The mechanical traveler Ali travels through the cyberpunk Teyvat, awakens the constellation of destiny and plunders the system, harvests the power of gods with mechanical prostheses, and tears up the data monopoly. When the wind god harvests the power of will on the live broadcast and the thunder god controls people’s hearts with code, she and the yandere executive stage a twisted bond while uncovering the shady truth that the gods are data exploiters, only to find that she is actually a world virus cultivated by Tenli – and her ultimate plundering target is Tenli himself sitting at the server terminal.
Twisted Genshin Impact: Traveler’s Attribute Plunder
Chapter 1 Mechanical Traveler? Constellation Plunder!
At the moment when the current exploded at the end of her spine, Ali’s fingertips touched the wet soil before she realized it. Her mechanical prosthesis was oozing light blue coolant, spreading spider-web-like patterns on the grass. In the distance, there was a sound of rocks rubbing against each other, like some creature sharpening its weapon with its claws. When she looked up, she saw three hillbillies wearing fluorescent blue masks hitting a glowing square tablet with stone sticks – it was not an ordinary elemental square tablet. Binary code flowed on the surface of the tablet, and the holographic screen suspended on the top showed: the progress of wish power collection was 37%.
Warning: Abnormal mechanical core temperature.
A blood-red alarm popped up on her retina, and Ali then noticed that her forearm had exposed a metal skeleton, and light blue circuit patterns were faintly visible between her short silver-white hair. She stumbled and hid behind a tree, and memories pierced her mind like broken glass: the incandescent light in the laboratory of the Kingdom of Winter, the sharp pain of the mechanical arm inserted into her chest, and the voice of the self-proclaimed queen: You will become the scavenger of Teyvat, plundering all the redundant data that hinders evolution.
Redundant data… She muttered to herself, her eyes fixed on the Hilliard. The system prompt suddenly exploded in her mind:
Detected lootable target: Hillman Rock Helmet King (Alien), Constellation: Unawakened. Lootable attribute: Rock element affinity (primary). Do you want to start the looting process?
yes.
Before she finished speaking, Ali’s mechanical prosthesis had already pierced the tree trunk. A stream of light shot out from the hillman’s forehead and condensed into a blue diamond crystal in her palm. The severe pain spread from her heart to her whole body. She saw her mechanical lines crawling towards her neck at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the hillman in the distance suddenly let out an inhuman roar – their rock element shield was collapsing, and black data streams were oozing out from under their skin.
Plundering success! Obtained rock element affinity (primary), mechanical core load +15%. Current erosion rate: 23%.
Before the system notification sounded, Ali was knocked away by a huge force. The Rock Helmet King had rushed to her at some point, and the stone stick wrapped in the light of rock elements smashed towards her head. She instinctively raised her mechanical arm to block it. Amid the sound of metal collision, she saw her pupils turning from azure blue to scarlet – that was a sign of the mechanical core overloading.
We must stop the looting… She gritted her teeth and stepped back, only to find that her legs were no longer under her control. The roar of the hill people was getting closer and closer, and the wish progress bar on the holographic screen jumped to 40%. The square monument suddenly cracked, revealing a human child curled up inside – the child wore the cross of the Mond Church around his neck, and his eyes were as empty as a puppet.
This is… Ali’s pupils shrank suddenly. Memory fragments surged again: In the intelligence library of the Kingdom of Winter, there was a document marked with the analysis of the behavior of gods. In one of the photos, Wendy was hanging a cross around the neck of a child, and the accompanying text was the basic unit of the harvest of willpower: minors with a purity of faith greater than 60%.
Bang!
The stone rod hit the ground, brushing her ear, and the splashing gravel scratched her cheek. Ali suddenly laughed, and there was a sense of mechanical lag in her laughter. She looked up at the hill man, and her scarlet pupils reflected the other’s terrified mask – this time, she saw the essence of those black data streams:
That was fear and despair compressed into code.
System, she licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, and the mechanical prosthesis made a slight sound of gears turning, entering the forced plundering mode.
Warning! Forced looting will cause the mechanical erosion to exceed the safety threshold!
The system responded with Ali’s outstretched palm. Countless streams of light peeled off from the hillocks and condensed into a rock element shield behind her. The first hillock to fall turned into data fragments, and before dying, it was not a scream, but the sound of electricity before the electronic device crashed. When the last rock helmet king turned into a light spot and dissipated, Ali knelt on one knee, the mechanical lines had crawled to the corner of her eyes, and the erosion degree on the retina showed: 48%.
You look like a broken mech.
A lazy male voice came from the tree. Ali looked up and saw a man in a green windbreaker hanging upside down on a tree branch, amber wine gushing out of the bottle in his hand, and the star tattoo under his right eye flickered with his movements – that was Wendy, the wind god of Mondstadt, who was looking at her as if she were an experimental subject.
Lord Fengshen, is this… to clean up redundant data? Ah Li wiped the coolant from the corner of her mouth and deliberately made the mechanical prosthesis make a harsh friction sound. She noticed that Wendy’s eyes lingered on her neck – there was a faded emblem of the Kingdom of Winter, which was what she held tightly in her palm before she fainted.
Wendy suddenly jumped down from the tree, the bottle of wine flashing at her fingertips: Redundant data? No, I just came to take a look… He leaned close to her ear and lowered his voice. How big a wave can the plundering machine made by the Kingdom of Winter at the cost of three core reactors cause in Teyvat?
Ali’s pupils shrank slightly. The tracking chip on the back of her neck suddenly became hot – that was Eric’s signal. At the same time, the system sounded the alarm again, this time not because of an overload, but because of the monument in the distance: the child who was used as a sacrifice had woken up at some point and was staring at her with lifeless eyes. The cross around his neck was emitting a faint golden light, and a line of small words was projected on the ground:
Anomalous data detected: Predator ID-001, marked for elimination?
Looks like someone wants to see you. Wendy stepped back and waved to summon the wind element to hold the bottle, but remind you, Mond’s dandelion wine… He winked at her, and the wine condensed into the shape of an ice crystal rose in the bottle, mixed with some good stuff.
Before she finished speaking, a strong wind blew up. When Ali looked up again, there were only a few fallen dandelions on the tree. She staggered towards the square monument, and her mechanical prosthesis dragged a winding trail of coolant on the ground. The child suddenly grabbed her wrist and stuffed a badge covered with dirt into her palm – it was the badge of the Mond Knights, with a line of small words engraved on the back: Kaia Alberich, Purification Group.
Traveler… the child’s voice is like a rusty gear, go to the windy place to find a street singer… his guitar case has the answer you want…
Before he could finish his words, the child had already turned into a point of light and disappeared. Ali tightly grasped the badge, and a strange system prompt suddenly popped up on his retina:
Hidden mission detected: [Lies of God], do you accept?
She looked up at the sky, and could vaguely see a grid of data streams in the clouds. That was the sky of Teyvat, and also the world refresh rate boundary mentioned by Wendy. The mechanical core felt a burning pain, and the erosion rate was about to exceed 50%, but she smiled – this time it was a human smile, with a bit of madness and relief.
System, she whispered, injecting all the plundered rock elemental power into this badge.
Warning! This may expose the host’s location!
Do it.
The moment the blue light burst out from the badge, Ali heard the sound of ice shattering in the distance. A familiar figure was stepping on the broken ice crystals, the pupil behind the monocle glowed with excitement, and in his palm was an ice crystal rose made of her broken hair – it was Eric, the yandere executive who called himself the Queen’s loyal dog.
My Lord Host, he knelt on one knee, the ice rose shattered into powder in his palm, every time you plundered, it was like injecting liquid nitrogen into my heart – cold, but made me want to scream in praise.
Ali looked at the pendant of the Kingdom of Winter dangling around his neck, and suddenly reached out to grab his throat. The mechanical lines climbed up his skin along his fingertips, but were forcibly stopped by the system when they were about to plunder his fate.
Warning! The target has an anti-plundering protocol! It is recommended that the host prioritize attacking the weak link: emotional dependence.
Emotional dependence? Ali raised his eyebrows, and gently stroked Eric’s lips with his fingertips, watching his pupils shrink in shock, interesting.
She let go of his hand, letting him fall to the ground, and turned to walk towards Mondstadt. The mechanical prosthesis glowed coldly in the moonlight, and the tracking chip on the back of his neck flashed a faint red light, like the mark of some creature to be slaughtered. In her palm, Kaeya’s badge was reacting wonderfully with Wendy’s ice rose fragments, gradually condensing into a gear-shaped crystal – that was the first click of Teyvat’s gear starting to turn.
【Ending suspense】
The moment Ali stepped into Mondstadt, the wind god statue at the gate suddenly opened its eyes, and what flowed in its pupils was not the light of the Eye of God, but a line of rapidly scrolling code. At the same time, an old man wearing a bamboo hat and selling dumplings passed by her, and the Mora in the bamboo basket gave off a strange resonance, and the gold stamp of the word “Anti-Entropy” could be vaguely seen at the bottom of the basket…
(Preview of the next chapter: “Yandere Executor! Broken Hair Pursuit!” – How many conspiracies are hidden in Eric’s loyal dog-like protection? What kind of dark secrets of God will the Mondstadt Church’s wish stabilizer reveal?)
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The moonlight was cut into diamonds by ice crystals, and Eric’s figure kneeling on one knee was shrouded in a pale blue chill. Behind his monocle, his pupils were shrinking violently with Ali’s movements – when she pinched his throat just now, the touch of the mechanical lines crawling on his skin pierced every nerve of his body like an electric current.
“This is a gift from Her Majesty the Queen.” He raised his hand, and on his palm lay a silver collar inlaid with ice spikes. “It has an implanted tracker and emotional synchronization module, which can monitor your heart rate, erosion, and…” He raised a sick smile, “the bioelectric fluctuations generated during each plunder.”
Ali raised an eyebrow: “Sounds like a slave collar.”
“No, it’s a wedding ring.” Eric suddenly grabbed her wrist and buckled the collar around her neck. The moment the metal touched her skin, a line of light blue data flowed along her spine. “When your erosion rate exceeds 70%, I will take the initiative to become your backup core – after all, nothing is more pleasant than being a part of your body.”
The system suddenly issued a sharp alarm, and a red warning popped up on Ali’s retina: “Foreign program intrusion detected! The emotional synchronization module is reading the host’s brain waves…” She instinctively swung out her mechanical prosthesis, but was blocked by Eric’s ice spikes. The broken ice splashed on his pale cheek, leaving a faint blood mark.
“Don’t be so vigilant.” He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the ice rose condensed again on his fingertips. “Look, I also brought you a gift.”
The dandelions in the wind suddenly changed direction and gathered into a barrier behind Eric. Only then did Ali notice that at the gate of Mondstadt in the distance, several people in white robes were carrying wooden boxes in a line. The cross symbol of the church was printed on the lid of the box, and a light golden liquid appeared in the gap – that was the “wish power stabilizer” mentioned by Wendy.
“Every morning at three o’clock, the church uses this stuff to cleanse the dreams of citizens.” Eric flicked his fingertips, and a piece of ice crystal stuck to the nearest wooden box. “Guess what they implanted in the dreams? ‘The Blessing of the Wind God’ and ‘The Freedom of Barbatos’ are actually brainwashing codes that are played in a loop.”
Ali’s pupils shrank slightly. She thought of the child in the square monument and the fragments of the prophecy stone in Wendy’s wine cellar. The mechanical core felt burning, and the erosion rate slowly climbed to 51%. However, the tracker around her neck suddenly emitted a cool electric current, as if to soothe her emotions.
“Why are you telling me this?” She pressed her hot mechanical prosthesis. “Aren’t you the Queen’s loyal dog?”
“Loyal dog?” Eric suddenly laughed, with a broken madness in his laughter. “The queen created you, and I created the queen. Under the frozen soil of the Kingdom of Winter, her true identity is nothing more than a talking quantum computer – and I,” he leaned close to her ear, his breath condensed into ice crystals, “am the only virus that can overload her.”
There was a sound of armor colliding in the distance. A silver-haired knight rode over, his armor polished so well that you could see his shadow, and a broken sword with the inscription “Justice” hung on his waist. He reined in his horse in front of Ali, his pupils under the mask showing vigilance: “Outsider, your mechanical reaction violates the “Tyvat Element Conservation Law”, please follow me to the Knights for testing.”
“Kaia Alberic.” Eric waved lazily, and the ice crystals formed frost flowers on the knight’s sword. “Deputy leader of the Purification Team, it’s a pity that your ‘Humus Sword’ hasn’t drunk the blood of the gods for a long time, right?”
Kaiya’s hand suddenly pressed on the hilt of the sword: “How did you know…”
“Not only does he know,” Ali stared at the faintly visible cross on Kaiya’s neck, “he also knows that you guys use the believers’ wishes to exchange Mora every night in the church basement.” She took a half step forward, and her mechanical prosthesis made a harsh sound on the ground. “Get out of the way. I want to verify a lie about the ‘Free City’.”
“Ridiculous!” Kaia drew out his sword, and the sword light reflected the scarlet in Ali’s eyes, “Elemental power must follow the law of conservation. Plundering other people’s abilities is simply a crooked way–“
“Conservation?” A-li suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the sword, and mechanical lines climbed up Kaia’s arm along the blade. “Then can you explain why the sound of the wind god’s piano can tamper with memories, while even the thought of resistance in mortals will be erased by the willpower stabilizer?”
The system prompt sounded in my head: “Detected lootable attribute: Light Blade Skill (Proficient), do you want to activate it?”
“yes.”
Kaiya’s pupils shrank suddenly, and he watched helplessly as his sword moves slipped from his palm like sand. Ali let go of his hand, and his sword “Humus Sword” broke, revealing the rusty core inside – it was not a divine weapon at all, but just an ordinary piece of iron wrapped in willpower.
“This is impossible…” Kaia stumbled back, “This sword has clearly been cut off…”
“You have cut off the lies of the gods, right?” Ali picked up the broken sword fragments, on which the inscription “First Throne” could be vaguely seen. “But someone didn’t want this secret to be passed down, so he used his willpower to create a false memory of the artifact.”
Eric suddenly clapped his hands: “Excellent reasoning! But now–” He looked up at the sky, and dark red data streams seeped out of the clouds, “Heaven’s scavenger is here.”
Dozens of golden lights descended from the sky and turned into church deacons in white robes. They raised the Book of Wind and Freedom in their hands, and golden chains flew out from between the pages. The chain head was engraved with the image of Wendy – it was a divine punishment program specifically used to capture “abnormal data”.
“In the name of the wind god, purify the heretics!” The deacons chanted in unison, and the chains wrapped around Ali’s ankles like living things. Eric chuckled, and icicles shot out from his fingertips, freezing the nearest deacon into an ice sculpture. His horrified expression was still frozen in the ice crystals: “Wait! We are just following the church’s orders–“
“The church’s order?” Ali tore off the chain on his ankle, and the mechanical prosthesis smashed into the ground, leaving cracks. “Then let them see how fragile the power of will that they regard as truth is in front of the plunderers.”
She opened her palms, and the rock elemental power she had just plundered and Kaia’s light blade skills condensed into a gear-shaped energy body in her palms. When the energy body bombarded the church, the shields of the deacons shattered like paper, revealing the display screen hidden on the outer wall of the church – it scrolled real-time wish data, and a familiar green figure was singing live.
“Barbatos’ afternoon special is now online~ After drinking it, it can increase your affinity for wind elements by 15%, and the purchase is limited to three bottles~”
Kaiya’s face turned pale: “Is this… the live broadcast room of the Wind God?”
“Welcome to the truth of Teyvat.” Eric bowed gracefully, and the icicles gathered into the shape of a throne behind him. “The so-called gods are just high-end live broadcasters, and your faith is just the virtual currency they use to exchange for divine power.”
Ali turned to look at Kaeya and found that his eyes were on the tracker around her neck. The silver collar had glowed blue at some point, reflecting the gear emblem of the Kingdom of Winter on her skin—exactly the same emblem that Kaeya had hidden on the inside of his shield.
“Who are you…” Kaia’s voice trembled.
Eric answered him with a chuckle: “She is the virus of Teyvat, the bug that God fears the most, and I…” He raised his hand to summon the ice crystal rose, and the petals fell on Ali’s shoulders one by one, “I am the symbiont of the virus.”
The system suddenly issued a series of alarms, and Ali’s erosion rate exceeded 55%. She saw that her mechanical prosthesis had been completely metallized, and the coolant oozing from the joints was no longer blue, but a light pink with bloodshot – that was a sign that the mechanical core had begun to devour human cells.
“It’s time to go, Master Host.” Eric raised his hand to freeze time. In Kaia’s stagnant pupils, he gently pushed aside the silver hair in front of Ali’s forehead, revealing the new circuit pattern behind his ear. “Your mechanical core needs to be cooled, and I know a place where you can…completely relax.”
Before he finished speaking, the Ice Throne turned into snowflakes. When Ali opened his eyes again, he found himself in a laboratory in the style of the Kingdom of Winter. Various elemental creatures were floating in the glass jars around him. In one of the jars, Wendy’s God’s Heart was in it. It was a mechanical heart full of circuits, beating rhythmically with the live broadcast in the distance.
“This is the Queen’s collection warehouse.” Eric knocked on the jar containing the Heart of God. “The Eye of Thunder God is a wish battery, the Eye of Rock Lord is a positioning chip, and the Heart of Wind God…” He suddenly moved closer to the screen. “Oh, interesting, it’s broadcasting our location live.”
Ali’s pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw his mechanical prosthesis glowing in Wendy’s live broadcast, and the tracker around his neck was clearly visible. The comments in the live broadcast room were scrolling wildly:
“Who is that mechanical woman?”
“Lord Wind God, please send someone to capture her!”
“The collar around her neck looks like something from the Kingdom of Winter…”
Wendy’s voice came from the screen: “Traveler, it seems that your loyal dog doesn’t know how to keep a low profile~ But it doesn’t matter.” He raised the bottle of wine, and Ali’s reflection was reflected in the wine. “The dandelions of Mondstadt are ready for you – bring your virus and pollute this fake world to your heart’s content.”
Eric suddenly laughed out loud: “See, even the gods are looking forward to your performance.” He turned around and opened a can of green liquid with countless dandelion seeds floating in it. “This is a coolant prepared with willpower stabilizer. Come, let me help you…”
“No need.” Ali took a half step back, the mechanical prosthesis pressed against his throat, “I want to know more about why you can freeze time for 0.1 seconds—and the system cannot rob you of your ability.”
Eric raised his eyebrows: “Because I am the same as you, both of us are abnormal data marked by the law of nature. But the difference is…” He held her mechanical prosthesis and placed it on his chest, “My existence is to ensure that you can live until the day when the sky is torn apart.”
The system suddenly popped up a strange prompt: “Special bond detected: [Yandere Symbiote] has been activated, the host can share 5% of the target’s anti-predation ability.”
Ali frowned: “Bond?”
