花开美利坚

I have never believed in the existence of gods. Even if someone tells me that the monsters of Loch Ness are pets kept by Martians, they are probably more real than Jehovah and Lao Tzu.

This thought of mine may really offend the gods, or a certain god wants to use influence to convince me of their existence.

Obviously, they succeeded.

I am starting to be suspicious. When I go to church, I will bow my head religiously and see a monk. I will put my hands together. If I can go to the Taoist temple, I will probably also put on the incense stick and make a wish.

Probably it may also be a masterpiece of aliens. They saw me as a “faithful atheist” and gave me a chance to experience it. Somalia’s star gates might really need to be closed to prevent those aliens from coming to Earth to play pranks—if that thing really exists.

In New York in 1948, a little girl named Catherine was born.

Catherine: My goal is to earn enough assets to squander 200 years in the first 20 years of life, and then spend them in 50 years!

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This article is a transfiguration novel, with content that is unacceptable to ordinary humans, so enter it with caution.