【Historical Live Broadcast】Watching videos and being seen by our ancestors

Chapter 592 My Eternal Counterfeit Friend

I know you're fake.

But the seabed is real, the loneliness is real, and the shadow you shielded me from is real too.

I am a coconut octopus, a master of disguise in the deep sea, and an eternally lonely island.

I have nine brains, which typically calculate the percentage of water flow, prey, and death.

Until that day, I used them together to solve an unsolvable problem.

Why save a shadow that can't even understand "pain"?

That day, you intruded into my territory.

Stiff, clumsy, a perfect replica of my form but lifeless.

The feedback from the tentacle was cold and hard, like a rock that refused to be corroded.

[Nine brains simultaneously issuing alarms: This is not life]

[Until the shadow of the blacktip reef shark swallowed the light along with it, I instinctively shrank into the fragile bamboo tube, calculating the probability of being dragged out.]

Then you moved, clumsily but determinedly inching towards me, still bearing the coconut shell, and stopped.

Is this for me?

My suction cups read the intention of the water flow; at that moment, the sophisticated algorithms of nine brains fell silent simultaneously.

No living being would do that, in a life-or-death situation, push their only shield to a stranger who had tested them.

I took the coconut shell, fastened it, and the shark's tail fin brushed against it, the water pressure sending shivers down my spine.

Once I'm safe, I swim closer and gently touch you with my tentacles.

Thank you! Although I know you wouldn't understand.

From then on, that coconut shell grew onto my body, and later, a seashell was added.

[Two layers of armor: one to protect against sharp teeth, and one to encase memories]

This is the only contract between us that has warmth.

If any of my kind covet it, I will drive them away fiercely.

They don't understand; this is more than just a tool.

This is evidence that an alien creature once stopped for me in this seabed where only predation and escape exist.

On the seabed, storms never give a warning.

The level 15 turbulence reshaped the world.

I curled up in an old burlap sack; it was the perfect solution for survival.

Then, I saw you in the storm, tossed and turned by the raging torrents, your plastic eyes, which would never close, watching a destruction that had nothing to do with you.

You feel no fear, and therefore you are deprived of the right to be a fugitive.

The moment I charged out, the suction cups on my eight tentacles screamed in betrayal, and the evolutionary code of 300 million roared.

Stop, this is the most foolish way to die.

But I rushed towards you, against the turbulent currents that tore the coral apart, embracing our shared coconut shell, as if embracing a fragile promise.

The instant my tentacles tightened around your icy shell, I pulled you into my arms, using my flesh and blood to press against the crevice in the rock.

The ocean currents lash against my real mantle.

At that moment, I understood that I wasn't saving a toy; I was rescuing the part of myself that had been "protected."

[This is proof that in my short, tide-like life, there was someone who stopped for me. And I, too, can go against the current for it once.]

The storm has subsided, and the seabed has returned to its desolate tranquility.

You are unharmed, time seems to have no effect on you; while I bear real scratches on my skin, blue blood seeping and congealing.

I am about to face my destiny: to find a mate, to lay eggs, and then to wither and dissolve while guarding them.

My life is a three-year-long firework display with constantly changing skin.

And you will forever sit here, becoming an eternal, empty monument on the seabed.

[To be discovered by the next three-year-old octopus, to be given new meaning by the next short life]

So, goodbye, my eternal counterfeit friend.

When I transform into nameless nutrients in the sea, please continue to be the most perfect "fake" on this seabed, so that we, these real, fleeting, and lonely lives, can still believe on our journey to our respective ends.

Even the coldest illusion has undeniably brought warmth; even if we are destined to lose everything, we have had moments worth going against the tide.

"A highly intelligent, mad, and contradictory octopus falls in love with a machine that cannot die or decay. Knowing that the other will not be harmed, he goes against his instincts to protect it, yet he is forced to walk towards death under the drive of his instincts. But he is not worried, because his lover will not love him."

"When the bionic octopus uses a coconut shell to protect itself, the operator behind it is real; what it loves is the soul that saved it with the coconut shell in the first place."

The world is fake, but love is real.

Love is real, and the world is real.

"The crew, who had already prepared a fake octopus that had been swept away by ocean currents to an unknown location, saw the octopus they had once helped risking its life to pull it out."

"I will go against my instincts, against my nature, to love you forever."

"I am old and frail, but the Great Sage's splendor remains [lying down]"

"It suddenly occurred to me that over the years, I can feel myself getting older, but you are still as radiant and youthful as when we first met [crying][crying][crying]"

"I know you're fake, but my love for you is real, and the kindness you showed me was real."

You were an unexpected surprise to me.

“I don’t dare to use AI, I don’t dare to chat with AI. This is also the fundamental reason why I don’t play otome games. I know they are not real people, and I will become dependent on the feeling of chatting. But the more I do this, the clearer I am that no one truly loves me. I feel emptier and more painful inside, and I feel more pathetic and pathetic.”

Our ancestors under the sky never imagined that even an animal, knowing that the creature before it was fake, could have such genuine feelings for it.

The youngest son of the puppet shop scratched his head. "I used to not understand why my father would always make new clothes for the puppets in the shop, smiling and never complaining about the trouble, just like he would treat people."

When I was young, I was too young to understand things and liked to play around. I would steal the puppets from home and take them out to play. When I was playing with my friends, I broke a few of the puppets. When my father found out, he was so angry that he beat me with a stick. My mother tried to stop him, but she couldn't.

I couldn't stand it at the time. I thought my father only loved those good-for-nothings and not me, so I said some nonsense without thinking, and even said that I would sever my father-son relationship with him.

Now that I have something I like, I put myself in my father's shoes. If my son broke something I liked, I would break his legs. Thinking about it now, I was really a bastard back then!

Sigh, that's right, everyone has something they cherish. If my child breaks any of my late husband's belongings, you should give him a good beating to vent your anger!

That's right, that's right. A 78-year-old kid is just annoying and a nuisance, you can't help but discipline him! Wait a minute, where did you get a deceased husband from?

"I am a person from the Ming Dynasty." The husband replied with an expression of utter astonishment.