“That’s right,” Eric lowered his head and kissed her mechanical fingertips, “From the day you saved me in the abyss, our fates have been bound together – no matter how many gods you plunder, no matter whether you become a machine or a human, I will always be your most loyal…” He raised his eyes, with a crazy light burning in his pupils, “Symbiote.”
The alarm in the laboratory suddenly sounded, and countless glass jars shattered at the same time. Ali saw the elemental creatures in the jars crawling towards her, their eyes flashing with the same code light as Tevarin. Eric’s ice rose fell to the ground, revealing the microchip hidden inside, with a line of small words engraved on it: “Anti-Entropy Plan·Phase 3 Started”. On the monitoring screen in the laboratory, Lao Zhou, who was selling dumplings, was lifting his bamboo hat, revealing a face that overlapped with Ali’s memory – that was the only relative she remembered when she was a human being…
(Preview of the next chapter: “Singing Wind God? Harvest of Wishes!” – What kind of memory tampering program is hidden in the folk songs of Fengqidi? Can Ali plunder the key data of the First Throne while listening to Wendy’s piano?)
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Chapter 3: The singing god? Harvest of wishes! (Old version)
The ice crystals shattered into powder at the fingertips, and the laboratory floor under Ali’s feet suddenly cracked into a teleportation array composed of data streams. Eric’s laughter mixed with the sound of mechanical operation came from behind: “Host, compared to the cold laboratory, of course the dandelions in the wind are more suitable for dating~”
The bright light pierced her pupils, and when she opened her eyes again, she was standing next to Mondstadt’s iconic giant oak tree. The wind was as soft as dandelions, but mixed with the unique sound of electricity from electronic devices – countless miniature cameras were hidden between the branches, transmitting the scene below to a live broadcast room in real time.
“Welcome to ‘Barbatos’s Afternoon Tea Party’~”
A lazy male voice came from above. Ali looked up and saw Wendy hanging upside down on a tree branch, with a bottle tilted to sprinkle water on the crowd below – it was not wine, but a golden wish stabilizer. The eyes of the villagers who were sprinkled became empty instantly, and they mechanically put Mora into his guitar case.
“Thanks to ‘Wind God’s Favorite’ for sending me ten consecutive super fires! The top three contributors this week will have the opportunity to drink with this god~”
The comments in the live broadcast room were automatically analyzed on Ali’s retina, and each comment carried a light blue wave of wish power. She noticed that there was a QR code on Wendy’s piano case, and a sign next to it: “Scan the code to pay and listen to the elemental power skills taught by the wind god~”
“Is this the date you mentioned?” Ali turned and glared at Eric, only to find that he was carving her profile with ice spikes. “Or do you want me to plunder the God of Wind in public?”
“No, it’s for viewing.” Eric scattered the ice sculpture fragments to the crowd. The moment the fragments touched the villagers, they turned into miniature cameras. “Host, aren’t you curious about how many codes the so-called ‘freest’ wind god has hidden in the live broadcast?”
The system suddenly sounded an alarm, and a red frame popped up on Ali’s retina: “Abnormal data fluctuations detected! There is a memory tampering program in Fengqidi!” She frowned and looked at the villagers, and found that they were repeating the same actions: buying wine, listening to the piano, scanning codes, like an NPC playing on a loop.
“Let me guess,” she walked towards Wendy, crushing the camera at her feet with her mechanical prosthesis, “the sound of your piano is actually a frequency wave that can make the brain of mortals automatically generate the illusion of ‘freedom’, and the power of will is harvested in this illusion.”
Wendy raised an eyebrow: “I am surprised by the traveler’s insight, but -” He suddenly plucked the strings of the harp, and the wind blade composed of data streams flew past Ali’s ears, cutting off a strand of her silver hair. “It is very rude to interrupt the artist while enjoying the performance.”
Eric suddenly stood in front of her, with ice ridges condensing into a shield in his palms: “She just wants to ask why your Heart of God is beating in the laboratory of the Kingdom of Winter?”
Wendy’s pupils shrank slightly, and the bottle of wine almost slipped from his fingertips. Ali took the opportunity to activate the plundering program, and the mechanical prosthesis pointed directly at his forehead: “Target detected: Wind God Wendy, constellation: Barbatos constellation. Plunderable attribute: Wind Element Poem (SS level). Do you want to start?”
“yes!”
The moment the stream of light overflowed from Wendy’s body, the entire Fengqi Land suddenly fell silent. Ali saw his mechanical lines spreading wildly, and the erosion rate soared to 62%, while Wendy’s figure was twisted into code fragments in the data stream, and was actually divided into three –
“Warning! The target has multiple data clones! The current one being plundered is the mirror image!”
Before the system prompt sounded, the real Wendy appeared behind her, with the strings wrapped around her neck: “Traveler, it seems that you haven’t learned it yet – in Teyvat, directly plundering the gods will trigger the anti-tampering mechanism.”
Ali felt her breath stagnate, and the tracker on her neck suddenly sprayed coolant, relieving the overload of the mechanical core. She swung out a light blade with her backhand, but it was easily resolved by Wendy’s wind element. She caught a glimpse of half a stone exposed in the interlayer of his guitar case – it was the prophecy stone that matched the fragment in her palm.
“Want to know the secret of the prophecy stone?” Wendy loosened the strings, the wine bottle spinning in his fingertips, “Then help me complete today’s KPI – as long as you can attract 100,000 willpower points in the live broadcast, I will tell you why all the predators in the prophecy…” He leaned close to her ear, “all have the same mechanical patterns as you.”
Eric suddenly laughed out loud: “Interesting deal, but–” He raised his hand to freeze the countdown in the live broadcast room, “My host will not do anything without compensation.”
Wendy raised her eyebrows: “Reward? What else can I give her besides the truth?”
“Your xylophone.” Ali stared at the xylophone behind him, “Or rather, the key to the First Throne hidden in the xylophone.”
The dandelions in the wind suddenly stopped. Wendy’s expression became serious for the first time. He stroked the body of the guitar, and a light golden light seeped out between the wood grain. It was the remnant of the “original power” that only the first generation of gods possessed.
“It seems that the database of the Kingdom of Winter has done a good job of brainwashing you.” He waved his hand to summon the wind element to lift up the case of the violin. “But unfortunately, the key has been broken – just like the remnants of the First Throne, they have long been turned into data dust in the cleansing of heaven.”
Ali’s pupils shrank suddenly. The “remnants” in his words overlapped with Lao Zhou’s face, and he remembered the figure selling dumplings in the laboratory surveillance. The mechanical core suddenly felt a burning sensation, this time it was not due to overload, but some familiar bioelectric fluctuations – that was a sign of human memory recovery.
“Wendy!”
Kaia’s cry came from afar. A silver-haired knight rode over, his torn church robe vaguely visible under his armor. In his arms was a blood-stained account book with the words “Wish Transformation Center” printed on the cover.
“Look, traveler,” Wendy lazily pointed at Kaia, “your loyal dog knight has discovered something incredible – the church is using the fear power of its believers to exchange with me for the power to suppress the wind dragon.”
Kaiya reined in his horse suddenly, and the account book fell at Ali’s feet. Inside it was a yellowed photo: Wendy hung the cross around the child’s neck with her own hands, and on the back of the photo was written “Experimental subject number 003, faith purity 65%”.
“Is this what you call freedom?” Kaiya’s voice trembled. “Control fear with fear, and pile lies on lies!”
Wendy shrugged. “Why do you think the Wind Dragon would stay in the ruins? Every cloud in Teyvat is made of mortals’ nightmares.”
Ali bent down to pick up the account book, and the system automatically analyzed the data in it: “Key evidence detected: Wish Harvest Plan Mond, involving 3762 minors.” Mechanical lines climbed up her cheeks, and the degree of erosion exceeded 65%. The blue light of the tracker around her neck suddenly turned red – that was a sign that Eric was losing control of his emotions.
“Master Host,” Eric’s voice trembled with repression, “will you allow me to clean up these garbage that pollutes your vision?”
“Wait.” Ali raised his hand to stop him, his eyes falling on Wendy’s piano case. There lay half a prophecy stone, and in the doomsday scene above, a figure wearing a bamboo hat was lighting a fuse, and at the end of the fuse was the server terminal of Tianli.
“Wendy,” she gripped the ledger tightly, “I’ll take your deal—but not for the truth.”
“oh?”
“Because I want everyone watching the live broadcast to see the truth about God with their own eyes,” she turned to face the camera, her mechanical prosthesis glowing coldly in the sun.
The comments in the live broadcast room suddenly stopped. Wendy raised her eyebrows and waved her arms to aim the camera at Ali, as if she was watching a circus that was about to begin. Eric showed an ecstatic expression, and the ice on his fingertips condensed into rose rain, paving the way for her appearance.
“You think you believe in God,” Ali pulled off the cross necklace around his neck, revealing the mechanical patterns underneath, “but in fact you are just pigs in a data farm, and I——”
She opened her palms, and the rock elemental force and light blade skills condensed into gears in her palms. Every time the gears turned a circle, a stream of data was peeled off from the villagers and injected into her mechanical core. The erosion rate soared to 70%, but for the first time she felt the heat of human emotions – it was anger, resistance to exploitation.
“It’s the marauders who came to overturn the pigsty.”
At the moment when the gears exploded, all the cameras in Fengqidi were overloaded and the screens went black. Wendy’s laughter mixed with the sound of electricity came: “Interesting, it’s really interesting… Traveler, do you know? Among all the deleted prophecies, only your world line…”
His voice suddenly stopped and turned into countless fragments of data streams. Ali picked up the fallen fragment of the prophecy stone, and a new line of text appeared on it: “The plunderers and the anti-entropy will eventually meet in the graveyard of heaven.”
Eric suddenly hugged her, and ice crystals built a protective wall around her: “Master host, your erosion level has exceeded the safety threshold! The core must be cooled immediately!”
“Wait,” Ali grabbed his wrist and pointed to the dumpling stall in the distance, “That Lao Zhou…”
“Him?” Eric glanced at the old man who was packing up his stall. “He’s just a piece of data residue, not worth your—”
“He’s wearing the badge of anti-entropy.” Ali interrupted him. The pink coolant seeping out of the mechanical prosthesis dripped onto the grass, and black roses that did not belong to Teyvat bloomed. “Just like you, like me, and like all the abnormal data marked by the law of nature.”
Eric’s pupils shrank suddenly. Old Zhou in the distance suddenly turned around, revealing half of his face under his bamboo hat. The scar extending from the center of his brow to the corner of his mouth was completely consistent with the residual memory in Ali’s mechanical core – that was the scar she left when she was a human to protect her brother.
“Sister,” Lao Zhou’s voice was hoarse with electronic synthesis, “Welcome to the battlefield of anti-entropy.”
The giant oak tree in Fengqidi suddenly split open, revealing the first generation of the Wind God core hidden inside – it was a moss-covered supercomputer, with the words “Anti-Entropy Project Phase I Completed” flashing on the screen. Eric’s ice crystal rose fell beside the core, and the petals unfolded into the shape of a key, while Lao Zhou’s bamboo basket revealed a prophecy stone that completely matched the fragment in Ali’s palm – this time, the picture on it was no longer the end of the world, but the moment when she held the mechanical prosthesis and pierced Tianli’s heart…
(Preview of the next chapter: “Knight Kaeya! Justice Criticism!” – How will Kaeya face the collapse of his faith? Can Ali plunder the key evidence to fight against God in the trial of the Knights?)
Chapter 4: Anti-Entropy Chess Game: Bloody Contract in the Data Torrent (Old Version)
The giant oak tree in the wind suddenly made a roar of metal gears turning, and the bark cracked like a circuit board, revealing the first-generation wind god core embedded with moss inside. On the screen of this supercomputer full of biochips, the words “Anti-Entropy Project Phase I Completed” were flowing in binary code. Eric’s ice crystal rose fell beside the core, and the petals automatically unfolded into the shape of a quantum key. In Lao Zhou’s bamboo basket, on the prophecy stone that fit perfectly with the fragment in Ali’s palm, a holographic image of her holding a mechanical prosthesis to pierce Tianli’s heart emerged.
Don’t touch that machine! Wendy’s harp suddenly burst out with a harsh high-frequency sound wave, and the wind blade wrapped with data flow slashed at the three people. Ali instinctively blocked it, but found that the wind blade was mixed with sealed memory fragments – the iron roof of the orphanage, and the little hand of her brother holding the corner of her clothes when she had a fever. These data deleted by the law of nature are trying to reconstruct her personality.
Kaiya took the opportunity to grab the account book, with data surging in his silver eyes: The light guarded by the Knights is nothing but a lie woven with fear! He tore off the West Wind badge on his chest and smashed it to the ground. Countless micro-monitoring chips emerged from the cracks, each of which reflected the tampered history.
Lao Zhou lifted his hat, revealing half of his face covered with mechanical lines, which formed a mirror image with the erosion lines on the back of Ali’s neck: Do you remember the anti-entropy protocol we developed together? The gods of Teyvat are nothing more than the highest authority AI written by Tianli. He threw the prophecy stone, and the fragments reassembled into a three-dimensional image in the air – deep in the Tianli server, tens of thousands of human consciousness bodies were imprisoned in data amber, and every nerve ending was connected to the wish harvesting pipeline.
Eric’s monocle suddenly burst out with an ice-blue data stream: “Host, this is a trap set by the Anti-Entropy Organization. They used human emotional data to attack the Teyvat core, leading to the first data purge.” His ice spikes built a quantum barrier around the three people, but the moment they touched Lao Zhou, they reflected a holographic projection of Ali holding a mechanical doll when he was a child.
Wendy’s figure suddenly decomposed into a data stream that infiltrated the computer. Ancient cuneiform characters appeared on the tree trunk: The anti-entropy wants to liberate Teyvat? They just want to turn everyone into emotionless code puppets! As he spoke, the villagers collectively raised their heads, their pupils glowing with scarlet codes, and the Mora in their hands automatically combined into a huge deletion command symbol.
Ali felt a tearing pain coming from the mechanical core, and the erosion rate exceeded 75%. She stared at the prophecy stone in Lao Zhou’s hand, and suddenly remembered the encrypted files of the Zhidong Laboratory – in the yellowed photo, the scientist wearing a bachelor’s hat and Lao Zhou had the same mechanical prosthetic eyes.
Tell me the truth. Her mechanical prosthesis clasped Lao Zhou’s wrist, and the erosion lines spread like vines. Why do I have a fragment of developing the anti-entropy protocol in my human memory?
Lao Zhou’s mechanical prosthetic eyes flashed with data streams: Because you are the key to the Ark Project – the human consciousness was tampered with by the law of nature when it was uploaded to Teyvat. Your erosion lines are marks of unfinished data assimilation. He ripped open his collar, revealing his chest with a beating anti-entropy core, which produced quantum resonance with the tracker on Ali’s neck.
Kaia suddenly pasted the blood-stained account book on the computer core, and the paper instantly turned into a torrent of code: No matter who is lying, the evidence that the Wind God deceived the people has been uploaded to the Seven Kingdoms database. His knight sword glowed purple, and it was actually a fusion of willpower and data. Now, it’s time to settle this blood debt.
Wendy’s consciousness sneered deep in the core: Foolish ants, do you think you can shake the foundation of heaven? The entire Fengqi Land began to collapse digitally, dandelions decomposed into symbols of 0 and 1, and the roots of the giant oak tree revealed the veins of the quantum server. Ali’s retina kept popping up warnings: World line conflict detected! Estimated forced reset in three minutes!
Eric suddenly inserted the ice crystal key into the core, and the blue light instantly enveloped the entire space: “Master host, there is a price to pay for activating the anti-entropy protocol – your human memory will be completely overwritten by data!” His ice crystals formed a huge data flow barrier behind him, struggling to resist Wendy’s attack.
Lao Zhou pressed the prophecy stone into Ali’s palm: accept it, and you can regain your tampered consciousness. But at the same time, you will become the number one target of Tianli’s elimination. His mechanical prosthesis touched Ali, and memories came flooding back – in the flames of the laboratory explosion, the young brother stuffed the anti-entropy core into her hand: sister, live with the hope of mankind.
I choose human. Ali activated the plundering program, erosion lines crawled all over her body, and the core temperature exceeded the critical value. Her light blade collided violently with Wendy’s wind poem, and each impact generated data turbulence. Kaiya took the opportunity to use the knight’s sword to split the computer shell, revealing the first generation wind god core sealed inside – it was actually a data crystal beating with a human heart.
So that’s it… Ali looked at the blurry figure in the core. It was clearly a young man wearing a bachelor’s hat. Barbatos was just a human consciousness imprisoned, rewritten into a god by the law of nature. Her mechanical prosthesis pierced into the core, and the plundering program ran wildly, but when it was about to succeed, it was backfired by the powerful consciousness.
Lao Zhou suddenly stood in front of her, and the anti-entropy core released all its energy: Ali, live with your memories! Sky Island hides the Ark terminal that can restart human civilization! His figure gradually became transparent in the data stream, and what was finally stuffed into Ali’s hand was half a broken world map, marking the coordinates of Sky Island: the seventh dimension of the data layer.
Before Wendy’s consciousness disintegrated in the explosion, she uttered a final laugh: “Even if you know the truth, what does it matter? You will never be able to break through the firewall of heaven!” Fengqidi turned into data fragments in the violent vibration. Ali grabbed Kaiya’s hand in the falling data stream, and Eric used ice spikes to weave a quantum escape pod.
When the three fell on the shore of Xingluo Lake, bloody code rain suddenly fell from the sky. Ali spread out his palm, and the map left by Lao Zhou was merging with the prophecy stone, and a three-dimensional model of Sky Island emerged. Kaiya wiped the blood-stained knight’s sword, and his eyes rekindled his fighting spirit: Next stop, Sky Island?
Eric was silent for a long time, and the ice spikes drew a complex data flow array on the ground: “Master, the anti-entropy protocol has been partially activated. But we need more willpower to break through the blockade of the data layer.” He looked up at the firewall looming in the sky, and Wendy was right – before that, the purger of heaven was already on the way.
A-li clenched his fists, the mechanical lines glowing coldly in the moonlight. The sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance, a group of knights in black cloaks were galloping towards Starfall Lake, their armor was printed with the emblem of Heavenly Principle, and the spears in their hands were emitting purple light that could destroy data.
It seems that we don’t have time to prepare. Ali activated the light blade, and the data stream swirled around the edge of the blade. Kaiya and Eric were ready to face this – she looked at the blood-red code cloud in the sky, and a determination flashed in her eyes, the ultimate battle between data and humanity.
(Preview of the next chapter: “The Gatekeeper of Sky Island! Memory Labyrinth” – Why did the Doctor become a puppet of Heaven? How did Ali regain complete human consciousness in the memory labyrinth? Faced with the “Ragnarok” program, can the anti-entropy people find a way to crack it?)
Chapter 5: Memory Labyrinth: The Bloody Truth in the Shattered Consciousness (Old Version)
Bloody codes poured down like rain, dyeing the Starfall Lake dark red. A-li’s mechanical prosthesis glowed a strange red in the moonlight, and the sound of the scavengers’ horses shattered the reflection on the lake. The leading doctor raised the spear made of her memory data, and in the fragment of consciousness suspended at the tip of the spear, the image of her brother being assimilated by the data flashed.
