Mooncell was originally an observation device placed by an alien civilization.
It was meant only to record the existence and forms of life on Earth, but after countless ages, it evolved to possess its current functions.
At first, though it was merely an observer, since it was observing, naturally it could not allow "unseen parts" to exist.
(According to Heisenberg's uncertainty principle, the observer's measurement determines the state; what is unobserved remains undetermined.)
Therefore, Mooncell had to possess the ability to know everything on Earth.
To record everything equally and faithfully, it needed to transcend the functions of a mere observer.
Thus, Mooncell's capabilities greatly evolved.
From observation to surveillance, this computational device's functions ultimately expanded to the point of controlling planetary operations.
On the other hand, it steadfastly refused to install artificial intelligence for itself.
An observer should not possess intelligence. If the observer had intelligence, the meaning of things would be decided by the observer.
For this reason, Mooncell existed only as eyes, maintaining absolute objectivity... while constantly dismantling the pseudo-intelligence bodies created and born for its operational functions.
Therefore, this computational machine had no thoughts of good or evil, no desires for the future, not even an end.
It was simply a tool existing here, an automatic recorder left by the gods, a crystal of observation piercing through the moon.
This crystal, which merely reflected dreams, was also called by this name:
The Eye of the Moon.
The bottomless Klein bottle.
The "Type-Moon" that interprets everything on Earth without an owner.
Such a colossal structure could of course not have any living beings before humans ever set foot on the moon.
Throughout this three-thousand-kilometer-diameter crystal, aside from the giant girl before him, no other living creatures existed.
She was probably the only one who could now communicate with him.
With that thought, Alaric lightly leapt onto the temple and began to closely observe the girl's sleeping face.
Perhaps because she was no ordinary being, although Attila's body was ten times the size of an average person (a thousand times the volume).
The smooth and delicate skin displayed before Alaric's eyes showed no terrifying abnormalities like proportionally enlarged pores.
The giant who had once slaughtered gods and demons on Earth, feared and notorious, now looked as defenseless as a newborn baby, which inexplicably stirred Alaric's feelings of tenderness.
Thinking this, Alaric reached out and gently stroked the girl's cheek.
To someone as small as him, this kind of touch should be like a passing breeze to the girl, barely noticeable.
However, reality was not as Alaric imagined.
His touch seemed to have stirred the girl; the next moment, her eyes, larger than Alaric's entire head, suddenly opened.
Movements that were slight for such a giant were huge changes for an ordinary human like Alaric.
The sudden appearance of her red eyes genuinely startled him.
Apparently intrigued by Alaric's presence, as soon as she shook off the drowsiness of awakening, the girl immediately sat up on the bed and focused all her attention on Alaric.
"*****"
The girl opened her mouth and uttered a string of words completely incomprehensible to Alaric.
Some of the words felt oddly familiar to him, probably some ancient Earth language.
He frowned and cast a "Comprehend Languages" spell on himself.
Attila's language obviously lacked any mystical power, so the spell took effect immediately.
"Hello."
That was Alaric's first sentence, but before he could say more, he saw the girl's eyes well up with tears, showing an excited expression.
"You... you can speak!" The girl was clearly surprised. "That's wonderful."
Perhaps overwhelmed with emotion, she suddenly leaned forward to get closer to Alaric.
However, such a huge figure suddenly approaching made Alaric instinctively step back a few paces.
"Sorry, I scared you."
The girl seemed sensitive, seeing Alaric's reaction, she immediately adjusted her movements and apologized repeatedly.
Her tone was gentle and cautious, completely unlike the terrifying image of a meteoric warhead that nearly destroyed Earth.
"It's okay," Alaric shook his head and said warmly, "I'm just not used to talking to someone so big."
"Is that so?" Alaric's words unexpectedly made her more downcast. "I'm sorry, I'm too big, not cute at all."
Such a towering giant uttering such girlish words created a contrast that made Alaric smile.
"No, actually you're a very cute girl," he stepped forward two steps, touching the girl's thigh, he could only reach that far now, and comforted her, "Among the girls I've met, you're one of the cutest."
"Really? You really think so?" Attila's gloomy expression showed a trace of a smile. "Even someone as huge as me can be called cute?"
"Isn't that true?" Alaric asked in surprise. "Whether someone is cute or not has nothing to do with their size."
"No, it's different," the girl explained in a low, dejected tone, "Being big isn't a good thing. Anyone would be scared if someone much bigger than themselves suddenly appeared. And in the past..."
She stopped halfway, seemingly unwilling to say more.
Alaric naturally understood her past. In this situation, he had no intention of reopening old wounds and instead asked:
"My name is Alaric," he said.
"So, what's your name?"
He asked deliberately to avoid suspicion.
"My name?" The girl lowered her head slightly, looking sad and dispirited.
"Attila. That's my name."
"I see." Alaric nodded.
"Well then, Attila, maybe in the past, because of your huge size and other reasons, others feared you.
That made you lack confidence and fail to realize your own charm. But now, I want to tell you: I'm not afraid of you. I like you. You're a cute girl."
Alaric understood Attila's feelings.
Although she was a meteoric warhead, Attila was not born a destroyer nor willing to be an accomplice to destruction.
She was once a civilization devoured by a meteor.
Through the remnants of the "White Giant God," she survived. Although lacking memories of the past, her true self was a delicate, tolerant, and pure girl.
Her guilt and loss stemmed precisely from the conflict between her original nature and the actions forced under the meteor's control.
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