The precursor walked alone into a refrigerated cabin on the Ark, where tall racks were neatly arranged. On the racks were tens of millions of sealed tubes, which was a seed bank that collected seeds from tens of millions of plant species on Earth, to be taken to a distant immigrant planet by the Ark. There were also several rows of racks, which were embryo libraries, refrigerating embryonic cells of over 100,000 animal species on Earth.
Next year, when the climate warms up, pioneers will go to Earth to plant grass. Among these tens of millions of species, there are extremely strong living grasses that can grow in ice and snow. They must be able to take root on the current Earth.
If the earths ecosystem can recover to one-tenth of what it was in the macro era, the micro-era will have a paradise within a paradise. In fact, the possibility of recovery is far from that. The pioneer is intoxicated with happy imagination, imagining the excitement when the micro-people see the towering green grass for the first time. What does a small patch of grass mean to the micro-people? A prairie! What does a prairie mean? Its a green universe for the micro-people! What about the streams in the prairie? When the micro-people stand at the roots of the grass and look at the clear stream, what a magnificent sight it is in their eyes! The leader of the earth said that there will be rain, and with rain, there will be prairies, and there will be streams! There must also be trees, oh, trees! The pioneer imagines a team of micro-people explorers starting from the roots of a tree, embarking on their long and wonderful journey. Every leaf is an endless green plain for them... There will also be butterflies, whose wings are colorful clouds spanning the sky in the eyes of the micro-people; there will also be birds, every chirp of which is a cosmic bell ringing in the ears of the micro-people...
Yes, one ten-billionth of the Earths ecological resources can support a population of 10 billion people in Micro-Era. Now, the pioneer finally understands a fact that micro-people have repeatedly emphasized to him.
The Microcosm is an era of carefree joy.
Nothing can threaten Micro Era unless...
The precursor shuddered, remembering what he had come to do. This matter could not be delayed for a second. He walked up to a row of racks and took out 100 sealed tubes.
This is the embryonic cell of his contemporary, the embryonic cell of a macro person.
The precursor put these sealed tubes into the laser waste incinerator, then returned to the cold storage warehouse and looked around carefully several times. After confirming that no such sealed tube was missed, he returned to the side of the incinerator and pressed the button without any emotion.
Under the high temperature of tens of millions of degrees in the laser beam, the sealed tube containing the embryo vaporized instantly.
Oh, Microcosm, Im here...
(The end)
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Postscript: "Micro-era" belongs to my "Sun" series creation plan, which was initially planned to take the theme of solar disaster and describe the process of human escape in various ways, ranking their successful escape. Later, it developed into describing all stories about the sun. The published ones include: "The Wandering Earth", "Full-band Blockage Interference", "Micro-era". There are four planned articles: "We sat down and wept on Pluto", the title is taken from Byrons poem "We sat down and wept by the rivers of Babylon", describing the human escape without hope during the solar disaster, and the establishment of a monument to human civilization on Pluto, which is more like a melancholy prose; "Water Float", describing the use of solar refining small planets; "Golden Palace", describing humanitys exploration of the suns interior; There is also an article called "Sun God", the content... readers, please wait and see.
(This article has been published in "Science Fiction World" 2001 No.4)