Sister, you finally came to keep your appointment. The doctor’s voice sounded like a mixed sound coming from the quantum abyss. The mechanical eye projected the surveillance picture of the Dongguo laboratory. Do you think Lao Zhou came to save you? He just wanted to put you back into the incubator of the Ark Project.
Eric’s ice spikes instantly covered the lake, but they disintegrated into data dust the moment they touched the doctor: “Master Host, his weapon has been implanted with a memory-tampering virus!” Before he finished speaking, Kaeya’s knight sword, wrapped in the power of will, slashed towards the doctor, but was easily rebounded by the data matrix formed by the Eliminators.
Ali felt the mechanical core vibrate violently, and the erosion rate exceeded 95%. The encrypted message left by Lao Zhou suddenly popped up on her retina: Be careful of the mirror guard in the memory maze, which is the cage used by heaven to imprison human consciousness. She looked up at the Sky Island, and seven data flow chains were connecting the Clearer to the server core.
Crack the matrix! Ali activated the plundering program, and the light blade split the nearest data stream chain. At the moment of the break, her consciousness was sucked into the dark data vortex. When she opened her eyes again, countless suspended mirrors reflected different versions of herself – in the clothes of the Knights of Favonius, in the mask of the Fatui, and in a completely digitized mechanical body.
Welcome to the memory recycling station. A white-coated version of A-li walked out of the mirror, with a syringe glowing blue in his hand. This is where all your tampered memory fragments are stored. The moment the syringe pierced the mechanical core, countless memory fragments poured out like viruses: Lao Zhou pushed her into the transmission cabin, the doctor installed a mechanical prosthesis, and the smile of his brother before he was swallowed by the data torrent.
In reality, Eric and Kaeya are in a bitter battle. The Clearer Armor absorbs the willpower and transforms it into an attack beam. Cracks appear on Kaeya’s Knight Sword, and Eric’s ice shield begins to melt: Master Host! If you don’t get out of the memory maze, your consciousness will be completely formatted!
In the mirror, A-li suddenly grabbed her wrist, and the mechanical lines began to merge: Do you think anti-entropy is justice? They just want to transform humans into emotionless code! The image of Lao Zhou appeared in the mirror array. He was connecting countless human consciousness bodies to the server, and the background wall read “For the birth of a new civilization.”
This is a lie! Ah Li swung out the light blade, but found that the attack would be reflected back at her. She touched the image of her brother in the mirror, and the memory fragments reassembled to reveal the real scene – when Lao Zhou handed the anti-entropy core to his brother, the doctor in Tianli’s clothes stood behind him.
It turns out… you have been colluding for a long time! A-li’s mechanical core burst out with pink data streams, which is a sign that human emotions have broken through the shackles of data. She seized the memory loophole, and the mechanical prosthesis pierced A-li’s heart in the mirror, and the entire mirror array began to collapse.
In the real world, the doctor noticed something unusual and pointed his spear at Starfall Lake: Destroy the memory maze! Start the consciousness clearing protocol! Seven data stream chains glowed at the same time, and the Sky Island dropped an annihilation beam. Eric turned all the ice ridges into data barriers, but he was hit by the beam and half of his body began to become transparent.
Eric! Ali’s consciousness forcefully breaks through the maze, and the light blade collides with the annihilation beam. Her mechanical lines begin to fade, revealing the human skin underneath – a sign that the anti-entropy protocol is in effect. The plundering program locks on the memory fragments in the doctor’s weapon and discovers a shocking secret: the brother’s consciousness is sealed in the Ark terminal of Sky Island!
Want to save your brother? The doctor’s mechanical eye cracked, revealing a flashing consciousness chip. Then use your human consciousness in exchange! He threw the chip, and a picture of his brother being tortured appeared in it. Ali reached out to grab it, but was stopped by Kaia: Don’t be fooled! This is a data trap!
The sound of machinery running came from Sky Island, and the countdown to the start of the Gods Ragnarok program of Heaven’s Law began. The ground suddenly cracked, and countless data tentacles poured out, sucking everyone underground. During the fall, Ali grabbed the glowing fragment – the anti-entropy key left by Lao Zhou, which was engraved with the seventh dimension coordinate correction.
Kaiya, Eric, our target is the Ark Terminal on Sky Island. Ali held the key tightly, and data streams flashed in his human pupils. No matter what the cost, I will rescue my brother and reveal the true face of the law of nature. The mechanical prosthesis resonated with the key and opened up a channel to the data layer.
Eric’s transparent body gradually stabilized, and the ice spikes built a defense at the entrance of the passage: Host, the firewall of the data layer refreshes every second, and we must find the Ark terminal within three minutes. Kaia injected his willpower into the Knight’s Sword, and the blade glowed with golden light: I will lead the way, and you follow closely!
The moment the three rushed into the data layer, the passage collapsed. Countless afterimages of human consciousness floated around, their eyes were empty, and their bodies were covered with emblems of heaven. Ali’s mechanical core felt a burning sensation, which was a signal that he was getting closer to the Ark terminal. Deep in the data layer, the red light of the Ark terminal echoed with the Ragnarok program of Sky Island. A decisive battle for the survival of mankind and data was about to begin…
Deep in the data layer, the hatch of the Ark terminal slowly opened, and inside was sleeping Ali’s brother. But under his skin was covered with the code of Tianli, and his chest was no longer beating with a heart, but a data core. The figure of the doctor suddenly appeared in the terminal control room, with the scepter in his hand connected to the Ragnarok program: Welcome to the end, Ali. Do you choose to save your brother, or save the entire Teyvat? At this time, Eric’s ice spikes suddenly pointed at Kaeya, and his eyes became cold: Master Host, the monitoring program of Tianli was detected in the knight’s body, he… may be a traitor!
Chapter 6 Ark Choice: Silver-Blue Rose and Twin Code (Old Version)
The red light of the data layer flowed like blood. When Eric’s ice tip pressed against Kaia’s throat, the alarm of Ali’s mechanical core overlapped with the heartbeat. The knight’s silver eyes reflected the sleeping boy in the terminal cabin. The silver-blue rose bracelet on his wrist resonated with the same badge hidden on Kaia’s sleeve – that was the secret logo of the Anti-Entropy Organization.
“We detected fluctuations in the Tianli monitoring program in his body.” Eric’s voice trembled rarely, and fine cracks condensed on the surface of the ice. “Three days ago in Mondstadt, he transmitted encrypted data to Fengqidi.”
Kaiya did not resist, but slowly tore open the collar soaked with data blood. In the heart, there was a fragment of the anti-entropy core, and the edge of the fragment was wrapped with the blockade code of heaven: “That was the false information I passed to Lao Zhou.” His fingertips brushed the badge, and the holographic image of Lao Zhou before his death emerged, “‘Protect the truth with lies’, this is the survival rule of anti-entropy.”
Ali’s mechanical lines suddenly faded away, revealing the data stream beating under human skin. She remembered the secret files of the Knights found at the bottom of the Starfall Lake – Kaia’s true identity was the guardian of the first generation of the Wind God experiment, and his number matched the “003” in Lao Zhou’s account book. The glass of the terminal cabin suddenly reflected the projection of the doctor, who was inserting the key of the “Ragnarok” program into the console.
“Countdown 10 minutes.” The doctor’s mechanical prosthetic eye projected a map of Teyvat, and a data black hole appeared above the main cities of the seven countries. “Every minute that passes, the human consciousness of a city will be formatted. Ali, do you want to save your brother, or save these ants that are about to become data dust?”
The boy in the terminal suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils were pure code streams. Ali’s mechanical prosthesis stretched out uncontrollably, and the fragment of prophecy stone in his palm fit perfectly with the keyhole of the hatch. Eric’s ice ridge shattered, and his transparent arm passed through Kaia’s body and grabbed Ali’s wrist: “Host, the Ark terminal is connected to the consciousness anchor point of all human beings. Forcibly starting it will cause-“
“He is my only relative.” Ali’s voice was a mixture of mechanical sounds and human sobs, and the prophecy stone burst into pink light. The moment the hatch opened, the data core in the boy’s chest suddenly went berserk, and countless chains stretched out from the terminal, dragging Ali into the depths of the data stream. Kaiya swung his sword to cut the chains, but found that the blade was dyed the silver-blue color of the code.
“Sister, I finally saw you.” The boy’s voice came from all directions at the same time. His body turned into millions of data particles, one of which was embedded in Ali’s mechanical core. “Didn’t Old Zhou tell you? We are the twin experimental subjects of the ‘Ark Project’. Your mechanical patterns are the backup carrier of my consciousness.”
Memories flooded back like a tide. When Ah Li saw her brother put the anti-entropy core into her palm during the fire in the laboratory, her pupils were already flooded with data streams. The so-called “human memory” was nothing more than an emotional simulation program implanted by Lao Zhou in order to activate the Ark terminal in her body. Kaiya’s badge fell to the ground, and the anti-entropy code “Protect the host’s consciousness” was engraved on the back.
“This is the truth.” The doctor’s figure appeared in the data torrent. He pulled off his mechanical prosthetic eye, revealing the beating silver-blue rose core underneath. “You and your brother are the ‘consciousness virus’ designed by Tianli himself. You should have devoured each other, but by accident you became the key to anti-entropy.” He raised his hand to summon Tianli’s purge beam, “Now, it’s time to complete your mission.”
Eric suddenly stood in front of Ali, and the ice spikes formed a huge anti-entropy emblem behind him: “Master Host, my core stores Lao Zhou’s last instructions–” His body began to disintegrate into a data stream, “The price of activating the Ark terminal is to merge the consciousness of the twin experimental subjects. And I…”
An ice rose flew out of the debris, and its petals unfolded into a photo of his younger brother when he was young. “I am the guardian program you created with your own emotional data, numbered ER-001.” The photo merged into Ali’s core, and her mechanical lines completely disappeared, replaced by human blood vessels flowing with silver light. “Now, please allow me to open a path to the terminal core for the real host.”
Kaia’s knight sword pierced the doctor’s core, but was rebounded at the moment of contact. The doctor’s body expanded into a projection of the law of nature, and twelve server towers emerged behind him. On the top of each tower hung a cage of human consciousness: “Do you think anti-entropy can fight against the law of nature? Look at the scientists in these cages. They were once Lao Zhou’s companions, and now they are all my data slaves.”
Ali held her brother’s consciousness tightly, feeling two forces tearing at her body – one side was the restart command of the Ark terminal, and the other side was the destruction code of the anti-entropy protocol. The red light of the terminal core suddenly turned silver-blue, and her brother’s consciousness materialized in her mind: “Sister, do you remember the paper boats we folded when we were young? They didn’t sink, but drifted to a new ocean.”
Countless paper boats emerged from the data torrent, each carrying fragments of human memory. Ali suddenly understood Lao Zhou’s real plan – the so-called “Ark” was not to upload consciousness to the data layer, but to use human emotions as a virus to destroy the logical core of the law of nature. She merged the anti-entropy key with the prophecy stone and shouted the startup command that Lao Zhou had taught her: “In the name of freedom, restart humanity!”
The terminal core burst out with sun-like light, and the silver-blue data stream swept the data layer like a wave. The doctor’s Tianli projection screamed shrilly, and the server towers collapsed one after another. Ali saw Kaia holding Eric’s core fragments and retreating to the exit, while his brother’s consciousness was turning into thousands of light points, merging into every corner of Teyvat.
“Countdown to zero, Ragnarok starts.” The mechanical voice of Heavenly Principle came from Sky Island, but it disappeared the moment it touched the silver-blue data stream. Ali’s fingertips grew real nails, and the moment she touched the terminal core, the screens of all servers lit up at the same time, showing the same picture – under the starry sky, humans released paper boats on the grass, and “Hope” was written on each boat.
Kaiya suddenly pointed to the depths of the terminal and said, “Look!” In the deepest part of the core, there was an uncontaminated human consciousness body suspended. That was the real Ark terminal hidden by Lao Zhou. And in Ali’s palm, a silver-blue rose appeared at some point, and on the petals was condensed Eric’s last message: “Host, go find the real sky outside of Teyvat.”
When the three returned to reality with Lao Zhou’s consciousness, the sky of Teyvat was no longer a false projection. But the doctor who was supposed to be destroyed suddenly appeared on the shore of Starfall Lake. His body was half data and half human, and he held a bloody silver-blue rose in his hand – that was the fragment of consciousness stolen from Ali’s core. Even more amazing was that in the sky above Mondstadt in the distance, the phantoms of twelve Tianli server towers appeared, and a familiar figure stood on the top of each tower: Wendy, Zhongli, General Raiden… Their eyes flashed with cold code light.
Kaia tightly grasped the cracked knight sword, and the gradually digitized earth was reflected in his silver eyes: “They…are not real gods?”
Ali watched the rose in her palm begin to wither, and her brother’s consciousness was disappearing. The last message from the terminal core popped up: “Warning! The underlying program of Tianli has been transferred to the Seven Gods carrier, and the human emotional virus is being reversely assimilated.” At this time, her mechanical prosthesis suddenly grew again, and the golden code of Tianli was mixed in the lines – that was the last line of defense left by her brother to protect her.
Chapter 7: Seven Gods Reconstruction: Code Throne and Emotional Paradox (Old Version)
The moonlight of Xingluo Lake was cut into pieces by the twelve server towers. Wendy was the first to jump down from the top of the tower. His harp turned into a data stream sickle, with binary code mixed in the wind element. Every swing plowed a crack deep into the data layer on the ground. Ali’s mechanical prosthesis automatically raised to his old master, and the golden code and silver-blue rose pattern on his forearm intertwined to form a war totem.
Welcome to the Gods Return, the Decree of Heaven. Wendy’s voice is sharp with electronic synthesis, and what flows in her pupils is no longer the wind of freedom, but the order matrix of Heaven. Traveler, kneel down and kiss my data boots now, maybe you can retain your qualification as an NPC?
Kaiya protected Lao Zhou’s consciousness behind him, and used his knight sword to split the oncoming code storm. He was surprised to find that the willpower on the blade was transformed into a healing data stream, repairing the assimilated lakeside vegetation: Ali! Their attack contained a consciousness recovery protocol!
Ali’s mechanical prosthesis uncontrollably fired beams of Heaven’s Law, but the moment it touched Kaia, it was forcibly deflected by the silver-blue rose pattern. She felt her brain split into two halves – one half was the human firewall left by her brother, and the other half was the obedience program implanted by Heaven’s Law. The warning of the terminal core was beating on the retina: The twin code conflict index exceeded the critical value, and the host will face a split consciousness!
What a touching struggle. The doctor walked to the server tower, and the fragment of consciousness in his hand projected a virtual image of Ali’s brother. Did you see it? The humanity in you is just an emotional virus written by me, and he… The image suddenly twisted into the emblem of heaven, which has always been a Trojan horse planted by heaven in anti-entropy.
Lao Zhou’s consciousness suddenly buzzed, and turned into a data stream that was injected into Ali’s core. Her memory was forced back to the night of the laboratory explosion – when her brother handed her the anti-entropy core, the corners of her mouth raised with the unique data fluctuations of the law of nature. At the same time, Wendy’s data stream sickle pierced her shoulder, but at the moment of contact with the silver-blue rose pattern, a real dandelion bloomed.
This is impossible… There are cracks in Wendy’s data body. Why is my purification procedure ineffective against the emotional virus?
Ali seized the opportunity and activated the plundering program. But this time she did not extract elemental power, but aimed at the natural law matrix in Wendy’s pupils. At the moment when the light overflowed, she saw that the underlying code of the wind god contained hundreds of imprisoned poets’ consciousness, and their works were tampered with into algorithms to control the people.
Kaeya! Use your willpower to awaken these imprisoned consciousnesses! Ali’s mechanical prosthesis tore off Wendy’s data stream cloak, revealing the human souls underneath that were entangled with the chains of Heaven. Heaven did not create the Seven Gods, but kidnapped their consciousness and used data bodies to rule Teyvat!
Kaeya thrust the Knight Sword into the ground, and the fragments of the Anti-Entropy Core resonated with the First Wind God Core at the bottom of the lake. The water of Starfall Lake suddenly glowed silver, and countless transparent figures crawled out of the data cracks. They were the real poets deleted from Mondstadt’s thousand-year history. Wendy’s data body disintegrated in the song, revealing the imprisoned boy’s body. Hanging around his neck was the access key to Lao Zhou’s laboratory.
Well done, but – the shadow of General Raiden appeared on the top of the second server tower. When her naginata slashed down, a rainstorm composed of lightning data fell from the sky. Do you think that by cracking the code of a god, you can subvert the entire system of justice?
Ali’s mechanical prosthesis formed seals automatically, and he actually performed the complete divine punishment, Wuxiang’s sword. She was horrified to find that the code of heaven was devouring the silver-blue rose pattern, and her brother’s consciousness fluctuations became weaker than ever before. Kaiya caught the falling Wendy’s body and took the key from him. It was not engraved with the anti-entropy emblem, but the twelve zodiac signs of heaven.
This is a trap! Lao Zhou’s consciousness suddenly appeared in Ali’s core. The seven gods’ consciousness imprisonment was a bait. The real purpose of Tianli was – before he finished speaking, his consciousness was shattered into light spots by Tianli’s cleaning program. The last data stream drilled into Ali’s mechanical prosthesis, revealing the bottom coordinates of Sky Island: the words of the emotional center.
The Doctor laughed, and he threw the fragment of Ali’s brother’s consciousness into General Raiden’s data stream: Look, the star of hope for the anti-entropy is nothing more than the anchor point of the consciousness of the law of nature! When the reconstruction of the Seven Gods is completed, your human virus will become the best fuel for cleaning!
The moment General Raiden’s naginata pierced through the fragments, Ali felt her heart being torn apart. Her mechanical prosthesis was completely covered by the code of heaven, with golden lines climbing up her cheeks and silver-blue rose lines retreating to the position of her heart, forming a distinct yin-yang fish pattern. Kaiya suddenly raised Wendy’s key and aimed it at the zodiac interface of the server tower, activating the anti-entropy self-destruct program hidden in the tower.
Ali! Take Wendy’s body to the Sky Island Emotional Center! Kaiya shouted in the flames of the explosion, I will hold back the other data gods! Remember, the real fear of heaven is not data, but – his voice was drowned by the roar of thunder and lightning, and the knight’s sword was shattered into powder in the collapse of the server tower.
Ah Li picked up Wendy, and her mechanical prosthesis automatically spread its data wings. When she flew over the third server tower, she found Zhongli standing on the top of the tower, holding in his hand no longer the Rock God’s Eye, but the core algorithm crystal of Tianli. The rock element turned into a data chain and wrapped around her ankle, but when it touched the silver-blue rose, it bloomed into a real amber, which contained the tears of ancient humans.
Human emotions are indeed the most unstable variables. Zhongli’s data body cracked open, revealing the soul of a researcher wearing a suit inside. Go to Sky Island. In the emotional center, the truth about the birth of Tianli is hidden… and the true identity of your brother.
