It has no name, it is just a very common one among thousands.

But it has always longed for a name.

So it called itself rain.

Because the day it was born, it was raining.

It often doesn't understand why it, and the other guys around him who look alike, have no names, and even many of its friends don't even know who their mother is.

It has understood the concept of the word mother from birth.

This is where it differs from most individuals.

It was born nine thousand years ago.

One rainy night.

After its six mothers merged, they exchanged bloodlines and gave birth to hundreds of them including it... um... brothers and sisters? Yes, that's the word.

But none of its brothers and sisters have named themselves.

Its siblings did not care who their mother was, just as their mother never cared how many children they gave birth.

The rain is lonely.

It knows its mission, it’s something imprinted in its bloodline, and there are many memories that don’t belong to it. It doesn’t know whether it’s something in the bloodline or something in the memory that guides it, but it has wondered, the bloodline is It was given to it by six mothers, and the memory was also passed on to it by six mothers. The mother’s mother passed on to the mother. This is not its thing. Why does it work hard for these things that do not belong to it?

It does not know.

It is lonely because it finds that it cannot find someone to communicate with itself.

It is puzzled because... this world is inherently worthy of doubt.

Until one day, it heard a word.

Presence.

It just understood that it named itself, missed its mother, and wanted to find someone to communicate with itself, all because it wanted to exist.

But what is the sense of existence and where does it come from?

After many more years, it has merged with other individuals and has given birth to thousands of children. The child's child also has a child, and it only hears a word occasionally.

significance.

It lives on a "continent".

The mainland is all its compatriots, and these compatriots have their own responsibilities. Some compatriots are responsible for preserving and reproducing bloodlines, some compatriots need to preserve and reproduce memories, and some compatriots must deliver energy to other compatriots, and some compatriots. To prepare for dormancy, some compatriots are always looking for a better-fitting partner to perfect their blood.

It also has its own responsibilities, and it has many responsibilities.

It needs continuous reproduction.

I also need to pass on my blood and memory to my descendants as much as possible.

At the same time, it has another task...thinking.

It does not know why it has such a task. Most of its compatriots do not have this task, but it must do it. This is its responsibility, and it is happy to do so.

At a certain moment, it got a message.

The news came from other compatriots.

They are also heard from farther away.

The resources of this continent have been exhausted, and now they must stop multiplying, and weed out weaker compatriots, and also look for another continent.

So the mainland really started to move.

Most compatriots cannot feel the movement of the mainland.

But it can.

Then the continent was torn apart.

Many compatriots left along the bright red river.

It had also received the task to leave with its compatriots, but when it was about to leave, it was asked to stay.

It was discouraged.

Because it was originally looking forward to reaching a new continent and exploring more unknowns.

Because of this order, it was forced to stay, and then it issued a question.

Who on earth will order us again?

Who gave us these responsibilities?

who is it?

It asked over and over again.

Asked for a long time.

May be asked for a few days.

A few days, for it and its compatriots, it is very long. They can grow up after a dozen breaths, and reproduce after a dozen breaths, and they will have a few hundred breaths. The offspring that cannot be calculated.

So a few days are really long.

Finally, when the continent recovered as before, the cracks and valleys closed again, and the river was no longer turbulent, but flowing steadily. When it came to the river and sucked, it saw a fellow clan.

Like it, he can think and is curious about many things.

The only difference is that this family already has an answer.

It is very excited.

It communicates with the same race.

The same clan said that it knows the answers to many things, but it is dying because it evolves too fast. Although "Rain" knows nothing about many things, it is very healthy and powerful, and its ability to think is very good. rare.

So the same race merged with "Rain".

But not for reproduction.

They merge into one.

The same race gave up on themselves.

And all the memory, power, and energy are given to the rain.

Yu knew everything in an instant.

Know a lot, a lot, a lot of things.

It understood why the rain would fall.

I also understand why the river flows.

I understand more why the mainland will move.

When the rain knows enough, it is more painful.

It found that before, it suffered from not getting answers.

And now, it has got enough answers, but it wants to know more, wants to understand more, but, but...but...but its thinking has reached the upper limit, it found it It is too painful to be unable to make more complicated thinking.

So Yu, as he remembered, marched towards the heights of the mainland.

Then came to a white palace.

In the hall, there are tens of billions of kinsmen.

They are all like the rain, good at thinking and holding a lot of memories.

They are also the same as rain. Thinking has an upper limit. There are few things that can be thought of, and it is very simple.

Even most of the same race, the ability to think is not as good as rain.

They silently accepted Yu's participation and became one of them.

The world of rain was suddenly opened.

It found that what it could see in the past was just a small point.

It is connected with other kinsmen, it can think for them, they can also think for the rain, one kin thinks about one thing, the other kin thinks about another thing, they can think about two things at the same time, and make changes. Complex thinking.

Rain got unprecedented happiness.

The more individuals, the faster they think.

The stronger the individual, the higher the level of thinking.

Rain enjoys it all.

Yu found that all the kinsmen in this white palace do not need to think about other things, just thinking is enough. Among them, only some of them are old, or the speed of thinking can’t keep up, will leave this place. The White Palace, if you go to other places on the mainland, you may find another family to inherit your memory, and you may thrive.

At this time, Yu understood that each of them has its own responsibilities. Individual individuals cannot survive. They must give themselves for the whole.

Yu also understands that it has never received any order from an individual. Although all the people in this white palace are thinking, none of them can convey orders individually. Those so-called orders are only after collective thinking. Some simple signals that were drawn were quickly communicated to where they should be.

Decades have passed.

Many of the people in the White Palace have left.

But the rain is still there.

It is excellent.

One day, it got a power.

The power to multiply in the white palace.

It began to merge with other races in the White Palace and multiply its descendants.

Whenever new individuals multiply, some individuals with weaker thinking ability will leave.

Years passed.

In the White Palace, all individuals are already descendants of Yu.

They are connected together.

Yu faintly became their leader. Although there is no real and specific leader here, all the individuals in the White Palace call themselves "Rain."

Tens of billions of individuals are connected as a whole, with powerful thinking ability. Rain is all their ancestors and the center of the entire huge network. It can use this powerful thinking ability to think about many things. After opening many answers to puzzles, he heard a voice.

A voice hidden in the depths of blood and memory.

A voice that originated billions of years ago.