Chapter 255

He said word by word, there was no connection between the syllables, and his voice was cold, like a verdict.

"What happens after humanity is extinct?"

Robert smiled strangely, without answering.

Perhaps this question was a bit stupid, perhaps there were other reasons.

Joel pursued:

"Are there any other people alive?"

"Yes, but they are carefully scattered and preserved."

After speaking, this Foundation agent kept silent, struggled to get up, and packed his equipment.

Joel sat against the wall, repeating this conversation over and over in his mind.

There are still people alive...

But they are "scattered and preserved"...

Language is one of the symbols used for human communication, which contains the road to the truth.

Joel understood the meaning behind these words.

He felt a chill.

"Tap, tap..."

The agent sat on the edge of the bed and started putting on his boots.

Joel looked at him and asked:

"What will happen next?"

Robert didn't hide it:

"The Foundation will restart this world."

"The Foundation possesses technology that can rebuild almost everything and can use it to simply create humans."

"We will clear and contain anomalies, rebuild cities, and let the population move back in... This may take a very, very long time, but eventually they will bring this world back on track."

"We can even recreate memories and matter."

The chill seeped into his skin.

Joel's consciousness moved away from this world, and Robert's voice moved away into the distance.

He sat there in shock, motionless, while Robert slowly put on his blood-stained coat and put on his tattered armor.

When Joel came back to his senses, Robert was already fully dressed and standing by the bed.

Outside the window were the ruins of broken walls, the traces of people's lives were messily erased, the beautiful small yard in front of the house was like a primitive forest, various plants grew wildly, but still left a little vision on the window.

He paced toward the place where the sun shone, brushed the dust off the glass, and looked at the sun still hanging on the top of his head, the yellow light was very dazzling.

He only remembered that he had invited his parents to visit here, and he also remembered that his brother's family had stayed here overnight, and many friends, and many details he couldn't recall...

"You are a bunch of bastards, humanity will never forget all this!"

Joel suddenly regretted saving this stranger and knowing these contents.

Robert looked at Joel and said with a smile:

"Why not? We've done this before."

Joel frowned, busy and terrified.

Although he was unwilling to believe this unidentified gentleman, just as he had always believed that his experiences so far were all false, it was undeniable that this gentleman from the Foundation was very sober.

At least more sober than him.

"By the way, there is one more piece of bad news to tell you... Your house will be submerged underwater as part of the world's reconstruction."

This was no different from a bolt from the blue.

The apocalypse took everything from him, but he survived as stubbornly as a cockroach.

If the Foundation did this.

What was left of him?

Even the traces of proving his existence were completely erased.

Joel collapsed:

"Please, don't let them erase me."

"Don't let them hide us."

"Please look for more, I know there must be more people trying to leave something behind."

"Don't let this world die in vain. Remember us..."

The voice faded.

The scene shifted, the camera came to the bottomless seabed, a deep-sea detector was slowly exploring, and the light path hit by the searchlight was full of tiny debris, blocking the field of vision.

On the screen, detailed information about this place was given.

【Mariana Trench, depth: -11034 meters】

Suddenly, a reflective metal box caught the audience's attention.

It lay quietly on the seabed, revealing only a small corner, clearly a civilization creation.

The screen changed, the background became a research room, and a researcher took out a letter from the metal box.

At the end of the letter, there were a few simple lines of text.

【...】

【Please look for more, I know there must be more people trying to leave something behind.】

【Don't let this world die in vain. Remember us.】

"Ah? BAD ENDING? Everything restarted?"

"Didn't Robert take Joel away?"

"You're dreaming. A group of agents died, leaving only Robert. You're asking him to take an ordinary person, wouldn't that make them die faster?"

"It should still be taken. Staying in the house, sooner or later it's death. Following Robert to take risks, at least there is hope for survival."

"I just feel very stuffy in my chest, especially thinking that the previous me might have experienced such things."

"Don't think about it. The cost of restarting the universe and restarting a civilization is completely different. Even after restarting civilization, various observations and records will keep the Foundation busy with faking, let alone astronomical observations that are basically impossible to fake."

"What's the struggle? You are you, just live your own life well."

In the huge underground steel city, two people in white coats were discussing.

One said:

"... If we must do this kind of thing again, when setting the range of the 'recovery date,' don't go back more than 20 years from the event."

"If we do this, not only can we directly inherit many things that have not been destroyed, but it is also easier to maintain the continuity of history."

"100 years is too long. We drag people to rebuild history according to non-existent chronicles, just to save time for population and agricultural needs."

"Besides, how much of the 20~2【beep】 century do we really want to reshape, and how many times do we want to reshape it? Isn't it already difficult to restore the details of the First World War?"

His words were clear, his logic was rigorous, and he was convincing.

The person listening to the opinion nodded, indicating acceptance, without any bureaucratic style.

"During my tenure as HMCL of 'SCP-2000,' I will adopt this suggestion."

"Two world wars are enough, we don't need to risk a third one."

He looked a bit old, his hairline moved up, and he was expressionless, like a robot without emotion.

It was Dr. Gears.

Leather shoes stepped on the ground and made a sound, and a young researcher ran over in a hurry.

"Doctor, we found a human remain in Sector 3382."

He took a breath and supplemented the known information.

The remains were 450~700 years old, and there was Dr. Clef's security ID around, but due to the long time and poor preservation of the remains, DNA comparison could not be performed.

Dr. Gears' expression changed slightly, which could be called a rare miracle.

"Dr. Clef?"

"Yes, we also found this at the scene."

The young man handed a transparent plastic bag to Dr. Gears.

Inside was a yellowed note.

【Why must we build this thing?