A mory is being played back.
It is December 31st, 2047.
This day is unremarkable and not particularly critical in history.
Only on this day, Superman Enterprise is hosting a New Year’s Eve party at its headquarters in Beiping.
All main office employees received invitations a week ago, allowing them to participate voluntarily in the company’s December 31st party. They could bring two to three family mbers, but needed to report in advance. If there were other commitnts on this day, or if they simply wanted to spend it with their family or loved ones, it was fine, not mandatory, not forced participation.
Think of it as the company treating the employees to a dinner.
And the venue is the newly renovated auditorium of the company. Usually, it is not used as a banquet venue.
No employee didn’t want to co.
This was genuine. The company’s chefs were very skilled, and the banquet included a speech from the chairman. Judging by this level of detail, the banquet would surely offer exquisite dishes, the kind one would pay a lot of money to enjoy outside. Many employees brought their families with the idea of "letting them see sothing nice" or "showing off in front of their partners."
At this mont, most guests were already seated. Since the chairman seed prepared to share so thoughts, there were external dia personnel present as well.
The auditorium’s stage was empty, with a large pedestal behind the main seat, looking sowhat desolate. So employees wondered whether the coordination with the renovation team was off, resulting in the auditorium not being fully completed.
However, this was not a big issue.
An employee watched as her elderly, white-haired mother looked around, revealing a satisfied expression, a mix of pride and lancholy welling up inside her.
Her mother was too old and excluded from the Benchmark Human Remodeling Surgery strongly advocated by the chairman. But as part of employee welfare, she still had the opportunity to undergo this transformation. Her mother would pass away many, many years before her. As a daughter, all she could do was provide care with material conditions as much as possible.
This was the mindset of most employees at Superman Enterprise in recent years. Since the Benchmark Human Remodeling Surgery proved effective, everyone beca fervent, working with one thousand percent enthusiasm. They vaguely felt that their work was akin to paving their path to longevity.
But when facing their parents, they could only feel regret for the elderly.
The old mother gazed around bewilderedly, softly expressing her shock. This small-town woman had never seen such a grand and magnificent scene.
She genuinely thought the place was amazing, even a bit intimidating.
The employee sighed lightly in her heart. Indeed, the place was very large, easily inducing galophobia. But to the employee, what made Superman Enterprise truly impressive was its "technological content." The chairman adhered to the belief that "technology changes life," and every detail of the company’s internal architecture was a "near future" scene bursting with technological content.
The employee, feeling complex, increasingly felt that her mother was sowhat out of place with the company...
Just as she couldn’t voluntarily accept the gene modification surgery...
— No, don’t think about these things.
— In front of Mother, only show the happy side.
The female employee patted her face, just about to say sothing.
At that mont, she heard a "boom" sound.
The elderly mother was initially speaking with her daughter when she noticed her daughter suddenly stop talking, her eyes fixedly staring behind her, utterly speechless. Behind them, a loud noise erupted, reminiscent of renovation work.
The mother turned around and then saw the most peculiar thing she had ever seen in her life.
A man, shirtless, carrying a massive tal sculpture, walked in from the entrance.
The auditorium’s door was built so enormous, seemingly to present this exact scene.
The tal sculpture was a sphere, seemingly a hollow Earth. Generally, such decorative pieces would be cut into smaller sections to be transported inside for welding and assembly. But the enormous sphere Xiang Shan carried was a single, whole piece.
At this mont, everything below Xiang Shan’s chest had been modified. His legs were chanical. His arms, starting from the shoulders, were also chanized. His chest and abdon were lined with large areas of chanical lines. Those lines vaguely resembled muscle textures. On his back, stretched across the central axis of his body, lay an entire piece of chanical equipnt.
After the Number One Martial Arts Tournant, Xiang Shan began his Benchmark and Prosthetic Body surgeries. However, after several delays, he only began the surgery in ’47.
There was a period when the chairman did not make an appearance. The company continued to run smoothly, but the burst of growth montum faded slightly for a little while.
And today, was supposed to be the chairman’s first public appearance as a Benchmark Man.
He carried an enormous sculpture step by step from outside.
