"I might have developed unrealistic fantasies, maybe our civilization can still be saved, perhaps it can still be passed down..."
"So I wait, and wait. Initially, I recorded the information in an external intelligent brain, but I feared that the Interstellar Corps might not understand the unique biological data of our civilization. Later, I carved the text onto the wall, only to find that after tens of thousands of years, even metal would wear away..."
"Eventually, I discovered that my skin, under the power of 'God', could preserve it even longer than the walls..."
"So there I was, carving my information bit by bit."
"Look, this is most of our civilization's history, including the different customs and cultures of our 28 different ethnic groups, 28 different languages, and every piece of literature and history I could find, all carved into my skin."
