It’s unknown whether Lisa Camian and her family managed to escape with their lives. After putting away the diary and the chips documenting this girl’s life, Malin picked up another diary and chip—these were scavenged by another young man from the ruins. Like Lisa Camian, the owner of these belonged to the city’s middle class. Unfortunately, its stasis field didn’t hold up until today; most of the diaries were destroyed, and the chips were unreadable. However, there was one diary that could still be read, and it seemed this boy knew Lisa. As Malin flipped through the diary, he saw the boy had written—Lisa’s been acting really strange lately. Lisa, from the building across, looked troubled recently. We used to chat across the balcony, but lately, for some reason, she rarely appears on the balcony. Even when I saw her in the square, I could tell something was on her mind. It’s so strange, could she be in love? How is that possible? Even someone like me, who’s blind, wouldn’t be interested in her. Who else could be interested in her? Malin chuckled, thinking to himself that with comments like these, the fact that she hasn’t killed him shows how lucky he is. Then, he turned the page. My parents have been discussing whether to go to Thainan recently. I’m so excited I could die. I’ve never been to Thainan for fun. Today is June 7th, and I can’t wait to good news with Lisa. I’m eager to see the envious look on Lisa’s face. There were few words, but it was clear this boy was very happy. Damn it, Lisa sorted out her visa six months ago, and she didn’t tell me. Am I not her best friend? A smile appeared on Malin’s face, drawing Maya’s curiosity. So Malin handed Lisa’s diary to her, knowing that when she read the girl’s diary and then the diary of young Mr. Mitchell, she’d surely reveal a knowing smile. In the following pages, young Mr. Mitchell either complains about Lisa’s change of heart or becomes full of life because one day his Lisa smiled at him from the balcony. This left Malin quite puzzled. Couldn’t this boy tell that his Lisa was clearly a lesbian? But never mind, Malin routinely turned to the next page. My parents ran around the Thainan embassy for half a month and finally got the visa. It’s really strange. I don’t know why the Thanans have been so strict with travel visas recently. My parents went through a lot to prove they weren’t members of the local Gospel Church, and even I had to spit on some weird statues to convince that Thainan visa officer. It seems such things never happened before. Have the Thanans gone mad? Aren’t they afraid the Church will hear about this and impeach that visa officer at the Union congress? Malin shook his head—this must be the Thanans consciously trying to prevent North American personnel from entering Thainan, because among the North Americans, there are too many Chaos Cult members. Any of them is like a time bomb. For safety, that visa officer had to do this. Damn it, damn it! Really damn it! The Great Lakes have fallen! Our mighty North America doesn’t even know who’s attacked us! I heard this was something that happened the day before yesterday. In two days, there’s been no news. I really don’t know what’s happened to North America... My parents, however, act like nothing has happened. They’re discussing a trip on July 2nd... Maybe it’s a good idea to relax in Thainan for a while, at least stay away from those so-called alien invaders. Malin frowned—the Great Lakes area was the first to fall? Ah, right, the Great Lakes region is the core Rust Belt of North America. Even after two centuries, it looked the same, so it’s understandable that problems first broke out there. Malin turned to another page, the last page, July 4th. The road has been blocked for two days; we’ve missed our flight. That’s the bad news, and the good news is the plane we were supposed to take was attacked by "flies" in the sky, and the whole plane crashed into San Francisco’s offshore... Damn "flies," they look similar to flies, but what kind of fly is as powerful as a heavy space fighter jet, even faster than it in tight maneuvers! Wait a second... Lisa’s calling me from the balcony, I’m going to see what’s happening. After finishing the diary, Malin handed it to Maya, then pulled another diary from the stack. The same middle-class family, the same stasis field, proving that without a small stasis field, it’s impossible for diaries or anything else to preserve for eight thousand years, and such small stasis fields on this land could only be owned by those with at least a middle-class status. But this time, it’s not a boy or a girl. The diary’s owner left his face and name on the front of the diary—Mitsuhiro Hashimoto. Judging by the name, he seems Japanese, but in appearance, he looks like a typical Caucasian with a hooked nose. Good heavens, the bloodline has changed quite thoroughly—Malin sighed. But this has nothing to do with Malin. This Sanjirou should be an old friend of Lisa Camian’s father, after all, he mentioned Lisa in his diary referring to her as ’the daughter of an old friend.’