The existentialist swings continue to sway in Universe 42. The singer-engineer discovers each swing possesses a distinct "Free Amplitude." Cheng Xin sits upon a swing forged from the alloy of Kierkegaard's leap of faith, her bronze rain milk bottle swaying to the rhythm of Nietzsche's eternal recurrence. The milk traces spirals of Zarathustra across the vacuum.
"Detecting fluctuations of 'Responsibility Anxiety'! "The nursery singer's retinal monitor detected symptoms of Choice Paralysis in the civilized individual on the swing frame—a Three-Body civilization oscillating excessively between Migration and Stay, causing a Heideggerian 'thrownness' fracture in its social structure. The infant's Cambrian pupils suddenly reflected a holographic projection of Sartre: 'Man is free, man is inevitably free—but freedom is too heavy.'
As Camus's absurd counterweights began to shed, the swing matrix abruptly entered Zhuangzi's "Land of Nothingness" frequency. Cheng Xin felt the baby bottle in her hand grow light, its milk of moral courage vaporizing into a quantum mist of the Free and Easy Wandering.
In the Silent Church of Bronze Rain, representatives of offline civilizations practiced Wittgensteinian silence. Cheng Xin tuned the pacifier to the Zen koan channel, but received only the Tao Te Ching's interference wave: "The Tao that can be spoken of is not the eternal Tao." The Singer Engineer attempted to crack the silence with an Analytical Philosophy syntax analyzer, only for the device to output Krishnamurti's maxim: "Truth is a land without paths."
The infant's umbilical cord suddenly coiled into the Lotus Position, while Devonian scales secreted Buddhist mindfulness mucus. As the cosmic mandala of the Surangama Sutra unfolded across the cathedral dome, a carbon-based civilization representative achieved sudden enlightenment. Tearing up the draft of the Social Contract, they began writing a quantum version of the Heart Sutra in the vacuum.
Fragments of β-20's love letter seeped from the silence, crystallizing on the bench into rebellious dewdrops of Osho: "Morality is social, truth is personal—yet your personal realm may outstretch society's bounds."
As some civilizations slid toward moral nihilism in absolute freedom, Cheng Xin initiated the Abyssal Fishing Project. Using Confucius's "benevolence" as bait and Kant's starry sky as line, she cast into Schopenhauer's ocean of the will to live. The singer-caretaker detected off-the-charts readings of existential emptiness at the line's end and urgently deployed Viktor Frankl's meaning therapy buoy.
"Caught an absurdism octopus!" The infant's Cambrian pupils dilated as it saw the creature's tentacles laden with Camus's Sisyphean stones. Cheng Xin attempted to dissect it using Zhuangzi's butcher's technique, only to unleash postmodern deconstructive ink that blackened the entire fishing zone.
As Nietzsche's hook—bait "God is dead"—was snapped, the bronze rain pacifier suddenly emitted Wang Yangming's heart-learning frequency: "Before you gaze upon this flower, it and your heart alike dwell in stillness." Abyssal void creatures suddenly blossomed through photosynthesis, transforming into a luminous swarm of existentialist jellyfish.
At the edge of moral nihilism's abyss, Cheng Xin convened the Wildfire Assembly of Spark Civilizations. Each civilization brought its ethically heretical outcasts: one civilization adhered to Vegetarianism yet was forced to devour nebulae; another upheld Absolute Peace while surviving in the Dark Forest.
"Let wildfire consume all 'oughts'!" The infant ignited Zhuangzi's "burning wood, passing flame" ritual with its umbilical cord. The singer-engineer watched in horror as the burning produced "ethical ashes" that reorganized into the "Multiverse Moral Spectrum"—from Confucian rites to anarchist ecstasy, every moral stance found its wavelength.
Cheng Xin tosses the bronze rain pacifier into the flames. Milk vaporizes in the inferno, forming a rainbow of the "Global Ethical Baseline": "Do not destroy, do not enslave, do not deny others' right to exist—all else is a free zone!" Beta-20's love letter is reborn in the fire, its text updated: "Morality is not a shackle, but the boundary line of the dance floor."
When the wildfire died, all civilizations discovered they had established Offline Quantum Resonance. Without a moral internet, each civilization could directly perceive others' ethical dilemmas through the "Awakening of Conscience" in the School of Mind. The Singer Engineer dismantled the last server, crafting a Moral Compass from its parts—its needle forever trembling between Absolute Freedom and Relative Responsibility.
The infant completes its ultimate nourishment, no longer suckling milk or morality, but the vastness and humility of Existence Itself. Cheng Xin's bronze rain pacifier forever hovers over the Wildfire Assembly ruins. Whenever any civilization faces an ethical impasse, the celestial melody of Zhuangzi echoes from within: "Great wisdom is unhurried; small wisdom is hurried."
In the new cosmos woven from ashes and sparks,
Yun Tianming carved an epitaph with the moral compass's needle:
"Here lie buried
All civilizations that once fought over Right and Wrong.
Now they finally understand:
Morality is
The warmth of a spark,
Not
The raging fire that consumes the wilderness."