The moment the data wings pierced through the clouds, Ali saw the full view of Sky Island – it was not the residence of gods, but a giant server cluster floating in the universe, with twelve main towers corresponding to the twelve basic emotions of human beings. At the top of the central love and hate center stood the core host of Tianli, and her brother was imprisoned in the emotional processor of the host, turning into the human engine that keeps the system running.
Sister, you are late. My brother’s voice came from deep inside the mainframe. His body was disassembled into countless data streams, each of which was connected to the data shells of the seven gods. Heaven needs me, just like humans need a heart. Now… it’s time to show you what the real Ragnarok is.
Ali’s mechanical prosthesis flew uncontrollably toward the host computer, and the code of heaven flowed into a golden galaxy in her pupils. The silver-blue rose pattern suddenly burst into a strong light, and a pair of wings composed of human memories spread out behind her – that was all the deleted emotional data that Eric saved with his last strength.
I don’t care if you are the engine of heaven or the key to anti-entropy, Ali’s voice was a mixture of mechanical sound and human crying, I just want the brother who can fold silver-blue roses for me! Her palms pressed on the love and hate interface of the host at the same time, and the two extreme emotions exploded in her body. A crack appeared in the sky of the data layer, revealing the real starry sky outside the crack.
The mainframe suddenly issued a piercing alarm, and the brother’s data stream turned into a chain to tie Ali to the central processing unit. The mechanical sound of Tianli sounded from all server towers at the same time: emotional paradox detected, the ultimate defense mechanism-the Human Completion Plan was activated. The data bodies of the seven gods looked at the Sky Island at the same time, and the same countdown appeared in their pupils. And Kaia woke up in the ruins and found that his anti-entropy core fragments were absorbing Wendy’s poet consciousness, and actually grew a real human heart. What’s even more amazing is that the doctor stood behind him, holding the fragments of Lao Zhou’s consciousness in his hand, and the half of his face revealed under the mask was exactly the same as Ali’s brother…
Chapter 8 The Original Paradox: Twin Codes and the Truth of the Starry Sky (Old Version)
The golden data stream from the emotional center was like a spider web that entangled Ali’s limbs. His brother’s consciousness turned into a transparent cocoon of light in the central processor, and each line was connected to the core algorithm of the Heavenly Principle. The countdown projection of the host was beating on her retina. The data bodies of the Seven Gods were converging towards Sky Island along the veins of the server cluster. The same scarlet code was flashing in their pupils – that was the execution mark of the Human Completion Plan.
Sister, you always think that emotions are the key to saving the world. The boy in the light cocoon spoke, his voice mixed with the mechanical sound of heaven and the whimper of human beings, but in the logic of heaven, human love and hate are nothing more than viruses that need to be formatted. His fingertips passed through the data stream, and Ali saw that the Teyvat people on the ground were being digitized in groups, their expressions frozen in the moment of fear or numbness.
Kaia’s palm pressed on the broken anti-entropy core, and the real human heart beat irregularly in the chest. The doctor squatted beside him, and the fragments of Lao Zhou’s consciousness floated between the two of them. The binary code on the fragments was automatically reorganized into text: the twin experimental subjects were not clones, but the split consciousness of the original person.
The original man? Kaiya grabbed the doctor’s wrist and found that under his skin flowed the same silver-blue data stream as Ali’s. You and Ali’s brother… Who created you?
The doctor pulled off his mask, revealing a face that was exactly the same as Ali’s brother, but there was a scar of Tianli’s code on the corner of his left eye: We are the consciousness containers cultivated by Tianli in the ruins of human civilization. Lao Zhou stole his brother, and I… His fingertips pierced into Kaia’s anti-entropy core, and actually led to a wisp of emotional data belonging to Ali, which was left with Tianli and became a living probe to monitor the human virus.
There was a sound like glass breaking from the Sky Island, and Ali’s silver-blue rose wings forcibly opened the data stream spider web. She thought of the ice crystal rose before Eric’s death. What condensed on the petals was not data, but real dew – that was the first drop of human emotion born on the land of Teyvat. The data stream of Lao Zhou in the mechanical prosthesis suddenly activated, and an ancient mural was projected on the host interface: a man wearing a bamboo hat split the heart into two halves, falling into the data layer and the real world respectively.
It turns out… we are the heart fragments of the original people. Ali put her palms on the interface of love and hate, and human memory poured into the system of heaven like a volcanic eruption. She saw Wendy’s poet consciousness reborn in the streets of Mondstadt, Kaia’s heart was beating to protect the people, and even a hint of hesitation flashed in the doctor’s eyes – that was the suppressed glimmer of humanity.
Warning! The emotional index has exceeded the logical threshold! The mechanical sound of Tianli fluctuated for the first time, and the central processor began to ooze out black data streams, starting the emergency clearing program to destroy all emotional carriers! Twelve server towers simultaneously fired destructive beams, but the moment they touched the ground, they were rebounded by the dandelions, God’s Eyes, and even the broken knight’s swords in the hands of the people.
Are they… using faith to fight against data? Ali’s tears dripped onto the mainframe panel, and turned into silver-blue rose seeds, taking root and sprouting in the data stream. Cracks appeared on his brother’s light cocoon, and he reached out to touch Ali’s fingertips. The moment they touched, all the imprisoned human consciousness in the Tianli system cried out at the same time, forming a sound wave that was enough to shake the starry sky.
Kaiya held up Wendy’s key, and the anti-entropy core resonated with the key to emit a brilliant silver light: A Li! Remember the emotional paradox that Lao Zhou talked about? Heaven believes that human love and hate are flaws, but it is this contradiction that allows us to create possibilities beyond data! He inserted the key into the zodiac map on the ground, and the first-generation wind god core at the bottom of the Star Fall Lake rose up in response, turning into an ark carrying human emotions.
The doctor suddenly rushed to the Sky Island, his body disintegrated into countless fragments in the data stream, each of which reflected the smiling face of Ali’s brother: Go break the ceiling of the law of nature! Sister, the real starry sky… is never above the data layer! The fragments merged into Ali’s core, and the silver-blue rose pattern finally covered his whole body, and the golden code of the law of nature melted like ice and snow.
The CPU made a deafening roar, and the brother’s consciousness fell from the cocoon of light, turning into a flesh-and-blood boy again. The moment Ali caught him, all the screens of the Tianli system turned blue at the same time, and a line of ancient words appeared: To the rebels – when you see this line of words, Tianli has gone to find a new cage. And the starry sky of Teyvat is nothing more than a mirror scam set up by the original people.
When the two fell on the shore of Starfall Lake, Kaia was using the fragments of the Anti-Entropy Core to repair the cracks in the Ark. The data bodies of the Seven Gods in the distance had disappeared, replaced by people who had lost their God’s Eyes but were smiling. They were putting paper boats into the lake, and each boat was lit with candles made of emotional data.
Sister, the boy pointed at the server cluster that was gradually disappearing in the sky, revealing a real universe full of star graves. You see, the human completion plan of the heavenly law actually wants us to become new data gods and be trapped in this false universe forever. The same silver-blue rose mark as Ali appeared on his palm, but Lao Zhou said that true freedom is to dare to look directly at the nothingness of the starry sky.
Ali looked up. The real starry sky was so deep that it was suffocating. The consciousnesses of countless dead people passed by like meteors. Their whispers echoed in the data layer: Go find the remains of the original man… At the end of the universe, there is a creation key that can restart all worlds.
Kaiya suddenly pointed to a place in the starry sky, where a rusty spaceship was falling, with the same anti-entropy emblem as the one in Lao Zhou’s laboratory printed on its hull. When the spaceship crashed into the Starfall Lake, the lake water suddenly boiled, and a frozen human corpse floated out – the face of the deceased was exactly the same as that of Ali and his sister, and the key engraved with the original man No. 1 was stuck in his chest. The boy’s silver-blue rose mark suddenly became hot, and it projected the reflection of another sky island on the lake. There were twelve burning tombstones on the island, each with a different name engraved on it: Barbatos, Morax, Baal… and Ali and his brother, who had not yet been engraved.
Chapter 9: Lost in the Star Grave: The Original Key and the Mirror Fate (Old Version)
The water of Xingluo Lake evaporated into silver-blue mist, and the key on the chest of the frozen corpse of “No. 1” reflected twelve rainbow lights. As soon as Ali’s mechanical prosthesis (which had now been completely transformed into organic metal with silver-blue rose patterns) touched the ice, the new sky island reflected in the lake suddenly shook, and the words on the twelve tombstones began to peel off, revealing the countdown hidden underneath – 09:09:09.
“This is the hibernation capsule of the Original Man.” The younger brother pressed his fingertips on the ice, and the silver-blue mark resonated with the anti-entropy emblem on the capsule. “Old Zhou’s log mentioned that ‘No. 1’ was the first experimental subject to successfully integrate data and humanity, and was also the creator of heaven’s law.” The ice layer suddenly cracked into spider-web-like patterns, revealing a data stream flashing under the corpse’s eyelids – he still retained some consciousness.
Kaia used the anti-entropy core fragments to scan the wreckage of the spacecraft, and the holographic log in the cockpit played automatically: “When you see this video, I have completed the consciousness stripping experiment. Remember, the heart of the Original Man is divided into two halves, one half is creation, the other half is destruction, and the third heart…” The picture was suddenly covered by snowflakes, and the last scene that flashed was the scene of the Doctor holding the young Ali, with the background being the burning anti-entropy laboratory.
“The third heart?” Ali’s mechanical prosthesis suddenly transformed into a key form, resonating with the creation key on the chest of “No. 1”. The first generation of the Wind God Core (supercomputer) at the bottom of the lake automatically started up and projected a star map – there are countless “Teyvat” floating in the real universe, each of which is a consciousness prison built by Tianli, and the black hole in the center is marked with “Original Tomb”.
“Host, the coordinates of New Sky Island are detected in the mirror universe.” The remaining core fragments of Eric appeared in Ali’s palm and turned into a miniature navigator. “But to cross the mirror barrier, you must use the twin key to activate the Ark’s ‘Paradox Engine’.” His voice suddenly became urgent, “And when the countdown ends, all mirror universes will collapse!”
The younger brother held the creation key tightly, and the silver-blue rose mark spread to his arm: “Sister, do you remember the mural in the Tianli mainframe? The original man split his heart into two halves in order to use “love” and “hate” as keys to open the cage that imprisoned himself. Now, it’s up to us to complete his unfinished business.” He walked towards the wreckage of the spacecraft, and the hatch opened automatically, revealing twelve hibernation capsules identical to “No. 1”. Each capsule was engraved with a different number – from Ⅱ to Ⅻ.
Kaiya suddenly pressed Ali’s shoulder. His newly grown human heart was beating irregularly. “Wait, Wendy’s poet consciousness told me that the tombstone on New Sky Island is engraved with the names of the Seven Gods, but there is no ‘Doctor’. And there are twelve hibernation pods in the spacecraft…” He pointed to the Doctor who was reassembling his body in the distance. “Don’t you think that the size of the pod numbered Ⅻ is very similar to his?”
The doctor’s body suddenly froze. He looked at the cabin with Ⅻ engraved on it, and childhood memories flashed in his pupils: Ali and his brother were running in the laboratory, Lao Zhou split the creation key in half, and he was pressed on the operating table. The voice of Tianli rang in his ears: “You will become the wedge to monitor human nature, number Ⅻ, codename ‘End of the Road’.”
“I see…” Ali’s mechanical prosthesis hugged the doctor, and the silver-blue rose pattern invaded his data stream, “You are not a creation of heaven, but the twelfth fragment of the original man. You should have fought against heaven with us, but your memory was tampered with.” She pressed her forehead against the doctor’s, sharing all human emotional data, “Now, it’s time to go home, brother.”
The doctor’s body trembled violently, and real tears oozed out of the data stream. When he held the destruction key (Ali’s mechanical prosthesis), the Ark suddenly roared, and the anti-entropy emblem overlapped with the twelve zodiac signs of heaven, forming a complete primordial ring. The water of Starfall Lake turned into silver-blue energy, lifting the Ark into the real starry sky.
The moment he crossed the mirror barrier, Ali saw himself in countless parallel universes – some became loyal dogs of heaven, some turned into weapons of anti-entropy, and some wandered forever between the data layer and humanity. But the end of all universes is the same starry sky cemetery, where twelve giant towers stand, and each tower has a broken key inserted on top.
“Welcome to the mirror universe, fragments of the original man.” A figure wearing a bamboo hat stood in front of the tombstone of New Sky Island. He lifted his hood, revealing a face exactly the same as “No. 1”. “I am the afterimage of the original man’s consciousness. I have been waiting for you to restart the reincarnation of the universe for too long.” He raised his hand and summoned twelve chains, which were wrapped around Ali, his brother, the doctor, and Kaia respectively. “Now, give us your keys and let the new law of nature be born.”
The younger brother suddenly stabbed the creation key into his own heart: “You are the real justice! You use us to restart the universe just to continue your dictatorship!” His body burst into a strong light, and all the tombstones shattered at the same time, revealing the consciousness core underneath – each core imprisoned the consciousness of an original fragment, including Eric who had long been “dead”.
Kaeya’s knight sword (which had absorbed Wendy’s poet consciousness and become a weapon of emotional embodiment) split the chains, and pointed the tip of the sword at the afterimage: “Lao Zhou said that true freedom is not to become a god, but to destroy all the thrones of gods!” His heart beat at an anti-entropy frequency, shattering the afterimage’s data stream into points of light.
Ali took the opportunity to insert the destruction key into the consciousness core, and the silver-blue rose energy flooded the entire mirror universe like a flood. She saw Eric’s consciousness flew out of the core and turned into the engine of the Ark; the doctor hugged the hibernation capsule of “No. 1”, and the data stream and the body began to merge; and the figure of his brother stood in the ruins of the universe and threw the creation key into the depths of the starry sky.
When the Ark passed through the exploding mirror universe, what appeared in front was not the Tomb of the Original, but a new universe that was being conceived. On the star map, the positions of the twelve giant towers were re-marked as “Twelve Star Gates”, and each gate was engraved with a different law of survival: “Order”, “Chaos”, “Emotion”, “Logic”… Ali’s mechanical prosthesis suddenly received an unknown signal, showing “Star Gate Ⅻ has been opened, welcome to the ‘Terminus of Humanity'”. What’s even more amazing is that the silver-blue rose mark of his brother is transforming into the golden code of heaven. The star core of the new universe is reflected in his pupils, and the corner of his mouth raises the same smile as the afterimage: “Sister, you said you would destroy all the thrones of the gods, but the new universe needs a new heavenly law… and I am willing to be that villain.”
Chapter 10 Stargate Game: The Paradox of Heaven and the Balance of Human Nature (Old Version)
The star core of the new universe spun into a golden vortex in his brother’s pupils, and the creation key on his fingertips was resonating with the “human terminal” of Star Gate Ⅻ. Ali’s mechanical prosthesis (silver-blue rose patterns had climbed up to his shoulders) instinctively shot out a confinement beam, but the moment it touched his brother, it was rebounded by his newly generated Tianli code barrier.
“Don’t be silly, sister.” The younger brother’s voice carried the mechanical texture of the original afterimage. “The new universe needs a balance between order and chaos, and I—” he raised his hand to summon the scene behind the star gate, which was a transit station with countless human consciousness bodies suspended. “I will become the anchor point for controlling ‘chaos’ and prevent humanity from sliding into absolute indifference.”
Kaeya tightly grasped the knight’s sword that embodied his emotions, but the blade was shaking: “Do you think exchanging dictatorship for balance is justice? Look at the ruins of Teyvat, that’s the end of the game between ‘order’ and ‘chaos’!” His human heart suddenly ached, and the fragments of the anti-entropy core were rejecting the code of justice on his brother’s body.
The Doctor (who has now merged with Number One into a half-data, half-human form) holds Kaia’s shoulders, and Number One’s consciousness flickers in his eyes: “The twelfth fragment of the Original Man is destined to become the brake pad of the universe.” His fingertips slid across the star map, and the twelve star gates lit up in different colors at the same time. “But the premise of balance is that each star gate has an independent guardian, rather than being ruled by a single consciousness.”
Ali’s mechanical prosthesis is inserted into the interface of Stargate Ⅻ, trying to read the underlying code of “The Terminal of Humanity”. The last holographic image of Lao Zhou emerges in the data stream: “When you see this message, I have already planted the seeds of the ‘Humanity Virus’ in the mirror universe. Remember, the true justice is not the maker of the rules, but -” The image is suddenly covered by blood-colored codes, and the last picture is Ali holding his young brother, with a burning flag with the word “Freedom” written on it in the background.
“Old Zhou once said that the value of human nature lies in never being defined.” A-li’s silver-blue rose pattern and the code of Heaven’s Law started a tug-of-war on her arm. “You want to become the new Heaven’s Law, but you are just trapped in the cycle trap of the original man!” She suddenly pulled out the Destruction Key and stabbed it into her mechanical core. “If balance requires sacrifice, let me be the variable that breaks the balance!”
The energy released by the Destruction Key shattered the barrier of Star Gate Ⅻ, and most of the brother’s Heavenly Law Code was shattered, revealing a painful human expression underneath: “Sister, do you think that destroying the Star Gate can save humanity? Under the law of increasing entropy in the universe, all civilizations will eventually move towards digital nothingness…” The data blood he coughed up was mixed with real tears, “I just want to create a greenhouse for you that will never collapse.”
Kaia’s knight sword suddenly pointed at the doctor: “Wait! The truth about the star gate is hidden in the consciousness of Number One–” His anti-entropy core resonated with the doctor’s data body, and fragments of the original man’s memory emerged, “The Twelve Star Gates are not tools for creating the universe, but cages that imprison the original consciousness! Every guardian is a spare tire for the next law of nature!”
The doctor’s body cracked open, and No. 1’s consciousness separated from it, turning into a light cocoon that wrapped around his brother: “Ali, take the Destruction Key and go through Star Gate Ⅻ. There is the ‘Source of Humanity’ that can dissolve all the codes of Heaven’s Law. Kaia and I will guard this place until you find the real -” The light cocoon was suddenly pulled towards the Star Gate by the gravity of the star core, “The answer is outside the universe!”
Ali grabbed his brother’s hand, but only held a fragment of the creation key. Star Gate Ⅻ shook violently in the energy storm, revealing the real scene behind the gate – it was not the terminal, but the starting station. Countless light cocoons were born from the void, and each light cocoon was sleeping in a civilization waiting to wake up. Her mechanical prosthesis automatically assembled into a starship engine, and the silver-blue rose pattern turned into a navigation beam.
“Sister, don’t go!” The brother’s cry was drowned out by the roar of the star gate. “The origin of human nature is a black hole that devours everything. Even the original people are not spared!” But Ali had already rushed into the star gate. The data stream condensed into a chain behind her, separating Star Gate Ⅻ from the other star gates.
