This is April 13th, 2071. “We lived in an environment with an average daily temperature of 200 degrees Fahrenheit. We could only rely on heat-reducing clothing to survive every day. This is my last recording. I must not regret it, because that is what I deserve.” Last response: / Accepted the request: S-E-L-F D-E-S-T-R-U-C-T-I-O-N/. Welcome! Location: Vapor World. Bot Number: 07. Our world is becoming more and more powerful. The luxuriant street is full of human-like robots, they talk to each other with an enthusiastic smile, warm oxygen gases flood the entire partition. Our world is shrouded in a stove. [Synth Music playing]. People walk straight like magazine models, they all wear VAPORIZERS made of hafnium and the heat-reducing clothing. In the 2020s, one greatest scientist – Siamor Jonson, created us of gen 1. Thanks to her, we have our brains, our bodies, even everything we want to have. We are doing much better than humans in the equality class. There’s a simple and important rule lived in our society: The operations of reservation and discarding are only between contributions and negligence. Useless trash should be thrown into the trash bin. Good news, no one damage their equipment. The purple transparent building of up to 6,500 feet provokes the stove above the head. That is the Institute of Virtual Technology, where most prestigious and highest-IQ educators work at. Very impressive. [Morning Daily News starts reporting…] Drongser Johanson, a 76-year old erudite professor from the IVT, was found dead in ashes last night by our Great Detective Ryan. Identity: HUMAN. When he left his position on April 13th, 2070, he realized that he didn’t achieve his dream project since his childhood. By the way, his childhood was unfortunate. Please excuse my interruption, but I want to start sympathizing with him now. / Checking out the individual’s data stack… /: Back in 1998, his parents were divorced. The father found a new love, and he lived with his father and his stepmother. Drongser's father is an electromagnetic engineering researcher, and whenever his father failed his experiment, Drongser would be beaten as soon as he could meet the angel. Drongser already got a grandiose plan in his mind since 2050, he wanted to change the rules of the whole universe. When the time machine, artificial intelligence, and high-tech inventions were mature in the scientific community, some people were still eager to explore the universe. Drongser was one of these people. He had tried to figure out how he could make the time stop during his last 20 years. But unfortunately, he had failed 2030 times until he left his position. He almost sacrificed one-fourth of his life. Although the fact was putting out in front of him, he knew what’s his next step. Drongser’s lab was in a desolate, unknown place. In Drongser’s lab, it was neat and clean everywhere. Drongser is a precise man, he doesn’t allow any imperfections exist in his laboratory. A pile of formulas was on the blackboard, take a closer look on the board: there is a beam of light and a spaceship, and some formulas under them. The door was opened, Drongser backed. He talked to himself, “I can't lose anymore, I’ve lost my beloved job, and my wife had driven me out of the house. There is nothing that can tether me, I can't cower this time.” From the view of the monitor, he seems to have a psychological epileptic seizure for around 15 minutes. Then, he pressed the button of the spacecraft and started the trite “Paul IV” spacecraft program. In an instant, the engine of the spacecraft slammed in the air, and he didn't realize anything, but Vaporizer sensed it. Still, he didn't realize anything. This time the spacecraft launched, accompanied by psychedelic steam. He sat down and suddenly his tears flowed out, umbrage and sadness seemed to badger him. Drongser couldn’t wait anymore, he had sworn to himself, no matter what, he had to study this time-machine project which is at the forefront of the scientific community (though it’s only in concepts). After dragging through this struggle, Drongser finally started his “adventure”. Crash! Drongser successfully completed his first part of the journey, perfectly broke through the atmosphere, and entered the space, everything was just as normal. Now, the speed of the spacecraft was 150,000 kilometers per second. Drongser thought that the situation was good then, he accelerated the spaceship to 300,000 kilometers per second. The spacecraft disappeared with a “Pop”. Drongser felt hurt. He was divided into billions of particles. After a while, he opened his eyes, the eyes were uncertain, hopeless, dark blue. He saw his craft was in a strange quagmire. The quagmire was clear and transparent as designed. Then it began to present the memory fragments of Drongser Johanson, playing like a movie of life. A picture of Drongser and his wife was also presented in the quagmire, two photogenic young people were smiling at the camera. Drongser watched the picture slowly disappeared, and he knew that he was running out of time. He recalled that he inveigled his wife to marry him and even beat her when he was drunk…. Such a wonderful and selfish one. This guy is a perfect Inheritor. Ultimately, the spacecraft falls into the quagmire. Everything was gone. At least for himself. The exploding spacecraft still braved the fierce flame. The noxious fire smoke filled the entire laboratory. The psychedelic steam also carried the rose scent on his wife's clothes. Drongser inhaled a lot of steam and fire smoke, and his fantasy was over. Drongser gradually realized that the current situation was precarious, but half of his body was stuck in the stump of the spacecraft. Half of his passion and mind were floating in the laboratory. Something was not under control. The fire was getting worse, and the temperature was still rising. Drongser picked up a recording pen hidden in the spaceship, gasped, “We lived in an environment with an average daily temperature of 200 degrees Fahrenheit. We could only rely on heat-reducing clothing to survive every day. This is my last recording. I must not regret it, because that is what I deserve.”, / Accept the request: S-E-L-F D-E-S-T-R-U-C-T-I-O-N/. “All of this is karma, and our problem is still not solved.” /Synth music paused/. BOOM! THE END.