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... s are discarded, reveals a similar template: the same mouse, groping and b.u.mping in different mazes.

In the first few years as a posthuman, Wu Yiliu was greatly interested in others’ evolution stories; but gradually, he stopped asking. He became more interested in hearing stories of before people evolved.

“I evolved in a gap between two mini-doomsdays. Just like I told Milan, I planned from the beginning to take advantage of the empty gap. I didn’t want to instantly be affected ...

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