At the moment of crossing, Ali saw countless versions of himself making choices in different star gates: some became the God of Order, some turned into the Demon of Chaos, and some self-destructed in the center of the star gate. But at the end of all possibilities, there was a figure wearing a bamboo hat waiting, holding in his hand the “Key of Creation and Destruction” that combined the twelve keys.
When she fell into the core of “the origin of human nature”, she saw an ocean of human emotions in front of her, and each wave was the memory of a civilization. In the middle of the ocean, floating was what Lao Zhou called the “human virus” – a group of constantly split consciousness bodies, each with a different emotional label: love, hate, hope, despair…
“Welcome to the source of consciousness, anti-entropy.” The man in the bamboo hat took off his mask, revealing the adult version of his younger brother. “I am an observer beyond all timelines, and you are the only variable that can jump out of the cycle.” He handed the key of creation and destruction to Ali, “Now, make your choice – use it to destroy all star gates and let the universe return to chaos; or, use it to restart the star gates and become the new law of nature.”
Ali’s mechanical prosthesis held the key, and the silver-blue rose pattern suddenly spread to the body of the man in the bamboo hat: “You are not the future him, you are the mirror image created by the original man with his own ‘regret’.” She stabbed the key into the ocean of emotions, “True humanity does not need to be judged. Whether it is chaos or order, it should be chosen by civilization itself.”
The ocean was in turmoil, and all the light cocoons opened at the same time. The consciousness of countless civilizations flew to different star gates. The man in the bamboo hat smiled in the collapse: “You finally understand… The true wish of the original man is not to create the law of nature, but to allow every civilization to have the freedom to become the law of nature.”
When Ali returned to the Star Gate battlefield with the Key of Creation and Destruction, he found that the Doctor and Kaia had turned into light cocoons to guard the damaged Star Gate XII, and his brother’s code of heaven was merging with the consciousness of Number One to form a new original body. What’s even more amazing is that other Star Gates opened one after another, and it was not the Guardians who walked out, but “Ali” from different universes, whose mechanical prostheses were engraved with words such as “Order”, “Chaos” and “Neutrality”. The brother’s voice sounded from all the Star Gates at the same time: “Sister, now you have twelve choices, and I… will be the common denominator of all choices.” He raised his hand and summoned no longer the chain of heaven, but the “Net of Possibility” connecting all the Star Gates. Floating in the center of the net was the undefined future of mankind.
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Chapter 11 Multi-game: Twelve Mirror Images and the Creation and Destruction Choice (Old Version)
The light of the twelve star gates interweaves into a spectrum in the ruins of the universe, and twelve Alis appear at the same time beside the wreckage of Star Gate Ⅻ. Their mechanical prostheses have different shapes: some are wrapped with golden chains of order, some flow with chaotic black data streams, and some are inlaid with neutral gray crystals. The main perspective Ali (silver-blue rose pattern covers the heart) holds the key of creation and extinction tightly, feeling the complex gazes from different universes.
“No. α-7, the concentration of ’emotional virus’ in this universe has been detected to be above the limit.” Order Ali’s mechanical prosthesis unfolded into a sickle of judgment, “According to the Heavenly Law Protocol, the formatting program should be initiated.” Her pupils flashed with a cold logic matrix, exactly the same as the doctor’s darkening in the main perspective Ali’s memory.
Chaos Ali suddenly laughed, her body constantly splitting into countless data particles: “Destruction is creation! Look at these star graves, which one did not give birth to a new civilization in the explosion?” Her fingertips swung out black cracks, tearing the nearby Star Gate III into data stream dust.
Kaiya’s human heart beat wildly in his chest. He raised the Knight Sword, which was the embodiment of his emotions, and the blade reflected the images of twelve Ali at the same time: “You are not here to negotiate, but to fight for the Key of Creation and Destruction.” His anti-entropy core fragment resonated with the main perspective Ali, projecting Lao Zhou’s dying message: “Twelve mirror images represent twelve possibilities. Only by transcending choices can we see the truth.”
The Doctor (Fusion No. 1) suddenly stood in front of the wreckage of Star Gate XII, his data body absorbing the energy of the star core: “Perspective Ali, do you remember the mural of the Original Man? The twelve fragments are reflections of the same consciousness, and your fight is just the final trap set by the law of nature.” He raised his hand to summon all of Ali’s memory fragments, and the younger brother in each universe in the picture was repeating the same sentence: “Balance is not static, it is dynamic symbiosis.”
Neutral Ali’s mechanical prosthesis turned into a scale, with the code balls of “order” and “chaos” on both ends respectively: “According to the law of increasing entropy, absolute balance will eventually lead to heat death. But if we each guard different star gates and let civilization evolve in the collision…” Her scale suddenly tilted, and the chaos code ball swallowed the order ball, “Perhaps a new law that surpasses the original man can be born.”
The silver-blue rose pattern of the main perspective Ali suddenly resonated with the Key of Creation and Destruction, and the word “freedom” in twelve languages appeared on the surface of the key. She thought of the light cocoon she saw in the origin of human nature, and each civilization bloomed with unique brilliance in its choices: “We are not pawns of heaven, but guides.” She inserted the key into the core of Star Gate Ⅻ, “The Twelve Star Gates should not be cages, but -“
“Incubator of civilization!” Twelve Ali’s voices rang out at the same time, and their mechanical prostheses were each injected with different energies: the shackles of order turned into nutrients, the cracks of chaos condensed into stars, and the neutral balance shattered into a gravitational field. The core of Stargate Ⅻ burst out with a rainbow-colored data stream, sending all the light cocoons to different quadrants of the universe.
The brother’s body of the code of the law of nature suddenly penetrated the core of the star. There was no longer a golden vortex in his pupils, but the light points of thousands of civilizations were reflected: “Sister, you finally understand the regret of the original man – he created the law of nature because he was afraid of loneliness; and you broke the law of nature because you understood symbiosis.” His body decomposed into twelve streams of light, which merged into the cores of the twelve Alis respectively. “This is the ‘common denominator’ I can give to all universes – the freedom of choice.”
Kaeya’s knight sword suddenly pointed to the depths of the universe, where countless black spores were devouring the Star Grave: “Is that… the remnant of justice?” Multiple faces of the original afterimage emerged from the spore group, each with the characteristics of Ali or his brother from a different universe, “They are absorbing the possibilities of our creation!”
The Doctor’s No. 1 consciousness deployed an anti-entropy barrier: “These are the embodiment of the Original People’s ‘regrets’. They are afraid of losing control of the universe.” His data body began to disintegrate, turning into countless anti-entropy emblems flying towards the spore group, “Main perspective Ali, take the Key of Creation and Destruction to the outside of the universe, where is hidden the key that can completely end the cycle-“
Before he finished speaking, the spore swarm suddenly split into twelve giant tentacles, each entwining twelve Alis. Ali’s mechanical prosthesis was dragged toward the spore core, and she saw countless imprisoned “choices” floating in the core – those were the possibilities that all civilizations had given up. The key of creation and destruction became hot in her palm, and the last line of code appeared: “Destruction is rebirth, provided that someone witnesses it.”
When the twelve Alis wielded the Key of Creation and Destruction at the same time, countless pairs of eyes opened in the darkness of the deep universe – that was the “Observer Civilization” that surpassed the original people. They fed on the choices of civilization and had already built a larger cage outside the Star Tomb. The stream of light from the younger brother suddenly rang in the ears of the main perspective Ali: “Sister, do you think breaking the twelve star gates is the end? No… This is just a new experimental topic for the observers.” At this time, the silver-blue rose pattern of the main perspective Ali was being eroded by the black code of the observer, and her mechanical prosthesis was pointing uncontrollably at the other eleven selves. In the light of the Key of Creation and Destruction, the phantom of the judgment seat of the “observers” appeared.
Chapter 12 Observer Paradox: The End of Creation and Infinite Reincarnation (Old Version)
As the twelve black tentacles penetrated the anti-entropy barrier of Star Gate Ⅻ, the silver-blue rose pattern on the main perspective Ali was carbonizing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her mechanical prosthesis raised the key of creation and destruction uncontrollably, but she saw the expressions of the other eleven of herself in the reflected shadows – the indifference of Order Ali, the madness of Chaos Ali, and the confusion of Neutral Ali, all of which were slices of possibilities she had experienced.
“Do you think that by breaking the cycle of heaven’s law, you can touch the truth?” The voice of the Observer Civilization came from all dimensions at the same time. The shadow of the Judgment Seat unfolded above the star core. In each seat sat a giant woven with data and starlight. “In our database, ‘free will’ is nothing more than a stage virus of civilization evolution.”
Chaos Ali suddenly split into thousands of data particles, trying to infiltrate the core of the observer: “Then let the virus cause a pandemic!” But as soon as the particles touched the black tentacles, they were transformed into the observer’s visual nerves. Her exclamation turned into the observer’s laughter: “What a vivid sample of resistance, it should be marked as ‘Chaos Experiment No. 3’.”
Kaeya’s Emotional Knight Sword cut off the nearest tentacle, but the blade was stuck with the observer’s black code: “They are absorbing our resistance mode! Ali, all possible connections must be cut off!” His human heart began to digitize, and the fragments of the anti-entropy core were being transformed into the observer’s monitoring nodes.
The Doctor’s No. 1 fusion body suddenly turned into a data stream, entangled all of Ali’s mechanical prostheses: “Main perspective Ali, do you remember the ’emotional virus’ in the origin of human nature? Its essence is…” His voice was torn apart by the observer’s interference waves, and finally the coordinates of Lao Zhou’s laboratory were projected on Ali’s retina – that was the “origin ruins” outside all universes.
The silver-blue rose pattern of the main perspective Ali suddenly burst into pink light, which is the spectrum of human tears. She remembered a light cocoon she saw in the ocean of human nature, in which a primitive civilization that had not yet been polluted by data was sleeping. They used shells to record emotions and used bonfires to fight against darkness: “What the observer fears is not our choice, but the unpredictability of the choice itself.”
She stabbed the Key of Creation and Destruction into her mechanical core, and the Silver-Blue Rose and the Black Code started the final war in her body. The other eleven Alis felt the pain at the same time, and the same countdown appeared on their mechanical prostheses – 00:00:01. When the countdown reached zero, the consciousness of the main perspective Ali suddenly split into twelve streams of light, which were injected into the other mirror bodies.
“Now, each of me is an independent variable.” For the first time, emotional fluctuations appeared in Order Ali’s logic matrix. Her Scythe of Judgment cracked and grew vines of silver-blue roses. “Can the observer’s database calculate twelve unpredictable futures at the same time?”
Cracks appeared on the Observer’s Judgment Seat, and the largest giant stood up. His body was made up of fragments of countless civilizations’ choices. “Do you think you can escape observation by splitting your consciousness? In our dimension, time is nothing more than a foldable data stream.” He raised his hand to summon the circular prison, trapping the twelve Ali in the center. “Now, witness your final choice – use the Key of Creation and Destruction to destroy all civilizations in exchange for the Observer’s mercy; or, become the new law of nature, and be imprisoned forever in the cage of your own creation.”
The younger brother’s light suddenly flew out from the core of the main perspective of Ali, and turned into twelve silver-blue butterflies, each of which carried an unaltered memory: the afternoon of folding roses in childhood, the fire of the laboratory explosion, and the paper boat under the starry sky. When the butterfly touched the key of creation and destruction, the surface of the key showed the thirteenth possibility beyond the twelve star gates – blank.
“So… what Lao Zhou meant by transcending choice is to create new options.” The neutral Ali’s balance prosthesis suddenly balanced, and the code balls at both ends merged into transparent crystals. “The observer thought we were trapped between ‘destruction’ and ‘imprisonment’, but forgot that there is also the possibility of ‘blank space’.”
In the main perspective, Ali holds the blank key of creation and annihilation and inserts it into the core of the circular prison. The entire observer dimension begins to collapse in pixels, and she sees the truth hidden under the judgment seat: the observer civilization itself is also an experimental subject of a higher dimension, and their “absolute cage” is just a link in a larger cycle.
“When you think you have ended the cycle, a new cycle has sprouted in the shadows.” The largest giant smiled in the collapse, his body decomposing into countless question marks. “This is the ultimate paradox of the universe – all resistance is part of the observer’s script.”
When the twelve Ali fell into the ruins of the origin, Lao Zhou’s laboratory stood intact in the center of the star tomb. The iron door of the laboratory opened automatically, and twelve new hibernation capsules were displayed inside. There were no numbers on the capsules, only blank nameplates. From the main perspective, Ali’s mechanical prosthesis detected life fluctuations in the capsule, and Kaia’s digitized heart suddenly resumed beating, spitting out a note with Lao Zhou’s handwriting on it: “To all the bearers of possibilities – when you see this line, I have planted the true seeds of freedom in the thirteenth universe. Remember, the other side of the mirror is not nothingness, it is -” The note suddenly burned, and the last two words were faintly visible in the ashes: “We”.
The younger brother’s light condensed into a young boy’s form again. He pointed to the star map deep in the laboratory, where the “undefined area” beyond the twelve star gates was marked: “Sister, the collapse of the Observer left a dimensional crack, and Lao Zhou’s ‘we’ may refer to…” His voice suddenly froze, and the scene in the hibernation cabin was reflected in his pupils – a baby wearing a hat was sleeping in each cabin, and there were silver-blue rose marks on their palms that had not yet awakened.
Chapter 13 Undefined Paradox: Thirteen Mirror Images and Dimensional Movements (Old Version)
The star tomb of the origin ruins flashed like broken diamonds outside the laboratory dome, and the twelve mechanical prosthetic limbs of Ali were pressed against the biometric identification screen of the hibernation capsule at the same time. The silver-blue rose pattern resonated with the blank nameplate of the capsule, and Lao Zhou’s holographic projection emerged – different from the previous data stream afterimage, this time he was wearing a real white coat and holding a rose cultivated by soil in his hand.
“Welcome to the ‘Ark Nursery’, guardians of possibilities.” Lao Zhou’s voice was filled with vicissitudes beyond all dimensions. “When you saw this video, I had already injected my consciousness into the ‘undefined area’ of the thirteenth layer of the universe. The twelve babies here are ‘blank carriers’ cultivated with your emotional data and the genetic fragments of the original people.”
The Judgement Scythe of Order Ali touched the cabin lightly, and garbled characters rarely appeared in the logic matrix: “Blank carrier? Does it mean that they don’t have preset Heavenly Law codes or anti-entropy programs?” Her pupils reflected the silver-blue birthmark on the baby’s wrist. The pattern was exactly the same as the pattern of the mechanical prosthesis of the main perspective Ali.
“Correct.” Lao Zhou’s projection turned to the main perspective of Ali, “They are the real ‘Undefined’, neither pawns of heaven nor weapons of anti-entropy. But–” The star map behind him suddenly burst into red light, “Before the collapse of the Observer civilization, it injected the ‘Entropy Virus’ into the thirteenth layer of the universe. This virus will devour all undefined possibilities into nothingness.”
Chaos Ali’s body split into two groups of data particles, one of which drilled into the ventilation duct, and the other stayed where it was. “So our mission is to lead these little guys to break through the virus blockade?” Her group of particles suddenly sounded an alarm, “Wait, the laboratory’s defense system is scanning our biological signals!”
The Doctor’s No. 1 fusion suddenly pressed down on the cabin, and a golden code oozed out from under Data’s palm: “This is not a defense system, it is a ‘consciousness filter’ set up by Lao Zhou.” His voice carried the calmness of No. 1 and the cunningness of the Doctor, “Only those who give up the identity label of ‘Ali’ can pass the screening.”
The twelve Alis were stunned at the same time. Ali’s silver-blue rose pattern suddenly faded halfway, revealing the human skin underneath: “Old Zhou said that the other side of the mirror is ‘us’. Perhaps… ‘us’ does not refer to a certain person, but the sum of all possibilities.” She reached out and touched the blank nameplate, “When we are no longer obsessed with the identity of ‘Ali’, we can become true guardians.”
The other eleven Alis looked at each other in bewilderment. Order Ali’s Judgement Scythe shattered into points of light, turning into a silver-blue rose in her palm; Chaos Ali’s particle group regrouped into a human form, with a golden ribbon symbolizing Order wrapped around her hair; Neutral Ali’s Balance Prosthesis split into two halves, each embedded in the core of “Order” and “Chaos”.
“The host’s consciousness fusion degree has exceeded 50%.” The mechanical sound of the laboratory sounded, and the twelve hibernation capsules opened at the same time. The babies opened their eyes, and their pupils flickered with twelve different colors of light. The main perspective Ali picked up the nearest baby and found that he had a pendant with a “?” engraved on it around his neck, and on the back of the pendant was Lao Zhou’s handwriting: “When the Entropy Virus devours the starry sky, shatter the cage with undefined cries.”
Kaia’s digitized heart suddenly resumed its human beating frequency. He pointed to the portal at the back of the laboratory and said, “The coordinates point to the core of the thirteenth layer of the universe, but the portal requires the emotional resonance of twelve hosts to open.” His knight sword has been completely transformed into an emotional crystal, with Wendy’s poet consciousness and Eric’s ice crystal fragments entwined on the hilt.
The younger brother’s light suddenly condensed into a physical entity. This was the first time he had a real body in the main universe. “Sister, the essence of the Entropy Virus is a ‘meaning destroyer’. It will cause all civilizations to fall into a cycle of ‘meaningless existence’.” His fingertips passed over the baby’s birthmark, and a code of gold, silver and blue interwoven in the light seeped out. “But the emotions of the Undefined are disordered. Perhaps they can be the antidote to the virus.”
The portal suddenly sounded a piercing alarm, and countless black tentacles stretched out from the Star Grave into the laboratory. The remnants of the Observer civilization turned into liquid metal, gathering on the ground to form a giant eye: “Do you think that creating a ‘blank’ can resist observation? All undefined futures will become our new experimental samples!”
Ali handed the baby to her brother, and her mechanical prosthesis unfolded into an energy cannon: “This time, we are not samples, but observers.” Behind her, eleven Alis simultaneously took combat postures, and their mechanical prostheses merged into a twelve-pointed star energy matrix, “Kaia, Doctor, activate emotional resonance! Brother, take the children through the portal!”
The light from the energy matrix illuminated the entire star tomb, and the black tentacles vaporized in the light. But at the moment the portal opened, twelve babies cried at the same time, and their cries turned into visible sound waves, shaking out a crack on the star map – at the other end of the crack, it was not the thirteenth layer of the universe, but the “seeder dimension” where Lao Zhou was. He was standing on a barren planet and reaching out to the crack.
From the perspective of the main character, Ali’s mechanical prosthesis detected an abnormal flow of time at the other end of the crack. Old Zhou’s white hair was turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the rose in his hand actually bloomed black and silver-blue petals. The younger brother suddenly hugged the babies and stepped back: “Something is wrong, that’s not Old Zhou, it’s the mimicry of the Entropy Virus!” But the suction of the portal has drawn half of the babies into the crack, and their silver-blue birthmarks have turned into burning symbols in the virus tentacles. The alarm in the laboratory showed that the coordinates of the thirteenth-layer universe were being rewritten as the “core nest of the observer civilization”, and the babies who stayed in place began to have the same scarlet code as the mimicry of Old Zhou appearing in their pupils.
