For example, facing an apple and an orange, the human knew it was an apple and an orange, but the apple itself didn’t know it was an apple and the orange didn’t know it was an orange. They would never know and only humans knew.

Just like a mushroom didn’t know its beginning and a short-lived cicada didn’t know the seasons, the biology of humans could only be analyzed through appearance errors, They didn’t know what made up themselves and what made them human. It was an incomprehensible system.

It was just that when the Simpson Cage analyzed the basic particles, they briefly glanced at an insignificant reflection of truth and saw the clues of real definition, grasping several frequencies worth mentioning. In this symphony of the universe, human beings were most likely to be disturbed by the notes of other creatures while this inexplicable mushroom with his own consciousness was the stable frequency that could tolerate everything. Once this stability was given to the world, a short-lived peace came.

“This is probability,” Polly Joan said, “Probability is fate and life is chance.”

An Zhe had just been fed a slice of apple by Lu Feng when he heard this. The newly picked apple just needed to be bitten and it was full of a sweet and slightly sour juice. An Zhe forgot what he wanted to say and was blocked by another piece.

“What about an orange?” He asked, “What is the taste of an orange?”

Lu Feng had told him to wait for autumn. Polly invited them to eat apples and future oranges.

On the way back to the room, An Zhe finished eating half an apple and the other half was left to Lu Feng—he had intended to cut the colonel’s pieces but Lu Feng didn’t let him touch the knife. An Zhe didn’t argue with the colonel over this type of thing. If it wasn’t for the fact that the other person was Lu Feng then he wouldn’t even want to cut the apple. He was sleepy and it was time for a nap.

However, he couldn’t sleep. He held a tablet and looked down at it. The tablet stored all the data he had searched for in the 10 days since he woke up. An electronic version of the Base United Daily News, research records copied from Dr Ji’s computer, laboratory manuals copied from Polly’s computer and many other similar things.

Lu Feng sat beside him. An Zhe quickly turned around and didn’t show it to this person. Lu Feng laughed softly and stuffed the remaining half of the apple into An Zhe’s stomach.

The apple might be delicious and the colonel was also very good but An Zhe didn’t want Lu Feng to be by his side when looking at this information. He was always suspicious and felt that Lu Feng was watching his screen.