Xiang Shan walked steadily, but each step made the tiles beneath him emit sounds of being overwheld and created web-like cracks. His feet nearly sank into the floor.
It was evident that the massive tal sculpture behind him was very heavy.
Reporters rushed over, standing by the purposefully left open aisle, aiming their caras at this legendary tycoon. They recorded this bizarre scene.
They had already figured out that the spacious aisle deliberately left from the entrance to the main stage was just for this super tycoon to perform this act.
And Xiang Shan walked steadily. His chanical arms bore the imnse weight that could easily crush a Homo sapiens. The balance algorithm involved in the prosthetic control ensured he wouldn’t fall or lose grip. This setup had been tested many tis in the lab.
The faces of those seated closest to Xiang Shan turned pale. They could clearly see the endlessly growing web-like cracks beneath Xiang Shan’s feet. Although they didn’t know exactly how heavy the gigantic tal sculpture was, they could tell this thing could easily crush a Homo sapiens into pulp.
If the chairman lost grip...
This fear erupted from deep within their hearts.
At the sa ti, they knew they would also rember this mont.
Using the most primitive and direct way to engrave this pinnacle of technology into their hearts!
"Boom...boom...boom...boom..."
Xiang Shan walked step by step onto the podium.
A few others who had been waiting on the edge of the stage dashed forward. They were high-degree cyberized Benchmark n. So sharp-eyed people recognized Lu Xuanyu, one of the most famous action stars globally at the ti, among them. These people assisted Xiang Shan, stabilizing the enormous tal sculpture and placing it on the empty pedestal. Then, a drone equipped with a welding torch rushed over.
Dazzling light danced behind Xiang Shan. Sparks flew in cascades behind him like liquid. Yet, Xiang Shan seed unconcerned and simply raised one hand.
He was displaying his prosthetic limb, showcasing its beautiful yet violent structure.
In the shadow of the giant Earth, Xiang Shan spoke in a bright tone, "Dear employees...dear friends who are changing the world with . It’s New Year’s!"
"From now on, we step into a new year, and humanity enters a new era."
"Everyone, Happy New Year!"
Then, the mory abruptly ca to a halt.
Snowflake-like noise overtook the entire world. This virtual December 31st, 2047, fell into stillness. Those noises were marking what was real and what was fake.
Another Xiang Shan appeared beside the 2047 Xiang Shan.
Xiang Shan, with a complex expression, observed his 2047 self, sighing softly, "Happy New Year, you fool."
Then, he turned around.
On the many seats, there were still many figures not covered by the snowflake noise.
They were real people, participants in experiencing this mory.
At this mont, so sat in a daze, seemingly savoring the lingering excitent of the previous mont. So were sampling the virtual dishes on the table. In this mory, food was not the focus. Probably in the era when mory recording technology appeared, the participants of today’s banquet had forgotten the exact taste of the banquet’s food. However, tasting these virtual foods still provided a "tasty" ambiguous and blurry feedback.
For people of this era, it was also a rare enjoynt.
In accordance with his own posture in the mory, Xiang Shan raised one hand, addressing the others, "Gentlen, rember this feeling, rember this mont well, rember this boldness. Rember that humanity was once this happy."
"Thus, we will know, ti cannot return."
"Thus, we can persevere, fully igniting ourselves for our future."
"Rember this mont."
The real people present—everyone experiencing this mory with him—were all core mbers of the Six Dragons Sect; only a few had the privilege of constantly rembering it. Most other mbers of the Six Dragons Sect had to seal this mory in regular tis to ensure that the secret would not be leaked.
The Six Dragons Sect holds this as an important Scientific Ceremony, and it is their collective activity. The Sect Hierarch Xiang Shan conducts it three tis every month regularly. Aside from those who are out of the main altar, very few have the privileges to always rember him. For the majority of Six Dragons Sect mbers, this mory must be sealed at normal tis to ensure confidentiality.
This is not even truly "himself." In fact, that portion just now was rely a buildup of Xiang Shan’s New Year’s speech to the employees. Xiang Shan had said more words afterward.
However, for Six Dragons Sect, those are no longer necessary.
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