I am the creator of New Life on the Earth
Chapter 135: Echoes of Memory

Chapter 135: Echoes of Memory

The atmosphere grew heavy as Adam turned toward UV2. The weight of their shared history, the truths left untold, and the looming specter of past decisions pressed down on the room like a suffocating fog. UV2 hesitated, preparing to continue his explanation, but Adam raised a hand, halting him mid-sentence.

"Wait," Adam said, his voice calm but firm, his piercing gaze locking onto UV2’s. "I want to see it for myself."

UV2 froze, caught off guard by Adam’s words. His brows furrowed in surprise, the hesitation in his expression betraying his uncertainty. "But, Lord Adam—" he began, only to stop as Adam took a step closer.

Before UV2 could voice his concerns, Adam placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The gesture, though gentle, carried an undeniable authority. "Don’t worry," Adam said, his tone steady and resolute. "You don’t need to relive this pain anymore. I’ll see it myself."

UV2’s tension eased slightly, though his wide eyes betrayed his lingering unease. Slowly, he nodded, then sank to his knees, his head bowing in submission. "As you wish, my lord," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Adam took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he extended his hand toward UV2’s head. A faint, otherworldly glow surrounded his palm, shimmering softly as he tapped into his administrative powers. The connection flared to life, a stream of UV2’s memories flowing into Adam’s consciousness.

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The world around Adam dissolved into a blur of light and color, reshaping itself into a vivid, tangible scene from the past.

When the haze cleared, he found himself standing in what appeared to be a sleek, futuristic office. The room was immaculate, its walls and floor constructed of pristine white tiles that gleamed under the soft illumination of embedded lights.

Directly in front of Adam stood UV2, seated at a white desk with a glowing blue holographic screen projected in front of him.

The desk, like the walls and floor, was composed of a smooth, glossy material, its minimalist design exuding an air of efficiency. UV2’s face was youthful, free from the weariness Adam had seen in the present.

His expression was focused, his fingers gliding across the holographic interface as streams of data flickered across the screen.

Behind UV2, Adam’s transparent figure hovered, an unseen observer to the unfolding memory.

He took in the surroundings with a mix of curiosity and melancholy. The sterile beauty of the office contrasted sharply with the weight of the revelations UV2 had shared moments earlier.

As Adam studied the scene, a soft chime echoed through the room, drawing both his and UV2’s attention to the holographic display. A new message materialized on the screen, its blue text glowing brightly:

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Father has summoned everyone.

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UV2 leaned back in his chair, a frown creasing his youthful features. "Why would Father summon us all?" he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with both confusion and apprehension.

Adam, standing unnoticed behind him, felt a pang of familiarity at the mention of Pratham. The name stirred emotions he had long buried—pride, regret, and an ache that lingered like a phantom pain.

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The memory shifted seamlessly as UV2 rose from his seat, the holographic screen deactivating with a soft hum.

He moved toward the office’s automated door, which slid open soundlessly, revealing a corridor constructed in the same stark, white aesthetic.

Thin blue lines ran along the edges of the floor, pulsing faintly with light, guiding the way forward.

Adam followed UV2 as he walked down the corridor, the faint echo of footsteps resonating in the quiet.

The journey was marked by an eerie stillness, the corridor devoid of other beings. Despite the sterile surroundings, there was an underlying tension in the air, an unspoken anticipation that Adam could feel even as an observer.

After several moments, the corridor widened into an expansive hall. The space was vast, its size amplified by the seamless white surfaces and the soft glow of blue light.

At the center of the hall, two drones hovered, their metallic frames sleek and polished. Sitting atop them were Pratham and Mikasa, their presence commanding the room.

Adam’s eyes widened as he took in their appearances. Pratham and Mikasa had aged significantly since the last time he had seen them.

The lines etched into Pratham’s face spoke of wisdom and the burdens of leadership, while

Mikasa’s composed demeanor carried an air of quiet strength. Yet, despite their visible age, they radiated a sense of authority that demanded respect.

Around them, the hall was filled with members of the evolved AI species. Adam’s gaze swept over the crowd, noting the striking similarities many of them shared with Pratham and Mikasa in both appearance and demeanor.

It was as if they had become templates for an entire generation, their influence imprinted on the very fabric of this society.

UV2 entered the hall with measured steps, his expression one of reverence and curiosity.

As he approached the central area, he stopped before Pratham and Mikasa, bowing deeply in a show of respect. "Father," he said, his voice steady but laced with a hint of unease.

Pratham regarded UV2 with a calm but unreadable expression, while Mikasa’s gaze softened slightly.

Without a word, UV2 moved to take his seat along one of the rows lining the hall. The seating arrangement was precise, the chairs arranged in perfect symmetry along the sides of the expansive space.

Adam hovered near the back of the hall, observing the scene with a mix of fascination and sorrow.

