Wallfacer: I suggest that humans be bad

Chapter 110 The Art of the Bojiang People
"Several messengers, what have you brought?"

After talking with Chen Xi, Li Bai asked the three envoys of civilization.

The secretary-general took out a silver-white suitcase and handed it over, and spoke first: ""The Post on the Balcony", an authentic work handed down from generation to generation."

"I heard that you love to collect small objects of civilization, and that's probably the only thing worthy of your collection in human civilization, an unsurpassable art."

The box floated to Li Bai's side and opened automatically. He stroked the yellowed white linen paper and nailed the atoms to death.

"Two centuries, most of which were during the war period. It's hard to preserve these things, right?"

Yiyi said: "It is very hard work. The United Nations has proposed to destroy these things many times. Although it was not approved, the officials have also decided that they will not consume any financial and material resources for these things."

"Survival is the most important thing, we have to give up these." His tone was a little choked.

"These historical relics were originally stored on the moon, but later, the devourers wanted to completely destroy the moon, so we had to transfer them to the star ring. At that time, some of the sealed artworks were handed over to us cultural inheritors. My mission is to protect them so that they can survive until the end of the war."

Yiyi is a child who grew up on the moon.

"Well, it's a very precious thing, I can't take it." Li Bai said.

The brightness of the flames in the spaceship's furnace increased sharply, and halos of various colors also surged on the surrounding planes.

A seal and ink pad fell into Li Bai's hands one after another, and he stamped a seal on "Tie on the Balcony".

"This is enough."

Yiyi took back the suitcase and found that there were two extra cursive inscriptions on the original handwriting.

The people in Bojiang handed over to Li Bai a tube of DNA hard drive, which contained about ten cubic millimeters of DNA material and stored more than 7000 terabytes of information.

"We don't have poetry in the human sense. The art of our Bojiang people usually uses DNA to record their momentary feelings about the world, whether it is beauty, happiness, or pain."

Art that works directly on the senses.

"DNA can replicate itself, and these arts will be shared with everyone for free through food."

The digestive organs of the Bojiang people can read the DNA information in the food, and their art revolves around the food.

Li Bai laughed and said: "Your art has certain similarities with the life forms of the higher races in the universe."

Chen Xi said: "Every Bojiang person can empathize, which is something that human beings can't find."

"People's hearts are separated by a thick wall, but we are working hard to solve this problem." The Secretary-General showed a firm look.

"Bojiang people are our reference objects, and we will use technical means to move closer to that direction."

Li Bai smiled and said: "The little bugs who know their mistakes and can correct them are good bugs. When I travel, I will try my best to help you restore the despicable reputation of human beings in the universe society."

"I want to build an ecological neural network here, is it possible?" Li Bai asked Chen Xi again.

"Of course, the Bojiang people are members of the Pan-Human Council, and there should be a place here that belongs to them."

The ball on the spaceship moves to transform the ecology. Li Bai transforms himself first, turning himself into a Bojiang person.

Chen Xi asked curiously: "Can you reform me? I want to experience the life form of Bojiang people."

Then, a colorful light enveloped him.

"You's dimension is too low, I can only make your digestive organs have the function of interpreting DNA information, a comprehensive transformation is equivalent to killing you."

While transforming the ecology, Li Bai asked the Devourer: "Messenger, if you have any thoughts, please speak up."

The swallowing ambassador handed over a box of hard drives to Li Bai: "Dear God, here are some long poems we have selected."

Li Bai said: "I collected your art a long time ago, when I searched for the Pan-Human Council."

"Your art, how should I put it, has no sense of beauty."

"Three-dimensional space is very simple, and three-dimensional art should also be simple and rich, but your art, like many high-dimensional civilizations I have come into contact with, uses a complex and obscure system to describe what you see and hear. The millions of lines of poems of human beings are not comparable to a human seven-character meter, or even a five-character meter."

The envoy devoured the gift silently in disappointment.

Communication fails, and it is art that determines the fate of a civilization, which is really absurd.

Li Bai went on to say: "I have a suggestion, which can end your war and allow the three civilizations to continue."

"A world at the other end of the galaxy, there is a civilization there, which is backward than me, but more advanced than you. They transformed a planet into a zoo, and now there is a shortage of animals."

"I can move any of you over there. You will be raised as a kind of poultry and live a happy life without worrying about food and clothing, but you will lose the right to racial development until they are willing to let you go back to nature. This process only needs tens of millions In [-], after ascending to the twelfth dimension, completing pure energy transformation, and mastering the way of moving over distance, they no longer need the low-level art of zoos.”

The Secretary-General was the first to say: "Then it can only be a dinosaur. Human beings would rather die than die."

"Moreover, dinosaurs are the losers in the war, and this is the treatment that the losers should enjoy."

The Devourer said angrily: "The great Devourer Empire cannot be a pet, we would rather die in battle."

"Don't think that you have the chance to win!"

Li Bai poured himself a glass of wine and sighed: "It cannot be tamed, this is the power of the soul."

"Then there's no other way, just do it yourself."

As he spoke, Li Bai picked two fruits from the field and handed one to Chen Xi.

Chen Xi ate it in one bite, it was moist and moist, sweet and sour, not bad.

After a while, the digestive system started to work, and the information in the fruit DNA was deciphered bit by bit.

Chen Xi rubbed his temples, feeling his head sore, and a lot of confusing information flooded into his mind.

Seeing Chen Xi's appearance, Li Bai burst into laughter: "Bojiang people's art is to use the DNA information in food to change the body's senses, and then transmit the perceptual information to the brain."

"The sensory systems of humans and Bojiang people do not match, and forced interpretation will only result in garbled characters.

"You tricked me." Chen Xi said speechlessly.

"Turn me back."

Li Bai nodded, and another colorful light appeared on the ball.

He took a bite of the fruit, savored it for a while, and said with a shiver, "Very interesting art."

"One moment standing on the top of the mountains, cold wind, low pressure, and difficulty breathing, the next moment it turns into a free bird soaring into the sky, the bird flies across the blue sky, flies to the universe, suffocates, loses pressure, and the life form changes immediately. Be a ship in the universe..."

The original spaceships of the Pojans were biomorphic, and these feelings are the true feelings of certain creatures.

"What's the name of this poem?"

People in Bojiang said: "The road of evolution, the song of the sky."

(End of this chapter)