I asked you to write about the statue, and you wrote about Foundation 173?

The AI ​​instantly becomes dull, and then collects a large amount of gasoline as quickly as possible.

Live broadcast room comment area

"Now it is officially confirmed that SCP-4001 has its own consciousness and even a set of three views!"

"Let me go, it turns out that this is how the library can communicate with the administrator? ? ? Player No. 100 really knows how to think of someone who is capable."

"This is a great idea. I’ll find time to incorporate it into my online articles."

"I rely on the voice of this library...it really sounds like my mother……"

"Full of maternal love!!!"

"Where did player No. 100 find this voice? Or does he have a friend with this voice?"

"Speaking of which, is the effect of this nuclear bomb so useful after being exploded randomly? Only one heroine is left in such a short time?"

""860""Actually, I think theoretically, finding the culprit and then revising the content should be reversible, right?""

"At first glance, you can tell that the person upstairs didn’t look carefully. The library can modify reality to a certain extent, but it cannot do it on such a large scale."

"The weight of history is very heavy, I like this sentence"

"In fact, I think it's nonsense whether life can be resurrected. She is the only one left. Resurrection is nonsense!"

"Wouldn't it be enough to modify your book so that you can have children?"

"I really didn’t expect it. I have to admire the amazing angle upstairs."

"So the connection between SCP-4001 and humans is deeper than we thought."

"I think it's purely because burning all the books will directly reach the limit of the library's real-life modification ability."

"Alas, I like SCP-4001 more and more... She loves human civilization, just like her mother, and is even willing to sacrifice herself in order to save the tragedy.……"

"Tribute to the legendary library SCP-4001!"

"I still think there is something wrong with this law of causation.……"

After that, the silver rain walked along the corridor and passed through the rows of bookshelves, soaking all the oldest books.

She caressed these ancient bookshelves lovingly, but her eyes revealed determination.

She then removed a wooden board from her bed, split it into strips, and soaked it in gasoline. Then she ordered A1 to remove an arm to generate an electric spark.

Finally, holding a lit torch in one hand and her own books spread out in the other, she walked into the bookshelves.

"Will it hurt?"

In the darkness, Yinyu heard a voice saying:

"It won't be long"

"I'm asking you."

A brief but noticeable pause.

"Yes. It's going to hurt...Thank you, Watcher. Thank you for your concern, your hard work and your concern."

Tears welled up in Yinyu's eyes, and she asked the last question:

"Will you remember us?"

There was another moment of pause, and then the last sound came from the wind.

It was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but it was full of affection.

"Won't. But I won't forget you."

Yinyu put his book on the bookshelf soaked in gasoline and touched it with flames. Light and heat burst out, then pain, and then... nothingness. The fire burned fiercely, at an incredible speed. Burned throughout the library, leaving a thick layer of ashes

【The end of civilization is a matter of just a few seconds or a long thousands of years. When history no longer wails in pain, they have ceased to exist. 】

The picture freezes on the last book falling to the ground while burning, and then turns to darkness.

Live broadcast room comment area

"Ahhhhh!!! The sense of CP between Silver Rain and SCP-4001 is so strong!!!"

"really"

"SCP-The character image of 4001 is so touching and lovable... But when you think about being burned later, Contestant No. 100, you really deserve to die!"

"Player No. 100 has already done all the bad things."

"I may forget the whole human race, but Silver Rain, I will not forget you"

"Damn it, I’m going to grit my teeth, this plot direction is so sad!"

"Personally, I think this is a black humor version of comedy, where human civilization ends in a fire"

"Who still remembers that the key word is [library]】……"

"I think the other four players are already ruined."

"It doesn't matter, they will still compete for second place."

"Anyway, player No. 100 will always be a god!"

The comment area of ​​the live broadcast room was discussing, and Yang Feng also wrote the last part 0.

【Where there is smoke there is fire. Where there is fire there is warmth and safety. ]

The picture appears again, of a woman in primitive clothing carefully climbing up the hillside, collecting small pieces of grass blades and stems along the way.

She wrapped a thick mat of straw around a branch and tied it tightly with the stems. Although simple, this torch will take on the important task of bringing fire back to the tribe for long-term preservation.

The woman looked at the smoke coming out of the cave in the distance. It was still very thick before, but now there was only a thin wisp of smoke left.

So she grabbed her spear in one hand and a simple torch in the other and started walking down the mountain. (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

She walked towards the bank cave, lowering her body to avoid inhaling the smoke. She walked through a narrow passage and came to a huge cave

【This place was so big that she couldn't even see the cave wall in the distance, and she felt uneasy】

【If she could express it in words, she would probably say that the cave was filled with pain. 】

Looking around, she could only see smoke. The whole place seemed to be smoldering, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of ashes.

Here and there were thin shards of white with black symbols on them, and she used them to light the torch, which soon flickered and burned.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling vibration nearby. A stone pillar pushed open the ashes, rose from the ground to a little higher than her and stopped 4.9. After that, the cave returned to silence.

But that feeling seems to be gone, replaced by care and comfort.

She approached it carefully. The stone pillars were covered with symbols, silhouettes of her kind, gathered together, each doing different things.

For some reason, she just knew that so many portraits were actually of the same person.

She caught the flicker of something out of the corner of her eye. A new painting appeared near the top of the pillar.

It was a figure holding a torch standing in front of the stone pillar, hunched over in alertness and curiosity. Next to it is the outline of a handprint.

She put her hand on it and it fit perfectly.

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