"...The montage of your life as you die, are you still unwilling to let go of your home on Earth?"
When these words fell, all the Earth scientists led by Asor and Li Wanning had extremely solemn expressions.
Clad in white coats, they stood before the projector, gazing at the ruins, as the entire civilization's think tank kept analyzing and researching.
An existence, in their dying montage?
What does that mean?
Suddenly, they thought of some terrifying possibilities.
The times have changed, and it has been discovered that the so-called time travel is a lie; they have always moved in a straight line.
"Could it be we are merely living within someone else's dying dream?"
"Are we repeating the montage of their life during the apocalypse of that civilization?"
"We've been fighting against distortions, when in reality, we have long been enduring them! We've become actors in history, mere substitutes of the era's snapshots."
