The holographic recorder plays a vague picture, what a middle -aged researcher is talking about. "Zizi ..." "I never thought of the world situation" "Zizi ..." "This terrible change will happen" "Those asshole completely destroyed this world" "Zizi ..." "War robots, nuclear weapons are all all all It is the nightmare of humans and even the earth. "" It's really unwilling ... "The holographic recorder was closed. You stand up and walk forward. "I have to leave, I have not grasped the terrible disease." "I have to escape." "Looking for the hope of life." Essence After the cabin door was opened, the dazzling sunlight came in, and you walked out slowly with your hands, leaving only a black back.