework while listening to the news. Back then, my dad would sit by my bed with 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms', reading and supervising me."
Sun Hui giggled, "Little dummy, you needed your parents to supervise you to do homework."
Lu Jiande argued, "That was only occasionally. I had no self-control in elementary school."
The couple was usually busy. Except for the frequent communication during their passionate student days, they barely spoke a few words. So, they each still had some old anecdotes to share. After such a long time without such relaxed conversation, both of them felt a little dazed.
The capsule train was a fully automated railcar, uniformly controlled by a train system covering the entire Jiangzhe City. Its reaction speed was under one hundred nanoseconds, and during peak hours, sixty independent carriages could run simultaneously on a hundred-meter track at an average speed of eight hundred kilometers per hour.
The carriage was quiet. Outside the window were the lights of the subway tracks, some GG advertisements, mostly from tech companies.
"Shouldn't we name our son now?" They had just had an ultrasound not long ago and knew their first child was a boy.
Sun Hui cradled her belly. The infant in his mother's womb, heavy and lively, pressed against her internal organs, as if he were an organ himself. Yet, she could feel he had personality, thoughts, not a chaotic mess; he was her treasure, not just a simple lump of flesh.
"Didn't we agree that Mom and Dad would discuss it together?" Lu Jiande vaguely understood that his wife was experiencing some prenatal anxiety, but his survival instinct wasn't strong enough, and his answer missed the mark.
As expected, Sun Hui scoffed at him, then began to babble, saying things like 'I'm the one giving birth, so I'll name him whatever I want,' and so on. She launched into a lengthy, childish monologue, her face radiant with pride, as if she had returned to her bright and beautiful childhood.
Lu Jiande's mind was long occupied by formulas and data, but he suddenly felt a lone boat carrying a river full of stars and moon, braving the wind and waves, causing his rational, stubborn mind to tremble and break. His wife's every word, every breath she took, the tiny fine hairs on her cheeks trembling slightly in the breeze from the train's air conditioning, the scent of her perfume, the smell of shower gel from her hair – these all concretely formed a woman – yet he felt his shallow logic could not bear the weight of her life.
Lu Jiande smiled and nodded, but his gaze was unfocused.
Sun Hui was also stunned for a moment, looking at her husband's profound expression. It took her a while to realize he was lost in his own thoughts again.
"Hmph, dummy."
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