094. Jane. Neria

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094. Jane. Neria

All carbon-based life originates from a single cell.

No one knows why this cell appeared, especially in the primitive, dark depths of water. Some mystic enthusiasts believe it was divinely orchestrated, but it's more likely that countless base pairs and purines came together by chance.

From the beginning, life was filled with absurdity, comedy, and uncertainty.

One day, this solitary cell decided to split itself.

What was the point of that?

Today, it's hard for people to imagine what reason a brainless cell could have had to decide to "split" itself in two.

But regardless, from the moment it decided to divide and replicate itself, the once lifeless, turbulent ocean would become vibrant and colorful billions of years later.

Absorb energy, shape, divide, replicate, absorb energy, shape, divide, replicate, aggregate, combine, form tissues, cell differentiation...

"N... Nomi..."

Amino acids, calcification, bones, muscles, amniotic membranes, egg membranes, oviparous, mammalian, nerves, spinal cord, myelin, mandible, expanded skull, teeth differentiation, stereoscopic vision—

"Nomi!"

Eyes moved, pushing out crystalline secretions, eardrums resonated, brain information storage mobilized, synapses fired, bioelectricity flowed through nerves, reflex activated, brain request: Open eyes.

Brain replied: Permission granted.

She slowly opened her eyes, her eyelids sticky with wet tears, the glaring fluorescent lights piercing her eyes, and her pupils adjusted.

Iris pigments settled, reflecting a deep purple, and her optic nerves resumed normal function.

"Welcome back."

She muttered, slowly lifting her head, her brain rapidly processing, scanning mechanically left and right, her vision instantly capturing two human figures.

The left target appeared to be a male human, armed, about 185 cm tall, gray eyes, black hair, pale skin, almost wrinkle-free, highly attractive, causing her hormone levels to spike.

Retrieving information—matching target: Li Aozi.

The right target appeared to be a female human, about 171 cm tall, red hair, light eyes, holding her hand, visibly emotional, tears in her eyes.

Retrieving information—matching target: Qiu Ran.

"Thank goodness, Nomi, you're finally back!"

Qiu Ran hugged her tightly, crying with relief.

"Nomi?"

A strange, low voice sounded. Li Aozi looked up in surprise, staring at her with confusion.

She slowly turned her head, pushing Qiu Ran away. In Qiu Ran's light eyes, she saw her own reflection:

Deep purple eyes, long silver-gray hair draped over her shoulders, sharp features, not exactly beautiful, with slightly high cheekbones giving a cold, metallic impression.

"Nomi..."

Qiu Ran said in confusion.

"I'm not Nomi. You've got the wrong person, comrade."

She covered her chest with her hand, looking up at Li Aozi, her deep purple eyes conveying friendliness:

"Please find me some clothes, after all, there's a difference between men and women, Mr. Li Aozi."

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