“We studied geomagnetism so we got the frequency that represented protection and confrontation. This allowed us to last over 100 years in this era. In fact, we have already been exposed to some truths.”

He wrote and drew on pieces of paper again and again. An Zhe quietly watched Polly’s back. Truth was so important to humanity, even in the impending moment of death. To him, it didn’t make much sense. Humans used various complex theories to represent the world but in his eyes, the world was the world. There weren’t so many things that could be analyzed and explained. It was just a complicated representation.

Polly was still talking.

“The wave of one frequency covers the wave of another frequency. There are strong and weak fluctuations among them. There are the strongest fluctuations that can cover everything in the world and also the weak and small fluctuations. Humans have weaker fluctuations so it is easy to be infected by other creatures and lose consciousness.”

He stared at the monsters coming from outside and his grey-blue eyes showed an almost neurotic look. An Zhe knew this represented his scientist’s brain going crazy. It was spinning at a frenzied speed, processing and getting so much information that he could only sort out his thoughts by speaking quickly. An Zhe heard Polly murmur, “What do they want? To get the most powerful frequency? Or do they sense that the magnetic field generator can emit a specific wave?”

“Or, or…” His eyes widened. “Is there an absolutely stable frequency?”

He grabbed a piece of paper. “Dr Ji once told me that the Northern Base had found a completely inert sample.”

He picked up the communication equipment.

An Zhe watched the scene quietly. Polly had said many things he didn’t understand. Even so, he understood a bit. How did he gain consciousness a long time ago? He couldn’t remember. It must’ve been a variation by coincidence, a ripple in this grand fluctuation, a slight ripple.

Thus, there was him. Then there was his fate. Later, he met An Ze. The fate of humanity was a piece of music that was in flux.

An Zhe gave a slight cough and stood up from his chair. If he didn’t pay attention then the pain wouldn’t be worth mentioning. Polly heard him get up and even at the moment of excitement, Polly still spoke to him in a gentle tone, “Don’t get up. You don’t need to help here and should have a good rest.”

Then Polly threw himself into his research and discovery.