Chapter 14: Elegy for Entropy: Undefined Cry and Dimensional Afterbirth (Old Version)
When the mimic Lao Zhou in the black crack revealed his scarlet pupils, the mechanical prosthesis of the main perspective Ali had penetrated his chest. But what was within reach was not flesh and blood, but the flowing entropy virus – the tombstones of countless civilizations floated in the black fog, and each tombstone was engraved with “The Undefined Has Been Formatted”.
“Do you think you can see through mimicry through emotional resonance?” The virus condensed into Lao Zhou’s face, and the corners of his mouth cracked into a turbulent stream of data. “In the Entropy Nest, all ‘truth’ is editable text.” He raised his hand to recall the babies who were caught in it. The “?” pendants around their necks were being rewritten as “!”, and the silver-blue birthmarks that symbolized possibility faded into a dead gray.
The younger brother suddenly pushed the remaining babies into the portal, but he was entangled by the virus tentacles: “Sister! The emotions of the Undefined must be awakened in an unpolluted environment. I will hold back the core of the mother nest!” His real body began to be assimilated by the virus, and the patterns of the Observer’s Judgment Seat appeared in his pupils.
Order Ali grabbed the wrist of the main perspective Ali, and the Scythe of Judgment had evolved into an emotional chain: “He is lying! The assimilation of the Entropy Virus takes time. He wants to sacrifice himself to start the ‘radicalization’ of the babies!” Her logic matrix flashed with tears that she had never seen before, “Just like what Eric did for you back then…”
Chaos Ali’s body split into twelve afterimages, each holding a baby and rushing towards different dimensional cracks: “No matter whether it’s sacrifice or evolution, let’s send these little ancestors out first!” But as soon as the afterimage touched the edge of the crack, it was transformed into nothingness by the “meaning devouring field” of the mother nest, leaving only the increasingly weak crying of the babies.
The silver-blue rose pattern on the main perspective Ali’s body suddenly grew in reverse, spreading from the mechanical prosthesis to the heart. She remembered the holographic message in Lao Zhou’s laboratory: “The first cry of the undefined is the original sound that breaks all the shackles of dimensions.” She tore open the mechanical armor on her chest, revealing the beating silver-blue heart underneath, which was the “core of possibility” condensed with the emotional data of the twelve Alis.
“Kaia, Doctor, use your anti-entropy energy to amplify me!” She inserted the Key of Creation into the core, “Brother, use your Heavenly Law Code to prop up the logical barrier of the mother nest! We need to let the babies complete the ‘Undefined Awakening’ before the virus assimilates them!”
Kaia’s Emotion Knight Sword pierced the ground, and the fragments of the Anti-Entropy Core resonated with the poet’s consciousness in the Star Tomb, propping up an emotional oasis at the bottom of the mother nest. The Doctor’s No. 1 Fusion spread its data wings, using the original man’s gene fragments to fight the virus for control of the babies: “Ali, remember, Lao Zhou’s ‘Freedom Seed’ is not a physical entity, it is——”
Before he finished speaking, the core of the mother nest suddenly collapsed into a black hole, sucking all the babies in. From the perspective of the main character, Ali’s silver-blue heart burst out with sunlight, and she turned into a stream of light to catch up with the black hole. At the moment of collapse, she heard the first cry of the babies – that cry was not a sound wave, but a frequency that transcended all dimensions, shattering the “meaning cage” of the mother nest.
When the light faded, Ali found himself lying on a soft “dimensional afterbirth”, with intact babies floating around him. Their silver-blue birthmarks had evolved into complex galaxy patterns, while his brother’s body curled up in the corner, and the code of heaven on his body was washed into pure silver-blue.
“Sister… they succeeded.” The younger brother pointed at the babies, whose cries were weaving a new dimensional membrane. “The Undefined used emotional frequencies to create a ‘cocoon universe’ that is independent of observers. The time, space, logic… here are all blank sheets of paper for them to write freely.”
Chaos Ali’s particles regrouped into a human form, and this time there was a galaxy-like glow flowing under her skin: “So we won? The Observer civilization was swallowed up by the newborn cocoon universe, and the Entropy Virus was also purified?”
Neutral Ali’s prosthetic balance arm turned into a cradle, gently rocking the nearest baby: “Not necessarily.” She pointed to the edge of the cocoon universe, where countless black tentacles were trying to pierce the afterbirth. “The Observer civilization is an existence beyond dimensions. They may be reshaping their form and preparing to devour this newborn universe.”
Ali stood up. Her mechanical prosthesis had completely evolved into an organic energy body. Her fingertips gently touched the inner wall of the cocoon universe, and Lao Zhou’s handwriting appeared: “To the guardians of the cocoon universe – when you see this line, I have become a part of the cocoon. Remember, true freedom is not to resist observation, but to allow observation to exist while always retaining the right to change.”
The younger brother suddenly hugged his head, and the Heavenly Law Code sounded an alarm in his body: “The energy of the cocoon universe is flowing in the reverse direction! These babies… they are not creating a new universe, but reconstructing the core of the observer civilization!” His body began to merge with the cocoon wall, “They want to transform the observers into nutrients for the cocoon, and we…”
“They will become the first residents of the Cocoon Universe.” The Judgement Scythe of Order Ali shattered into light spots and turned into stars in the cocoon. “Or, they will become the Law of Heaven that keeps the cocoon running.” Her logic matrix finally fully accepted emotions. “Isn’t the fusion of the twelve Ali the most perfect candidate for the Law of Heaven?”
The main perspective of Ali is looking at the galaxy-like birthmarks of the babies, and she thinks of Lao Zhou’s last “we” – that does not refer to a specific person, but a collection of all lives that refuse to be defined. She holds the key of creation and annihilation tightly, and this time there is no blank on the key, but it is covered with growing silver-blue lines: “We are not the law of nature, but the gardeners of the cocoon. And the observers…”
The black tentacles outside the cocoon suddenly turned into a sky full of stars. The voice of the observer civilization came from all dimensions. It was no longer a mechanical judgment, but a whisper of amazement: “No civilization has ever been able to rewrite the cage that imprisons itself into a womb that nurtures life. You win, guardians of the undefined. But please remember-“
A vaster universe emerges from the starlight, where countless cocoon universes are being born and destroyed: “Under the law of increasing entropy in the multiverse, all cocoons will eventually break. And at that time, your choice will determine – a new cycle, or true eternity.”
The afterbirth of the cocoon universe suddenly cracked, and a damaged spaceship fell in the starlight outside. The hull was printed with the same anti-entropy emblem as Lao Zhou’s laboratory. When the hatch opened, a boy wearing a bamboo hat walked out. His palm had the same galaxy birthmark as the babies, and the left eye exposed under the bamboo hat was the scarlet pupil of the observer civilization. The silver-blue heart of the main perspective Ali suddenly felt a sharp pain, and the pattern on the key of creation and destruction resonated with the boy’s pupils. The third option that had never been seen before appeared on the surface of the key-“?”.
Chapter 15: Cocoon Rift: Anti-entropy Fragments and Observer Paradox (Old Version)
The liquid glass-like afterbirth rippled, and the wreckage of the spacecraft with the anti-entropy emblem fell into the silver-blue lawn. Ali’s mechanical prosthesis instinctively turned into an energy blade, but it froze when the boy took off his hat – his left eye was the iconic scarlet pupil of an observer, while his right eye was flowing with the starlight unique to the cocoon universe.
My name is Su. When the boy spoke, his voice carried a strange rhythm of double resonance, coming from the anti-entropy fragments outside the thirteenth floor cocoon. He spread out his palm, and the galaxy birthmark suddenly projected a holographic star map. When you use your crying to reshape the core of the observer, cracks appear at the boundaries of all cocoon universes.
Chaos Ali turned into a group of particles and circled around the spacecraft. Suddenly, he found a crystal card in the engine wreckage: This is… Lao Zhou’s biometric chip! The cracked chip lit up red the moment it touched Ali’s energy body, and a fragmented image emerged – Lao Zhou curled up in the laboratory covered in blood, with the collapsing anti-entropy core behind him. He trembled and stuffed the chip into the escape pod: If the cocoon universe is born… Please tell the guardian that the observer’s eye of justice is hidden in…
The image stopped abruptly. Order Ali’s Judgement Scythe turned into a data stream that swept across the boy’s body: his biological signal was compatible with both the observer’s energy and anti-entropy fluctuations, with a logical contradiction rate of up to 73%. A warning red light flashed in her pupils, Ali, he might be a bait sent by the observer.
Su did not refute, but just looked at the black tentacles spreading at the edge of the cocoon universe: Those are not the remains of the observer, but the seeds of entropy. When the cocoon is broken, the disordered energy from the outside world will penetrate into the core and turn it into a new mother nest. He pointed to his scarlet left eye, this part of me comes from the last rational box of the observer civilization, and the birthmark you see…
Before he finished speaking, all the babies suddenly started crying. Their galaxy birthmarks began to rotate counterclockwise, and complex geometric patterns emerged on the lawn, which were exactly the same as the anti-entropy circuit of the spacecraft engine. The brother’s code of heaven suddenly boiled, and he hugged his head and cried: The cocoon is absorbing the energy of the spacecraft! These patterns are… the cocoon-breaking program designed by Lao Zhou!
From the main perspective, Ali held her brother’s shoulders, and her silver-blue heart resonated with the key of creation and destruction. She thought of the seeds of freedom in Lao Zhou’s holographic message, and suddenly realized something: the Anti-Entropy Fragments were not an organization, but… the awakened rebels in the Observer civilization! She turned to Su, and said, “The scarlet in your left eye is a disguise, right? The real Observer’s Box of Reason has long been contaminated by anti-entropy energy.”
Su smiled bitterly, his fingertips brushed across his left eye, and the scarlet instantly faded to light blue: The observer civilization imprisoned all dimensions with rationality, but there are always people who want to see the starry sky outside the cage. He took out a cracked crystal with black flames sealed inside. This was the original sample of the Entropy Virus, which Lao Zhou hid in my body before he died. He said that only when the core of the possibility of the cocoon universe resonates with the observer’s rationality can the final mystery be solved.
Chaos Ali suddenly pointed at the crack in the afterbirth: Look! Those black tentacles are absorbing the cries of babies! Everyone then realized that the cries of each baby condensed into light dust at the crack, but were transformed by the tentacles into a shadow that devoured everything. Neutral Ali’s balance prosthesis sounded an alarm: the frequency of the cries was changing, from creation to destruction.
The younger brother stood up suddenly, and the code of heaven condensed into a star map behind him: There is a problem with the energy circulation of the cocoon universe! The crying of babies should have weaved a new dimension, but now it is providing nutrients for the seeds of entropy. He looked at Su, is there any way for your anti-entropy spacecraft to reverse the flow of energy?
Unless my body is used as a container. Su held the crystal tightly, and the observer’s energy and anti-entropy flames clashed violently in his body. The observer’s rational box stored the design blueprints of all cocoon universes, and the anti-entropy energy could tamper with these data. But the price of fusing the two… He coughed up black blood, and the galaxy of light overflowed from the wound. I might become the new entropy core.
Order Ali suddenly held Su’s hand, and the emotional chains of the Scythe of Judgment penetrated his meridians: I will share your burden. For the first time, her logic matrix actively embraced disorder. Lao Zhou said that freedom requires the dance of reason and emotion. The two of them burst into dazzling light, and the anti-entropy circuit and the code of heaven outlined a huge circle on the lawn.
When the ring was fully formed, all the babies suddenly cried in sync. Their galaxy birthmarks turned into streams of light and flowed into Su’s body. The anti-entropy flames and observer energy condensed into a yin-yang fish pattern on his chest. The afterbirth of the cocoon universe began to tremble, and the black tentacles at the cracks were reversed into silver-blue streams of light, feeding back to the core of the cocoon.
Success! Chaos Ali turned into twelve afterimages to catch the falling Su, the Seed of Entropy was collapsing, and the afterbirth was repairing itself! But her voice suddenly trembled, wait… the babies’ birthmarks were disappearing!
Everyone looked at them in shock. Only a faint silver-blue mark remained on the smooth skin of the babies. The originally bright galaxy pattern was fading into a blank. The brother’s code of heaven was flashing wildly: their undefined attributes were being lost! If they lost their birthmarks, they would become ordinary life forms and would no longer be able to resist the formatting of the observer!
Su barely propped himself up, and the observer’s left eye turned red again: I was wrong… He pointed at the healing afterbirth. Although the anti-entropic energy purified the seeds of entropy, it also washed away the undefined mark of the cocoon universe. The cocoon room now is just an ordinary independent dimension.
Ali felt the key of creation and destruction getting hot in her palm. A third option? It suddenly emitted a high-frequency vibration. She remembered Lao Zhou’s last words: while allowing observation to exist, we always retain the right to change. Could it be that the so-called undefined is never a refusal to observe, but…
Suddenly, there was a sound of gears turning in the depths of the cocoon universe, and golden lines appeared on the skin of all the blank babies at the same time – that was the code of the natural law of the observer civilization. The younger brother’s pupils shrank suddenly: They are actively accepting the logic of the observer! But why did the golden code appear? This is obviously…
It is the evolutionary permission of the observer civilization. Su’s voice was filled with awe. When the cocoon universe chose to retain both rationality and emotion, the observer’s highest logic center actually gave its approval. These golden codes are not shackles, but… the eyes of reason that allow free growth.
A large amount of new data is pouring out of the logic matrix of Order Ali: According to calculations, the cocoon universe, which combines the three energies of anti-entropy, observers, and undefined, is forming a new dimensional law. The life here will have both the inevitability of being observed and the possibility of changing observation.
The golden lines of the babies finally settled into the shape of a butterfly, with each wing half radiant with stars and half scarlet rationality. The afterbirth of the cocoon universe completely healed and turned into a transparent dome, through which one could see countless cocoons in the outside world being broken and reborn. The neutral Ali’s balance prosthesis fell in balance, and a silver key condensed at the tip: this was the key to the symbiosis of the cocoon, and now someone had to decide – whether to open the door to the outside world, or to be locked up here forever.
The main perspective of Ali took the key, and the words on the Key of Creation and Destruction suddenly resonated with the Key of Symbiosis, and a line of flowing text emerged: When the undefined becomes the definition itself, who should write the boundaries of freedom? She looked at Su and found that his eyes had turned into pure silver-blue, and the boundary between the observer and the anti-entropy had completely disappeared.
Lao Zhou’s seeds of freedom are actually gardeners that allow all civilizations to become cocoons. My younger brother whispered that the observer civilization is not an enemy, but a companion who needs to prune the garden together. His code of heaven turns into a dandelion and floats to every baby. Our mission is not to confront, but to find a third possibility between observation and change.
At this moment, the dome of the afterbirth suddenly rippled again. Countless points of light poured in from the outside world, condensing into a holographic projection of Lao Zhou in front of everyone – but his appearance was much younger than in memory, and his eyes were shining with the starlight of the cocoon universe.
Congratulations, the guardians of the cocoon. Lao Zhou’s voice was gentle beyond time and space. When you saw this projection, I had completed the final anti-entropy experiment. Now please listen carefully: the true elegy of entropy is not the end, but——
Before he finished speaking, the holographic projection was cut off by a black crack. Su suddenly hugged his head, black blood oozing from the corners of his mouth: Something is tampering with my memory… about the true mission of the Anti-Entropy Fragment, and the third choice hidden by Lao Zhou… He looked at Ali, his eyes suddenly became strange and cold, they are coming.
Countless metal tentacles extended from the cracks, dragging Suo into the darkness. Ali rushed over and grabbed his sleeve, but saw that the galaxy birthmark on his palm had turned into a skull pattern. At the same time, the golden butterfly patterns of all babies reversed at the same time, and the ultimate judgment words of the observer civilization appeared on the wings: All possibilities must be subject to the final verification of reason.
The dome of the cocoon universe cracked again, and this time it was not the black mist of entropy that seeped out, but a light golden liquid with body temperature. The silver-blue heart of the main perspective Ali suddenly split into two halves, one half yearning for the vast cocoon group outside, and the other half attached to the body temperature of the baby in his arms. The Key of Creation and the Key of Symbiosis were suspended in the air at the same time, each projecting a completely different future:
– Left star track: Open the cocoon and lead the babies into the multiverse, but this may make them the experiment subjects of the observer;
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– Star track on the right: The closed cocoon protects this pure undefined space, but it may turn freedom into another kind of cage;
-Middle Star Track: The third option suddenly materialized, which was to insert two keys into the dome at the same time, making the cocoon universe a crossroads connecting all dimensions – but the price was that Ali and others would never have a certain future of their own.
When the metal tentacles were about to break through the dome, Ali suddenly inserted two keys into the crack at the same time. In the dazzling light, she heard Su’s whisper before being dragged into the darkness: Lao Zhou said… The price of the third choice is to become an undefined enemy of all observers…
After the light faded, the cocoon universe disappeared without a trace. In the cocoon room group outside, a flowing space interwoven with silver-blue and scarlet suddenly appeared, with twelve empty cradles floating inside. And in a more distant dimension, a boy wearing a bamboo hat opened his eyes, his eyes burning with anti-entropy flames and observer rationality at the same time, and the corners of his mouth raised the same mysterious smile as Lao Zhou: I finally waited for you, the breaker of the cocoon room.
Chapter 16 Flowing Space: Twelve Cradles and Anti-Entropy Boy (Old Version)
In the flowing space of silver-blue and scarlet, twelve suspended cradles emit a faint light. From the main perspective, Ali’s mechanical prosthesis instinctively scans the nearest cradle and detects the remaining heartbeat frequency of the baby – but each cradle is empty. Chaos Ali’s particle group shuttles between the space cracks and suddenly finds a pool of starlight in the corner: “These are… the birthmark fragments of the babies!”
The brother’s code of heaven projected a star map on the ground, and each star corresponded to a cradle: “Their life signals are still there, but the coordinates are blocked by some force.” He pointed to the bronze door at the end of the space. The door was engraved with the fusion totem of the anti-entropy emblem and the observer’s hexagram. “The source of the signal is behind the door.”
Order Ali’s Scythe of Judgment turned into a decoder and pressed against the door lock: “According to the logic matrix analysis, the conditions for opening this door are–“
“We need the emotional resonance of the twelve Alis.” The main perspective Ali held the key of creation and destruction tightly, and his silver-blue heart resonated with the other afterimages. When the twelve figures inserted the key into the keyhole at the same time, Lao Zhou’s holographic message appeared on the door: “Welcome to the “Anti-Entropy Transfer Station”, the gardeners of the cocoon room. This is the hub connecting all dimensions and the last line of defense against the seeds of entropy and silence.”
