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"Yes..."
"White Stone then?"
It's still not ringing any bells in his head as he tries to recall any reports from a hundred years ago, but none come to mind.
He met 18072519's handsome face three or five inches away the moment he raised his head.
He was taken aback by the unexpected closeness to the point where he stumbled backwards, landing first on his buttocks.
It's a good thing his grip on the tray is strong enough.
While he believes these humans in the figure are moving too quickly, he suddenly recalls the old diary of his Chief's predecessors, as if passed by them by an angel.
A fictitious light bulb made a sound and appeared above his head. He gives the pair of Human Code Subjects a thin smile.
18072519 stared blankly at the small man in front of him, thinking to himself, 'This guy is both funny and annoying.'
"I...I'm going to ask the Chief right away." Pansvi stands up and remembers to carefully bring the tray to 18061819.
"Please eat so that you can gain strength."
He then bolted like a bouncing dog to whoever was his master.
18072519 turned to face the silent 18061819, noticing how the man was holding the tray blankly, as if unsure where he should place his hand over it or let go of it.
To 18072519, as one of their comrades who has all the memories of their battles and time together, he knows very well who 18061819 was, and if only his trained poker-face could show even the tiniest expression, then perhaps his face is now looking like a friend who will let out such an adoring yet helpless sigh.
"Would you like to eat with me?"
18061819 gave the other figure a blank stare before lightly nodding his head.
It's difficult to notice if you're not paying attention to the emotionless face.
With that response, 18072519 wanted to smile, but his face couldn't, so he only took the other's arm as he led them into the room.
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[ Redacted ] Year
[ Deleted ] Day
Time [8:33 a.m.]
Access [ 203894 ]
[ Today, Our Hope Land, a place where living humans were expected to find a new home for every last survivor, has met its harsh, cruel reality. Let me introduce myself first. My name is [ Deleted ], and I am twelve years old. Was it absurd to be one of the survivors of a three-month early apocalypse, or what others have called the end of humanity? Now, let me tell you that we (survivors from all countries) are currently living inside the safe haven of Hope Land, while the interstellar war is still raging outside. To be honest, I'm afraid to be honest, and I'm losing my will to live these days. My parents, friends, and relatives have all died as a result of the mysterious [ Redacted ] virus, war, and those [ Redacted ] extraterrestrials. I'm not sure what to call these intruders. However, the World Union Alliance dubbed it Hathat Gocarate, which means a sudden appearance in the [Redacted] Language. I've never seen one up close though a friend of mine has told me about her close encounters. She claims that the appearance is similar to that of a human, but their skin is whiter, whiter than any [Redacted], and their eyes are colored in [ Deleted ], and their abilities exceed those of humans. In a nutshell, I believe we humans have no chance of defeating them. That's how I've been thinking, and almost everyone else seems to be thinking the same way. Humans, on the other hand, are born with intelligent minds, and in times of despair, we have always considered drastic measures. That is why the World Union Alliance made a major decision without informing us (ordinary people). The [ Redacted ] was born unexpectedly after nearly four months and was shown to us for the first time....]
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[ Redacted ] Year
[ Deleted ] Day
Time [ 3: 33 p.m ]
Entry [ 308283 ]
Today, I'm not sure where I'll go, nor do the others. I'm inside one of the departing helicopters, typing this in my cloud, which will automatically send it to [ Redacted ]'s database. The land of blood lies beneath us. I'm not joking or exaggerating when I say this. It truly resembles the Land of Blood. I am [Deleted], a young man who has been surviving interstellar wars and a mysterious virus for nearly a year. Hope Land will never be promising land for future survival today. We are now leaving that gruesome place, and this land was beneath our flying helicopter, and, as I previously stated, it is now land of blood. Oh my God. I'm sobbing. Even though I'm a man in his adolescence, I shouldn't be crying, but tears are already falling on the screen. Such a mess, truly a mess— [ Redacted ] has arrived that I am able to write this content at this time. Let me explain what happened today. I was supposed to be doing laundry with my two roommates when the walls began to crack and break. Before we knew it, we were confronted with a disfigured pile of meat composed of [ Deleted ] and one of my friends had been taken, eaten, and his right arm had fallen on my face as the scent of blood had penetrated my nose. But that isn't the real issue; they are those unidentified red insects, small birds, or whatever it was that [ Redacted ] all the matters in their own ways... ]
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[ Redacted ] Year
[ Deleted ] Day
Time [ 9:15 p.m. ]
Entry [ 318683 ]
I wanted to die. I wanted to die. I wanted to die. However, I am still alive. And, after seeing what happened to Hope Land, I want to live to the end. Everything vanished in a split second. I recall laughing because a young man was being chased by a large dog inside the [ Redacted] facility. That, I had no idea, would be one of my last laughs. It's a good thing that young man isn't as simple as he is, because he's one of the [ Redacted ] and saves us from that monstrous figure who blew up the [ Redacted ] facility into the grounds. I recall that the chaos began in a matter of seconds, and that death followed as those red massive groups of flying insects or birds that we are not aware of having devoured everything in their path. I've seen the young man fly into the sky, he is not really flying, yet his blood is forming into a large scythe swaying against the devourers, paving the way for us to stay alive...]
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