Fu Qingjun was in a great mood.
Editing biological genes, evolving species, truly holds so many possibilities.
His whimsical ideas could come true; the electronic chip production line had really taken shape.
The snail species, having shed their snail shells, carried on their backs a heavy chip computer host, and were learning programming and mechanical engineering, continually optimizing their own versions.
"The development is rapid."
The better part of the day passed like this, and Fu Qingjun planned to have dinner. Before leaving, he took one more look at these lovely little snails,
"Keep it up!"
He hummed the song "Snail" as he went downstairs, looking at the sunlight outside the window,
"I want to climb up step by step."
"Waiting for the sun to quietly watch its face, a little sky with big dreams, a heavy shell covering the gentle gaze."
For the Huaxia chip, carry the chip, please bear the burden and move forward!
For the song of civilization, for the future.