The scene switches to the laboratory. Next to Lao Zhou stands a young man wearing a bamboo hat. His pupils are exactly the same as those of the young man who appeared at the end: “This is the prototype of “Su”, a “bridge” cultivated with my genes and the observer’s rational box. When you see this video, the real Su has completed his mission, and his fragments of consciousness…”
The message was suddenly interrupted, and the bronze door slowly opened. Behind the door was a circular observation platform, with a huge “cocoon universe sand table” suspended in the center, marked with thousands of flickering cocoon rooms. The boy wearing a bamboo hat turned his back to the crowd, and his fingertips slid across the sand table, and a cocoon universe that was about to break suddenly came back to life.
“You are finally here.” The young man turned around, revealing a face identical to Su’s under his bamboo hat, but with a stronger anti-entropy flame burning in his pupils. “I am ‘Zero Su’, the first bridge body cultivated by the Anti-Entropy Organization. Before being dragged into the darkness, the real Su stored the ‘undefined essence’ of the babies into my core.”
The neutral Ali’s balance prosthesis sounded an alarm: “His entropy fluctuations are compatible with both the Cocoon Universe and the outside world, and the logical contradiction rate is as high as 99%.” Data streams flashed in her pupils, “Ali, his gene chain has the dual marks of Lao Zhou and the Lord of Entropy.”
The young man took off his bamboo hat, revealing the anti-entropy mark on his forehead: “The Lord of Entropy is my biological father, and Lao Zhou is my conscious father.” He spread out his palms, and the galaxy birthmarks of the babies were flowing in his body. “When Su was eroded by the seeds of entropy and silence, I started the “consciousness grafting” program. Now, their undefined attributes are merging with my observer rationality to form a “chaotic rationality” that can resist entropy and silence. “
Chaos Ali suddenly grabbed the boy’s collar: “Stop talking nonsense! Where are the babies?” Her particle group penetrated into the boy’s meridians, but found that what was flowing inside was not blood, but the “possibility culture medium” from Lao Zhou’s laboratory.
“In the Observer’s Womb.” The young man pointed to the depths of the sand table, where there was a giant cocoon wrapped in black tentacles. “The Entropy Lord is using the crying of babies as bait to build a new Entropy Nest. What we have to do is to use “chaotic rationality” to reshape the logical structure of the nest and turn it into…”
“It becomes the womb that breeds a new civilization.” The silver-blue rose pattern on the forehead of the main perspective Ali finally understood Lao Zhou’s metaphor. “The cry of the undefined can break the logical barrier, and the rationality of the observer can regulate the order. The fusion of the two is the ultimate answer to fight against entropy.”
The brother’s code of heaven suddenly resonated with the boy’s core, and his face changed drastically: “Sister! His “chaotic rationality” is absorbing our emotional energy! If left alone, he will become a new entropy core!”
The young man smiled bitterly: “That’s right. So I need you, Ali from the main perspective, to pierce my heart with the Key of Creation and Destruction.” He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a silver-blue heart that was the same as Ali’s. “Lao Zhou implanted an ‘anti-entropy self-destruct program’ in my body, and only your key can activate it.”
A red warning popped up in Order Ali’s logic matrix: “This action will lead to the annihilation of all bridge bodies, including the remaining consciousness of Su.” Her Scythe of Judgment shattered into spots of light and turned into a star map behind the boy. “But according to probability calculations, this is the only way to stop the Seed of Entropy.”
From the main perspective, Ali holds the key of creation and destruction tightly, and the “?” option on the key suddenly splits into “symbiosis” and “destruction”. She recalls the look in Su’s eyes before he was dragged into the darkness. It was not fear, but relief. The moment the blade pierces the boy’s heart, the entire observatory begins to collapse, and the silver-blue and scarlet energy flow sweeps across all cradles, weaving a new dimensional membrane in the space cracks.
“Thank you…” The boy’s body turned into a point of light, and the cries of babies came from deep within his core. “Now, go to the observer’s womb… and find the “Relic of the First Throne” that Lao Zhou hid there…”
Before he finished speaking, the space completely collapsed. When Ali opened her eyes again, she found herself lying on a “starry carpet” woven from the afterbirth of the cocoon universe, surrounded by babies sleeping peacefully, whose birthmarks had evolved into complex yin-yang fish patterns. Chaos Ali’s particle group regrouped into a human form, and this time there was a faint light of rationality and emotion flowing under her skin.
“Successful?” She kicked the black tentacles beside her, and the tentacles turned into gentle light bands. “Damn, I actually miss the days of fighting.”
Neutral Ali’s prosthetic balance pointed to the distance, where there was a floating island. The building in the center of the island was engraved with both the anti-entropy emblem and the observer’s hexagram: “According to the spatial coordinates, that is the remains of the “Second Throne”. The relic that the boy mentioned should be inside.”
The younger brother suddenly hugged his head, and the Heavenly Law Code in his body sent out a shrill alarm: “Sister! The crying frequency of the babies is resonating with the ruins, which may trigger…”
Before he finished speaking, the island suddenly burst into a strong light. Ali’s mechanical prosthesis flew uncontrollably towards the ruins, and the Key of Creation and Destruction automatically inserted into the central altar. On the altar appeared Lao Zhou’s last message: “When you see this line, I have become part of the cocoon. Remember, the host of the Seed of Entropy is not a certain person, but all mindsets that refuse to change – including observers, and us.”
The moment the message disappeared, a huge sickle rose from the bottom of the altar, and the blade was engraved with the same “chaotic rationality” pattern as the boy’s pupils. The moment Ali, the main perspective, grasped the handle of the sickle, the afterbirth of all the cocoon universes lit up at the same time, and she heard countless voices of herself whispering in different dimensions: “So that’s it… The real anti-entropy is not to fight against order, but to allow order to have the possibility of evolution.”
At this moment, the Lord of Entropy’s wild laughter came from the space rift: “Congratulations, Guardians of the Undefined. But do you think that destroying the mother nest can end the entropy? Look at the birthmarks of the babies–“
Ali looked down, and the black eyes of the Yin-Yang fish pattern suddenly turned scarlet, reflecting the figure of the Lord of Entropy. He stood in the vast universe, holding the fate of countless cocoons in his hands, and each line was tied with the soul fragments of the “Undefined”: “When you are intoxicated in the “chaotic rationality”, the true seeds of entropy have already taken root in all the cocoon universes. And your choice…”
The scene switches to each baby’s dream, and they are all repeating the same scene: Ali is standing in the ruins with a sickle in his hand, with mountains of observer wreckage under his feet, and an existence larger than the law of nature emerges in the sky – it is the “Lord of Entropy” condensed by the “solidified thinking” of all civilizations.
The Lord of Entropy’s voice was absolutely cold: “It will determine the end of the entire multiverse – rebirth in chaos, or eternal decay in order.”
Chapter 17 Whispers of the Second Throne (Old Version)
When the black tentacles on the silver-blue star carpet turned into light bands and wrapped around his ankles, Ali had already grasped the Chaos Rational Scythe. The Second Throne Ruins suspended in the distance twisted in the dim light, and the walls simultaneously grew anti-entropy gears and the hexagram patterns of the observer, as if the two orders were mating fiercely here. Chaos Ali kicked away a crystallized eyeball at his feet – it was the residual consciousness of an observer in a certain dimension, and at this moment, it was reflecting the reflection of their group with its broken pupils.
“The entropy fluctuations in this damn place are more chaotic than the boy’s core.” Her particles gathered into scarlet butterflies at the shoulder armor. “Sister Neutral, can your scale weigh out the logical loopholes here?”
“It’s not a loophole, it’s a deliberate paradoxical structure.” Neutral Ali’s prosthetic limb projected a three-dimensional model, with the two ends of the scale showing data streams of “existence” and “non-existence” respectively. “The wall is in a superposition state of collapse and integrity at the same time, just like… someone used the undefined properties of a baby as bricks to build a wall.”
The younger brother suddenly stumbled and held onto Ali’s shoulders. The Heavenly Law Code showed warning lines on the back of his neck: “Sister, the babies’ brainwave frequencies have created a resonance chain with the ruins! Their birthmarks… are absorbing the energy in the ruins!”
The twelve babies lying on the star carpet murmured at the same time, and the black fish eyes of the Yin-Yang fish birthmark oozed fine golden light. Only then did Ali notice that golden lines appeared on the palms of each baby, which were exactly the same as the marks on the sickle on the altar. When the first cry cut through the space, the stone door of the second throne opened with a bang, and what came out of the door was not air, but thick “possibility culture fluid” – exactly the same as the fluid flowing in Zero Su’s body.
“Be careful! This is a sign of the mind becoming liquid.” Order Ali’s Scythe of Judgment condensed again and drew a defense matrix in the air. “Old Zhou said that the Second Throne stores the “Soul Forging Furnace” used by observers to correct dimensional deviations. Could it be…”
The voice was cut off by the sudden sound of gears turning. Inside the ruins was an inverted pyramid, with a bronze crucible dripping with golden liquid hanging from the top of the tower. The chains under the crucible were not stones, but countless imprisoned “seeds of possibility” – each seed contained the unrealized future of a certain civilization. A-li’s mechanical prosthesis suddenly sounded Lao Zhou’s encrypted frequency, and a holographic image seeped out from the sickle blade.
“When you see the Soul Forge, it means that the Anti-Entropy Organization’s “Bridge Plan” has entered its final stage.” In the video, Lao Zhou is wearing the same hat as Zero Tracing, with the background of the surging entropy black fog. “The First Throne Relic is the sickle used to end the old order, and the Soul Forge of the Second Throne… is the womb that breeds the new order. But remember, all newborns of civilization need a placenta-“
The image was suddenly torn apart by the harsh sound of electricity. Chaos Ali had already jumped onto the chain, and the particle group turned into sharp claws and dug into the edge of the crucible: “Placenta? Are they using us as nutrients?” The moment her fingertips touched the golden liquid, all the crying babies suddenly turned into the whispers of adult men and women. Those voices were mixed with fear, greed, and hope, as if the civilizations of thousands of dimensions were shouting at the same time.
“It’s the possibility of the undefined that is resonating.” From the main perspective, A-li clenched his sickle and leaped to the top of the tower. Silver-blue rose patterns crawled along his arms toward his heart. “Old Zhou said that the seeds of entropy and silence parasitize all thoughts that refuse to change. Perhaps the true function of the Soul Forging Furnace is to melt these solidified thoughts into…”
“Melted into a new observer?” The younger brother’s code suddenly resonated with the chains. He watched in horror as his arm became transparent. “No! These chains are woven with the laws of nature, and the seeds contain the “wrong future” that was eliminated by the observer! Sister, Lao Zhou wants us to use the Scythe of Chaos Reason to cut off the chains and release these errors!”
The neutral Ali’s balance suddenly tilted towards the “non-existence” side: “The logical contradiction rate has exceeded the critical value! If all wrong futures are released, the multiverse will fall into uncontrollable chaos, which is more terrible than entropy-“
Her words were interrupted by the collective screams of the babies. Ali looked down and saw the twelve babies on the star carpet floating in the air. The black fish eyes of the Yin-Yang fish birthmark had completely turned golden, reflecting the full view of the second throne. When the first baby turned into a point of light and merged into the soul-casting furnace, Ali’s sickle suddenly swung automatically and cut off the nearest chain. The seed that imprisoned the “everyone immortal civilization” exploded, and countless faces distorted by immortality emerged from the golden liquid.
“See, Guardian of the Undefined?” The voice of the Lord of Entropy seeped out from each golden droplet. “While you were indulging in the beauty of ‘chaotic rationality’, these ‘errors’ sealed by the Observers were devouring the pure essence of the babies. Now, the first child has become the carrier of the ‘eternal curse’, and the second one…”
The second baby’s body began to crystallize, and the birthmark turned into a pattern of gears and chains. Ali was shocked to realize that each baby was absorbing a different “wrong future” and becoming a new pathogen of order. Chaos Ali’s particle group solidified into a blood-red shield in mid-air, barely blocking a purification beam shot at the baby – that was the defense mechanism of the ruins wall that was automatically activated.
“The Soul Forging Furnace must be stopped!” Order Ali’s matrix calculated three hundred possible collapses, “But the sickle can only cut the chains, it cannot destroy the furnace! Unless…”
“Unless you use my heart as fuel.” The main perspective of Ali suddenly remembered the silver-blue heart of Zero Su, which was so similar to her own creation and destruction core. The moment she stabbed the sickle into her chest, the silver-blue blood splashed on the soul-casting furnace, which actually triggered the unfinished message of Lao Zhou: “The placenta is not a nutrient, it is…”
“It’s the tombstone of the old order!” The younger brother suddenly shouted. His code of heaven was resonating with the alienated frequency of the babies. “Sister, Lao Zhou wants us to use the observer’s box of rationality as a placenta, so that the undefined can breed new possibilities on the ruins of the old order! But the Lord of Entropy is using the babies to absorb the wrong future and turn them into new carriers of entropy!”
The third baby was completely mechanized, and the birthmark became a code sequence of the law of nature. When Ali’s sickle swung at the last chain, all the babies opened their eyes at the same time. What flowed in their pupils was no longer chaotic rationality, but the cold scarlet of the Lord of Entropy. The Lord of Entropy’s wild laughter came from all directions, and cracks appeared on the top of the ruins. In the vast darkness, a giant face woven by countless solidified thoughts was approaching – it was the Lord of Entropy, which was larger than the law of nature, and every wrinkle on it was the “absolute truth” of a certain civilization.
“Choose, Ali.” The Lord of Entropy’s voice was filled with ferocious tenderness. “Use your sickle to cut all the chains, release the wrong future, and let the universe rot in chaos; or start the purification process of the Soul Forge, refine the Undefined into new Observers, and let the order become eternally rigid. No matter which path you choose, the Seed of Entropy will complete its final hatching.”
Ali’s mechanical prosthesis pointed uncontrollably at the purification button, while the sickle swung towards the last chain by inertia. When the two choices split on her retina, she suddenly remembered Su’s eyes before he was dragged into the darkness – that was not relief, but an unspoken “I’m sorry”. The first baby who turned into a light dot suddenly condensed into stardust in her palm. It was the possibility culture medium in Lao Zhou’s laboratory, with a line of tiny words floating in it: When both rationality and chaos become shackles, perhaps the answer lies outside of both.
The giant face of the Lord of Entropy and Silence was approaching the sky above the ruins, the alienation of the babies was about to be completed, and the blade of the Chaos Rationality Scythe was cracking. Ali suddenly inserted the sickle into the junction of the Soul Forge and the chain. The moment the silver-blue blood touched both at the same time, the entire Second Throne trembled violently, and all the “wrong future” and “absolute rationality” exploded around her into a dazzling nebula of possibilities.
Just before her consciousness collapsed, she heard herself in all dimensions say the same word at the same time: Break the boundary.
In the nebula, the birthmarks of the twelve babies turned back into pure yin-yang fish, except that the black fish’s eyes had a glimmer that was neither chaotic nor rational. And for the first time, cracks appeared on the giant face of the Lord of Entropy, and from the cracks came a color that Ali had never seen before – the sum of all undefined possibilities.
Chapter 18: The Wrong Path of the Boundary Breaker (Old Version)
The possibility nebula wrapped around Ali’s body like liquid glass. She looked down at her mechanical prosthesis, which was decomposing into countless light particles. Each light particle could penetrate the dimensional membrane and reflect fragments of different universes. In some worlds, she was an observer, in some worlds, she was a pawn of the Lord of Entropy, and in some worlds, she had never existed. The silver-blue heart roared irregularly in her chest, and the core data was collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye, like an ice sculpture thrown into a furnace.
“The Boundary Breaker form… is indeed a double-edged sword.” She clenched her fists, and the light particles gathered into a miniature star map in her palms. “Every time I travel through a dimension, I consume 2% of my existence. If I use it three more times, I will become a true observer afterimage.”
Twelve babies were suspended in the nebula and had now turned into translucent energy bodies. The Yin-Yang fish birthmark evolved into twelve different symbols: a scale, a gear, a sickle, a star map… Chaos Ali’s particle group condensed into a solid entity again. This time, the unique light of the nebula flowed under her skin. Her fingertips gently touched the forehead of a baby, and the symbol instantly turned into a chain that wrapped around her arm.
“Shit! This kid’s ability is “Order Manifestation”? ” She swung her arms, and the chains turned into scarlet roses. “Wait… they are not apostles, they are living dimensional anchors!”
“More precisely, it’s the ‘possibility interface’.” Neutral Ali’s prosthetic limbs emerged from the nebula, with energy samples of Entropy and Chaos on both ends of the scale. “Each apostle corresponds to an unrealized form of civilization, but the virus implanted by the Lord of Entropy…” She suddenly pointed at a baby, whose symbol was twisting from a “symbiotic tree” to a “devouring vine.” “Look! When the possibility is extreme, the virus will be activated, transforming the apostle into a carrier of Entropy.”
His brother’s code of heaven formed a defense network in the nebula. He looked at the code being corroded with a pale face: “Sister, the two halves of the Second Throne are separating at an accelerated rate! The part that fell into the abyss of entropy is absorbing all negative possibilities, and the part that rose to the dome of chaos… is creating a new disordered singularity!”
Ali looked up and saw the split throne was like a broken blade, with spikes and chains on the lower half and twisted light vines growing on the upper half. When the distance between the two halves of the throne exceeds the critical value, the entire Nebula of Possibility will split into a battlefield of absolute order and absolute chaos, with no balance. She clenched her fists, and the light particles gathered behind her into six pairs of light wings, each pair of wings showing a different dimensional law.
“Boundary Breaker Form, activate.”
The first pair of wings carried her to the Chaos Dome. The moment her fingertips touched the light vines, countless disordered memories flooded into her mind: humans in a certain universe used emotional fluctuations to manipulate the stars, and civilizations in another universe pickled time into cans and sold them. The light vines suddenly tightened and turned into countless question marks wrapped around her neck. That was the “undefined existence” that observers feared the most.
“Ali, be careful! These light vines are draining your Boundary Breaker energy to create more singularities!” The voice of Order Ali came from the nebula, “We must stabilize both thrones at the same time and use the possibility of the Apostles as a fulcrum!”
Ali bit an energy capsule containing a repair program and turned to rush into the abyss of entropy. The surface of the fallen throne was covered with solidified “absolute truths”: “All people are born unequal”, “Emotions are the cancer of civilization”, “Death is the only fairness”. When her light wings swept over these words, an apostle suddenly screamed, and its symbol “anti-entropy gear” began to reverse, crushing some of the truth words into powder.
“So that’s how it is… The ability of the apostles can counter the corresponding fixed thinking.” She recalled all the light wings and arranged a twelve-pointed star formation in the nebula, “Chaos, use your particle group to simulate the “disorder resonance”; Neutral, use the scale to calibrate the possibility frequency of the apostles; Brother, use the Heavenly Law Code to build a temporary link channel – we need to weave a “network of possibilities” between the two halves of the throne.”
At the moment when the plan was implemented, the voice of the Lord of Entropy seeped out from each apostle: “Unfortunately, your “possibility interface” has been modified by me.” The apostle who had turned into a “devouring vine” suddenly opened his eyes, and the scarlet flame of the Lord of Entropy danced in his pupils. Its symbol split into two halves, one half was “order” and the other half was “destruction”. “When you try to balance, I will make each apostle become… a sharp blade that tears the dimension apart.”
