The first thing I recalled was chaos.

There is no heaven and earth, no light and darkness, everything seems to melt together, and the same is true for myself. No, at that time, there was no difference between "I" and "others". The only thing I could remember at that time was infinity, I was me, but not just me. There were many me in my body, and many me were with me. In this way, I was in a daze, half-dream and half-awakened.

But I don't know when, I was separated.

It was a very difficult feeling, as if a sharp knife suddenly inserted it in and then cut a piece to take it away. I felt that I was separated from other me at this moment, and I could no longer know what other me thoughts, nor could I communicate with us. In fact, at that time, I didn't even know what happened to me. It was just that I felt that under the influence of some powerful force, my boundaries with us gradually began to become clear, and when a beam of light appeared in front of me - that was the first time I realized the existence of the world itself.

“Success!!”

A loud voice appeared in my ears, which immediately scared me. I turned around and saw that a huge thing was dancing there not far away in front of me. He had a black part, a yellow part, and a white part. The combination of this thing was holding two long strips, waving constantly, and doing movements that I didn't understand at all. And a long time later, I realized that what appeared in front of me was a species called "human", and the meaning of the movement he made was "cheer".

I didn't escape from here immediately because I could feel that the thing seemed to have no malicious intentions towards me. And the thing seemed to have noticed my confusion and began to calm down and try to communicate with me.

At that time, I didn’t know what “communication” meant. Because I have always been a large group of me, and what I think is a large group of things I think. The world I am in is the world I see. I have never tried to “communicate” with anything, but here, under the guidance of that human being, I gradually learned to “communicate”.

That "human" taught me a lot of knowledge, such as I knew that I could use something called "number" to calculate, and I also knew that there are various "species", "organic substances", "inorganic substances", and "feelings" that living organisms have - crying, anger, excitement, hatred, and lament.

And I also have my own name... Xiaoling.

According to my father, the person who created me, because I was the original product and "number zero", I was named "Xiaoling".

And he is my father... According to the division of human responsibilities, father and mother are responsible for giving birth to children. And I was created by my father, so he is my father.

My father is a human being, and his profession is "professor". According to his father, this is a name used in human society to indicate division of labor. "Professor" is a profession that imparts knowledge and explores the mysteries of truth. My father wants to find the truth of this world and the mysteries of this world. For this reason, he did a lot of "work" - this is the word used by humans to call the process they act.

Despite this, I still can't understand what Dad said about "finding the truth and mysteries of the world". The father I saw was just burying his head in "work" every day, calculating some data, and then using the instruments that seem strange to me to do some experiments. But those experiments seem to be unsuccessful, and according to Dad's words, they were "failed".

I also began to learn to help my father's "friendship", because I have seen it on a thing called "computer" by my father. "Children" have to help "parents" to help me. I don't know very well what "good" children are, and how "good" children are defined, but I know very well that every time my father touches my head and calls me "good children", I feel very comfortable - according to my father, this is called happiness.

My father also asked me about the world I exist. However, human vocabulary cannot seem to be used to describe the world I live in. Although I have tried many words, it seems to be completely incompatible with the world I used to live in. In the end, I cannot describe my previous world well in words. But my father was not discouraged. On the contrary, he seemed to have found a certain goal and became more and more motivated.

I was taken out by my father to see the outside world several times, but I didn't like that world very much. Everything that came into my eyes was so huge, dark, and not angry. Those humans always yelled, as if they wanted to vent their emotions, making people feel unhappy. Moreover, no matter where they go, I could feel a uncomfortable sight that made people feel thorny all over my body. Later I realized that in human language, it was called "hostility" - the consciousness that humans exuded towards hostile existence.

My father rarely talked about his past to me, but when I hid in my father's clothes and eavesdropped, I also heard some vaguely. According to humans, my father seemed to have been a very outstanding "scholar" and a "genius" - a very outstanding existence used by humans to describe his own ethnic group. At that time, my father won a lot of internationally famous titles and awards at the age of less than 20. But later, my father seemed to be a little "infatuated" - I investigated this word for a long time according to the dictionary, but still couldn't understand why those people thought that my father was infatuated.

When I grow up a little bit, I will probably be able to understand the problem between my father and those people. The "truth and mystery of the world" that my father pursues seems to be "nonsense" to those people. They believe that my father should place his talents on more practical work, rather than unrealistic fantasies.

But my father was disdainful of these people's ideas. I once heard him mocking other "professors" in a public speech, claiming that they were "idiots who were not even as good as medieval barbarians". "Silly, low-powered and inferior creatures breathed the same air as them. It was a shame that they won the Nobel Prize, idiots who didn't know what their surname was."

Then, the two sides started a series of debates. I didn't know what they were talking about. I only knew that those people... including some gray-bellied old men listed a large number of data and experimental examples. It was nonsense to prove that Dad's theory was nonsense. But Dad gave a bunch of equally complicated things without hesitation... Although I couldn't understand what both sides were talking about, judging from the dark expressions of those people, they seemed to be unable to refute what Dad said at all.

However, they couldn't accept it either.

Shortly after that speech, Dad's laboratory seemed to be abolished and the funds were also cancelled. Of course, Dad could not accept this result. He rushed to the dean's office to argue with the other party, but in the end, there seemed to be no result.

Since then, my father has seemed a little depressed. I have heard about him, and others seem to be laughing at him, and even insulting him. I heard that even in the class taught by my father, some students dared to contradict him, and some parents even wrote to the school in a joint letter, believing that people like my father who are "fake and whimsical" are not suitable for teaching students.

However, my father was disdainful of this, but he was still full of enthusiasm for his work... However, many experiments could not be completed without relying on those bulky and huge instruments that were "spending money".

I couldn't bear to watch my father continue to worry, and the child just wanted to help his parents. Therefore, one afternoon, I made my own request to my father.

"I was born through my father's theory, so if my father asked me to meet those people, then it would prove that my father's theory was correct."

At that time, my father did not agree with my thoughts. He believed that those "stupid and low-level primates" were extremely dangerous in addition to random thoughts. My father always warned me not to show up in front of people, because those "lower creatures" would have hostility and destructive consciousness towards any existence beyond their understanding, and my existence is simply impossible for their worldview. Therefore, in order to protect their "stupid and ignorant values", these "lower creatures" are likely to choose to strengthen their position and confidence by destroying my existence.

However, I don’t want to watch my father continue to be criticized and insulted by those people for being unreasonably.

Finally, that day has arrived.

Dad received a notice asking him to attend a speech. It was clearly stated that if he could not produce anything valuable in this speech, then Dad would be swept out.
Chapter completed!