Ending

                                    

                                          
A meteor shower a hundred years ago brought many beautiful and dreamy imaginations to those who had dreams, and also brought unknown mysterious things to the blue earth.
    Humans cannot know his name, gender, or purpose. They only know that wherever he passes, he will leave one legend after another, and anyone who peeks into his corner will fall into madness because of touching something incomprehensible.
    In order to curb this situation, humans secretly organized relevant departments. Since humans cannot look directly at his existence, they created mechanical life and built a huge data network based on big data.
    And hard work pays off. After a hundred years, they finally got in touch with him.
    Maybe because of boredom, or maybe for fun, he made a bet with the mechanical life.
    As long as there are humans who can survive in the world he built and under his projection, he will recognize the value of human existence, and will restrain his power from then on. Maybe he will be moved by the great dedication of humans and leave this blue planet.
    His words were said with a playful nature, and the data network could not guess whether His words were true or false, but they had to try.
    Big data analyzed all the humans on the earth, and through calculation and capture, selected the humans they thought were suitable to participate in the contract between them and Him.
    Originally, in their calculations, as long as they had their guidance, the survival rate of humans in the game would be increased, but their calculations were easily captured by Him, and all the No. 9s with the function of guidance were detained by His power and disconnected from the host.
    Although it was unknown why He changed his mind and released them, it gave them hope, a hope that He had admitted defeat.
    "So this is the truth about my being chosen?"
    In the white room, there were electronic screens on all sides. They were like eyes, staring at the girl sitting on the chair. A one-eyed metal ball with a pair of small wings flew in front of her and circled exaggeratedly several times.
    "You are one of the choices of our big data, and you are the only one who has truly survived from every world."
    Bai Yao leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and said lazily: "It turns out that I am not the only choice."
    Number 9 answered honestly: "There are a total of 108,432 people in this test, and you are one of them."
    After Bai Yao woke up, she found herself in this white room. Number 9 told her that in this building made of metal and data, there were no other humans except her.
    Because He cannot be touched, cannot be peeped, and even His voice cannot be heard.
    One by one, the eliminated humans were sent out because of brain damage. They need to receive treatment and will forget all the memories of being selected as testers.
    In fact, according to the calculation of big data, even if Bai Yao was selected as one of the testers, her survival rate among all the testers is not high.
    The No. 9s would also make bets among themselves. Maybe the strong man would be more likely to survive, or the man with a high IQ would survive, or maybe the woman with the charm of a crowd-pleaser would be the winner. None of them thought that Bai Yao, who had a daughter's disease, would survive to the end.
    She relied on a reckless operation, the quirk of lusting after young and exotic bodies, and played cards unconventionally, making the projection of Him in each world evolve into a love-brain.