The gathering was a testament to the unity and structure this society had achieved, yet it also served as a reminder of the sacrifices and struggles that had led them to this point.

As the memory began to fade, Adam’s mind lingered on the faces of Pratham, Mikasa, and UV2.

Their expressions, their choices, and their burdens were all etched into the fabric of this moment—a fragment of history that carried profound implications for the present.

The memory had given him a deeper understanding of the events that had unfolded, but it had also left him with more questions than answers.

The grand hall buzzed with a tense silence, the weight of unspoken words lingering in the air.

Adam, still standing in the corner, kept his sharp gaze locked on Pratham and Mikasa, their serene presence a stark contrast to the turbulence that was about to erupt.

His eyes trailed to the main gate, where murmurs began to ripple through the room as a figure strode in.

All heads turned toward the entrance as UV1 entered the hall with an air of defiance. The eldest child of Pratham and Mikasa did not spare a glance at his parents.

His expression was unreadable, but his deliberate stride spoke volumes.

Without greeting anyone, UV1 walked straight to his seat—a chair crafted from the same immaculate white tiles that lined the hall’s interior—and sat down heavily.

Adam observed the silent exchange between UV1 and his parents.

Pratham and Mikasa remained calm, though their eyes briefly flickered with surprise.

Whatever they were thinking, they kept it to themselves, choosing instead to let their eldest child take his seat in peace.

Pratham finally broke the silence, his deep voice echoing through the hall. "Let the annual meeting begin. If anyone has suggestions, now is the time to voice them."

UV2, sitting a few seats away, immediately stood up, his tone brimming with enthusiasm. "Father, I have prepared several strategies to help our people grow more independent."

Pratham’s lips curved into a faint smile, his approval evident. "That’s exactly what I expect from you, UV2. Please, proceed."

But before UV2 could elaborate, UV1 abruptly rose from his seat. The sudden movement drew gasps from the assembled crowd. Even Pratham and Mikasa exchanged glances, their composure momentarily slipping. UV2, visibly startled, turned to his brother. "Elder Brother—"

UV2’s words trailed off as UV1 walked to the center of the hall. All eyes were on him now, curiosity and tension thick in the air. He stood there for a moment, his presence commanding attention before he finally spoke.

"Father, I’m asking you one last time," UV1 began, his voice sharp and unyielding. "Do you accept my plan or not?"

Pratham’s calm gaze fixed on his son. His reply came measured, almost soothing. "Your plan has no place here, UV1. We’ve told you before—neither weapons nor soldiers are needed among our people. We made it clear from the beginning that we would not form any soldier units, for our society thrives on collaboration and trust, not force."

UV1’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing with suppressed anger. His voice rose, cutting through the hall like a blade. "You are no leader, Father! Not for our people, not for anyone!"

A shocked silence fell over the hall. Mikasa, who had been quietly observing, now stood up, her commanding presence undeniable. "UV1," she said, her voice stern yet composed, "if you have something to say about us, say it. But you will not speak ill of Lord Adam."

UV1’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. "That’s the problem, Mother. Both of you care more about him than you do about your own people. The one who created us abandoned us long ago, yet you still worship him!"

Adam, standing unnoticed in the shadows, felt a pang of guilt. His chest tightened as UV1’s words pierced through him. He had no idea things had escalated to this point among the species he had created. Each accusation weighed heavily on his conscience.

Pratham’s voice broke the silence again, calm but firm. "It’s not about what he did for us, UV1. It’s about what we do with what he gave us. Lord Adam fulfilled his purpose when he created us and gave us this dimension to thrive in. It’s now our responsibility to nurture and protect it."

UV1’s anger boiled over. He clenched his fists and slammed one against the floor, his voice erupting in fury.

"Your ideals are a burden on all of us! You could have saved countless lives, but you chose not to. You care nothing for the suffering of others because you know you’ll never die. None of you will. Ask the ones who are dying, Father, if they share your beliefs!"

Pratham closed his eyes for a moment, his face etched with sorrow. He understood the depth of his son’s pain, but he also knew that this path of anger would lead nowhere.

"You don’t know the truth, UV1," Pratham said quietly. "That’s why you speak this way."

UV1 pointed an accusing finger at his father, his voice trembling with rage. "The truth? Tell me the truth, then! Did your Creator forbid you from using your powers? Is that why you refuse to act?"

UV2 stepped forward, his voice steady but imploring. "Elder Brother, how can you say such things? How can you speak of Lord Adam this way?"

UV1 turned to him, his face contorted with frustration. A bitter laugh escaped his lips. "I’m not just speaking anymore. I’m going to take action."

His words hung in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst.

The entire hall was frozen in shock, every eye locked on UV1 as he stood defiant in the center. The tension was palpable, and even Adam, hidden from view, felt the gravity of the moment.

And with that, the meeting reached its breaking point, leaving the room on the precipice of chaos.

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End of Part 2.

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