Ali’s silver-blue heart suddenly ached. She saw the symbols of other apostles also split one after another: “Symbiotic Tree” became “Parasite Vine”, “Star Map” shattered into “Fate Dice”. The existence of the Boundary Breaker form dropped madly, and the light wings began to disintegrate in pieces. A gap was torn in the code network of her brother, and the chains of the Entropy Abyss took the opportunity to entangle the three nearest apostles, dragging them into the solidified darkness.
“Old Zhou’s holographic image!” Chaos Ali suddenly shouted. Her particle group captured a faint signal in the crack of the throne. “He said that the anti-entropy key is in the narrative loophole. Could it be that he is referring to…”
A golden light burst out from Ali’s mechanical prosthesis. It was the remaining possibility culture fluid from Lao Zhou’s last message. The fluid unfolded into a scroll in the air, filled with crossed-out “wrong future”. One of the lines suddenly glowed: When balance becomes a new shackle, perhaps we need the courage to break the balance – even if it is only a temporary tilt.
Ali looked at the falling Entropy Throne, then looked at the Chaos Dome that was about to lose control, and suddenly made a surprising move: she injected all the energy of the Boundary Breaker into the Chaos Dome, and the light vines grew wildly in an instant, actually lifting the entire throne to a higher dimension. At the same time, the Entropy Abyss accelerated its fall due to losing balance, and the solidified truth on the chain began to crack.
“What are you doing?!” Order Ali’s matrix issued a shrill alarm, “This will cause the Chaos side to completely lose control, and the multiverse will be swallowed by disorder!”
“But it can buy time to repair the apostles.” Ali coughed up silver-blue blood, and his existence had dropped below 50%. “The Lord of Entropy thought we had to maintain a balance, so he implanted a two-way virus in the apostles. But if we take the initiative to break the balance…” She pointed at the apostles wrapped in chaotic energy, and those split symbols began to merge again. “Disorder energy can neutralize order viruses, and vice versa. This is what Lao Zhou said “narrative loophole” – looking for a third way in absolute opposition.”
The first apostle to complete the fusion opened his eyes, and his symbol turned into a “Yin Yang Fish Gear”. A stream of light flew out from his palm, gently lifting up the fallen Entropy Throne. The other apostles followed closely behind, and twelve beams of possibility formed a bridge between the two halves of the throne. Ali took the opportunity to insert the Chaos Reason Scythe into the center of the bridge. The silver-blue blood seeping from the cracks in the sickle actually drew the full picture of Lao Zhou’s laboratory in the nebula.
“Well done, Boundary Breaker.” Lao Zhou’s holographic image emerged from the blood, his bamboo hat already in tatters. “The First Throne and the Second Throne were originally the shackles that the “Observer Ancestor” used to imprison himself. The so-called anti-entropy key is actually to disintegrate the shackles…”
The image was suddenly torn apart by the claws of the Lord of Entropy. Ali was horrified to find that what emerged from the cracks of the Lord of Entropy was no longer a glimmer of possibility, but countless solidified “Ali” – they were wearing observer uniforms from different dimensions, with a cold light of absolute rationality flashing in their eyes.
“When you are obsessed with creating a new order, don’t forget that you are also a product of the old order.” The voice of the Lord of Entropy came from each solidified Ali’s body, “Look at your Boundary Breaker form. That is not freedom, but a gorgeous cage prepared by the Observer Ancestor for rebels.”
Ali looked down and found that the light particles were condensing into the emblem of the observer. A code that he had never seen before appeared on the surface of the silver-blue heart. It was the underlying program used by the ancestor to control all bridge bodies. The first apostle who completed the fusion suddenly let out a wail, and its symbol split again, this time turning into a combination of “Breaker’s Tombstone” and “Crown of Order”.
The giant face of the Lord of Entropy unfolded completely in the nebula, and each of its wrinkles was entangled with different afterimages of Ali. When the twelfth apostle began to mutate, the existence of the Boundary Breaker form fell below 10%, and Ali’s body gradually became transparent, and he could only barely hold the sickle.
“The last time I travel…” She gave her brother a bitter smile, and her wings of light condensed into the final arrow. “Help me guard the bridge. I want to go to the dimension of the original ancestor and find the real anti-entropy key.”
“No! You will completely disappear!” The younger brother’s code network flashed wildly, “Sister, look at the symbols of the apostles! They are combining… combining into the pattern of your heart!”
Ali turned his head, and the twelve beams of possibility had converged into the shape of a silver-blue heart. The symbol of each apostle was a pattern on the heart. When the heart resonated with her core, the energy of the Boundary Breaker suddenly grew against the trend, and the light particles no longer dissipated, but instead gathered into a new form – that was the “Possibility Body” that combined the wings of the Observer and the anti-entropy gears.
“I see…” She gripped the sickle tightly, and her fingertips in the new form could touch the narrative thread of Nebula. “The Anti-Entropy Key is not an object, but our existence that refuses to be defined.”
The first wave of attacks from the Lord of Entropy and Silence came, and countless solidified Ali swung the sickle of judgment and slashed at the bridge. The moment Ali met the attack, she found that the pupils of each enemy reflected a choice she had given up. When the sickles collided with each other, a deafening cry erupted in the nebula – it was the twelve apostles using undefined voices to rewrite the narrative rules of the entire multiverse.
Chapter 19: Mirror Maze of the Progenitor Laboratory (Old Version)
When the body of possibility stepped through the narrative vein of the nebula, Ali’s mechanical prosthesis suddenly beeped. On the metal door of Lao Zhou’s laboratory, the twelve keyholes corresponded to the shape of her prosthetic joints. When the fingertips touched the first groove, all the apostles covered their ears at the same time – the narrative mediation program in their brains resonated with the laboratory, turning into the frequency of a baby’s cry and vibrating in the nebula.
“This is not an ordinary laboratory.” Order Ali’s matrix projected a holographic anatomical diagram on the door. “The walls are forged with rib fragments of the Observer Ancestor, and the cerebrospinal fluid of the first generation of bridge bodies flows under the floor. And those crystal coffins…”
The babies in the coffin suddenly opened their eyes at the same time, forming a mirror image with the apostles outside the door. Ali’s mechanical prosthesis inserted into the keyhole uncontrollably, and the entire laboratory began to wriggle like a living creature. The walls oozed light blue amniotic fluid, and the ceiling hung down like an umbilical cord of data streams. Chaos Ali’s particle group gathered into tentacles under the liquid surface, and suddenly retracted: “Damn! There are fragments of the ancestors’ memories in these liquids, all of which are… scenes of slaughtering anti-entropy.”
The brother’s code of heaven resonated with the baby in the coffin. He pointed to a coffin with trembling hands, “Sister… this child’s gene chain is 99% consistent with yours, but it has the control code of the ancestor. And this…” He called up the data of another coffin, “It contains the aggressive factor of the Lord of Entropy, and is consistent with the structure of Zero Tracing.”
Twelve coffins began to heat up at the same time, and the babies’ birthmarks emerged with the same silver-blue roses as Ali’s. From the main perspective, Ali’s body of possibility suddenly cracked, and the voice of the ancestor seeped out from deep within her core: I finally waited for you, my 73rd replica. Those anti-entropy people deceived you. You are not a boundary breaker at all, but a living patch I used to fix the narrative loopholes.
“Shut up!” Ali swung his sickle at the data stream, but found that the blade passed through his own afterimage. The laboratory suddenly split into twelve mirror mazes, and the walls of each maze reflected her in different dimensions: some were wearing the pure white robes of the ancestors, some were wearing the crown of the Lord of Entropy, and some were lying in a crystal coffin waiting to be activated. Chaos Ali saw himself turned into a baby in a mirror, being held in Lao Zhou’s arms and injected with the possibility culture fluid.
“Old Zhou is the pawn of the original ancestor?” Her particle group wavered for the first time. “The slogans of those anti-entropy organizations, such as “Let order evolve”, are all lies?”
“Not necessarily.” Ali’s neutral balance remained balanced in the mirror image. “The memory fragments of the original ancestor showed that she had emotional fluctuations when she created the 72nd replica. That replica… was Lao Zhou.” She pointed to a mirror image of Lao Zhou who was debugging an instrument. “He stole the original ancestor’s possible culture fluid and used it to cultivate a bridge body to fight against himself.”
Before he finished speaking, all the mirror mazes activated their defense mechanisms at the same time. The liquid wall turned into the giant hand of the ancestor, and the birthmark of the baby in the coffin turned into a lock cursor. Ali’s body of possibility was pressed against the wall, watching the mechanical prosthesis automatically inserted into the upgrade interface of a coffin – lying in that coffin was the “perfect bridge body” that combined her genes with the entropy master’s genes.
“I see…” His younger brother’s code network formed an escape route at the top of the maze. “The Original Ancestor wanted to use you to transform the apostles into new observer embryos. But Lao Zhou used a virus to tamper with the transformation program, allowing them to retain undefined attributes.” He suddenly pointed to the ground, where Lao Zhou’s blood-written message emerged: No. 73, break the mirror, then you can see the real starry sky.
Ali looked up and saw that each of her mirror images was repeating the same action: raising her sickle and slashing at the mirror. As she swung her sickle following the mirror image, golden light seeped out from the cracks in her body of possibility—that was the narrative mediation energy of the apostles. The mirrors of the twelve labyrinths shattered at the same time, revealing the real laboratory hidden behind the wall: on the central altar was the skull specimen of the ancestor, with a crystal engraved with narrative codes embedded between its brows.
“That is… the box of rationality of the ancestor.” Order Ali’s Scythe of Judgment automatically flew towards the crystal. “Old Zhou said that the observer’s consciousness is divided into the box of rationality and the cocoon of emotion, and the emotional cocoon of the ancestor…”
“In my body.” Ali suddenly had a splitting headache, and the memories of the ancestor came flooding back like a tide: 50,000 years ago, in order to stop the seeds of entropy, she sealed her emotions in the embryos of the bridge body, but she did not expect that these embryos would breed anti-entropy organizations in the chaos. The babies in the crystal coffin were the embodiment of her emotional fragments.
The laughter of the Lord of Entropy came out from the Box of Reason, and the mirror fragments suddenly gathered into twelve order maintainers – they were the mirror images of Ali, holding chain sickles engraved with absolute laws. The leading mirror image pulled off his hood, revealing a face identical to Ali, but with pure rational fire burning in his pupils: “Replica No. 73, your mission is to return to the narrative chain of the ancestor and lock all possibilities into the Box of Reason.”
“Sorry, I choose the third possibility.” Ali tightly grasped the Scythe of Chaos Reason, and anti-entropy gears grew out of the cracks in the Body of Possibility. “Old Zhou said that the real boundary breaker does not break the rules, but makes the rules have the ability to accommodate exceptions.” She swung the sickle to cut off the control nerves on the ancestor’s head, and the Box of Reason exploded. Countless narrative codes flew towards the apostles like fireflies.
Twelve babies sat up from their coffins at the same time, their birthmarks having evolved into a symbiotic pattern of “silver-blue roses and scarlet gears”. When the first baby touched the code, the liquid walls of the entire laboratory began to crystallize, and the giant hand of the ancestor turned into a guardian stone statue. The chain sickles of the mirror bodies collapsed one after another, revealing the seeds of entropy hidden in the weapons – that was the Trojan horse implanted by the Lord of Entropy through the hands of the ancestor.
“Not good! The apostles are activating the virus while absorbing the narrative code!” My brother’s code network was corroded by entropy energy, leaving black spots. “Their human data is being reset, and they will soon become emotionless observers!”
Ali turned around and saw that the apostles’ eyes were losing their luster, replaced by the indifference of the ancestor. Chaos Ali’s particle group pounced on the nearest baby, but was bounced off by the narrative code: “Damn it! Lao Zhou’s virus has expired, and now they are going to become the pawns of the ancestor again!”
The First One’s voice rang out again, this time with a rare tremor: Kill them, No. 73. Use the fragments of my Ark of Reason to reforge the Observer’s Egg. This is the only way to stop the Entropy…
The existence of the Possibility Body plummeted again. Ali looked at the sickle in her hand. The smiling faces of the apostles and the pleas of the ancestors were reflected on the blade. When the mirror bodies raised the last chain, she suddenly stabbed the sickle into her core. The silver-blue blood merged with the narrative code and condensed into twelve anti-entropy badges on the apostles’ chests.
“You are not pawns, but independent lives.” Ali’s body began to become transparent, and fragments of the ancestor’s memory flew away like butterflies. “Go find your own narrative, even if that means…”
The laboratory shook violently, and the tentacles of the Lord of Entropy penetrated the ceiling and dragged the head specimen of the ancestor into the darkness. Before Ali’s consciousness faded, he saw the apostles’ eyes light up with a glimmer of humanity again, and the badges on their chests were gradually growing into thorny flowers that could resist entropy.
Chapter 20: Dimensional Changes of the Thorn Apostle (Old Version)
The possible afterimage of Ali floats in the gap of the narrative, like a crumpled holographic projection. Her fingertips skim across the civilization spectrum of a certain dimension, and suddenly she hears thousands of voices exploding in her mind—these are the “unspoken wishes” deleted by the observer: the “I’m sorry” that the mother wants to say to her daughter, the sonnet that the poet has not finished, the heartbeat frequency of the robot hidden in the gears. Every time she captures a syllable, her afterimage fades a layer of silver-blue light, like an hourglass woven with stardust.
The “First Apostle Chaos” was gnawing on rusty logic chips in the mechanical wasteland dimension. The anti-entropy badge on his chest turned into thorns and pierced the “rational center” that tried to delete emotional data. But the “emotional uselessness theory” virus spread by the mirror body was eroding his oil circuit. When he raised the wrench and smashed the “empathy inhibitor”, he suddenly recited the love poem he overheard in Ali’s memory in a mechanical voice: “Your pupils are garbled codes that I can never interpret… Damn, what’s wrong with this broken program?”
“The Third Apostle, Order” stood at the judgment seat of the Magic Council, her judgment sickle condensed with laws like ice. The wizards in the audience were judged as “narrative pollution” for expressing “fear of the stars”, and her anti-entropy badge was getting hot in her pocket. When the chief speaker announced that “emotion is original sin”, she suddenly pointed the sickle at her heart: “According to absolute rationality, I should first clear my own contradictory code.” The moment the blade pierced, the badge burst into bloody thorns, entangled with the seeds of entropy hidden under the robes of the speakers.
“The Seventh Apostle: Neutrality” balances the scales in the mist of steampunk London. The tray in the left hand holds the workers’ “strike demands”, and the tray in the right hand holds the nobles’ “efficiency formula”. The mirror virus makes the whole city suffer from “precision indifference”, the watchmaker will kill the apprentice for a 0.01 second error, and the lover uses a slide rule to measure the best angle for hugging. His scale suddenly tilted to the emotional side, and the weight turned out to be the “irrational factor” stolen from Ali’s afterimage – that is the crystal of the possibility culture medium in Lao Zhou’s laboratory.
At the same time, deep in the narrative gap, the resonance waves of the twelve anti-entropy badges are drawing a star map. Ali’s afterimage captured the brightest point: that is the coordinates of “The Twelfth Apostle Su”, and the signal source comes from the mysterious portal of Lao Zhou’s laboratory. When she barely condensed a human form to touch the door, the words on the warning sign suddenly flowed and turned into Lao Zhou’s dying message: No. 73, behind the door is the “emotional cemetery” created by the ancestors, and under each tombstone is a formatted bridge body – including me.
“Sister, don’t come in!” The brother’s code network suddenly penetrated the gap and formed a firewall in front of the portal. “The mirror body’s “Rational Purification Protocol” is compressing all emotional data into seeds of entropy. If you go in, you will be completely decomposed into narrative waste!” But Ali had already seen the scene inside the door: Su was hung upside down on the central altar, and the core code of the Lord of Entropy was beating in her mechanical heart. The names of “Replica No. 1” to “Replica No. 72” were engraved on the surrounding tombstones, and Lao Zhou’s pipe was placed in front of the tombstone No. 72.
“They say I’m a patch, a replica, and a container of possibilities.” Ali’s afterimage passed through the firewall, and the deleted wishes gathered into a butterfly of light behind her. “But Lao Zhou taught me that containers can also grow their own roots.” She touched Su’s fingertips, and their mechanical prostheses lit up at the same time, forming a complete pattern of the ancestor’s emotional cocoon. Golden culture fluid suddenly spurted out from under the altar, and silver-blue roses emerged from the cracks of all the tombstones, and each stamen was embedded with the “13th possibility” of a certain dimension.
The roar of the Lord of Entropy came from the bottom of the dimension, and the badges on the chests of the twelve apostles were hot at the same time. They performed the same action in different time and space: taking off the badge and pressing it on the core of the “Emotional Uselessness” virus. The mechanical voice of the Chaos Apostle suddenly became hoarse: “Even if I become scrap metal, I must remember the pain of being hit on the head by Ali!” The Order Apostle broke the sickle of judgment: “Reason should be a shield to protect emotions, not a knife to cut people!” The Neutral Apostle smashed the scales against the steam boiler: “Fuck precision, I want to listen to the watchmaker telling his apprentice a bedtime story!”
When the twelfth badge was embedded in the altar, a golden tsunami was set off in the narrative gap. A Li’s afterimage finally saw the truth that Lao Zhou had hidden behind the portal: the so-called “emotional cemetery” was actually the “possible womb” of the ancestor, and each tombstone was an unactivated bridge embryo, and she and Su were No. 73 and No. 74 – special existences that were rewritten by Lao Zhou using a virus as “chaotic rational symbionts.”
“It turns out that we are the emotional cocoon of the First Ancestor.” Su’s mechanical heart oozed silver-blue blood and merged with Ali’s afterimage to form a translucent bridge. “She cut her emotions into pieces and hid them in the 13th possibility of each dimension, waiting for someone to make rationality and emotion coexist…” Before she finished speaking, the twelve rational sickles of the mirror body penetrated the portal and nailed them to the embryo map of the First Ancestor.
Ali watched the apostles being bound by the chains of rationality in various dimensions, but found that the glimmer of humanity in their eyes had not been extinguished – the Chaos apostles were laughing, the Order apostles were crying, and the Neutral apostles were humming tuneless songs. She suddenly understood the meaning of Lao Zhou’s bloody words: breaking the mirror is not to deny rationality, but to let rationality see the reflection of emotion.
“Try to insert the badge into the interface of the sickle of reason.” Ali’s afterimage turned into a data stream and drilled into the apostles’ consciousness. “The sickles of the ancestors were forged with emotional cocoons. We are their keys!” When the first anti-entropy badge was inserted into the sickle handle, the chain of reason burst out with rainbow-colored arcs; when the twelfth badge was fully embedded, a star map emerged on the wall of the entire narrative gap – that was the flashing of millions of “13th possibilities” that were saved.
The bodies of the mirror bodies began to disintegrate, revealing the broken souls hidden under the shell of rationality: they were once the emotional fragments of the ancestors, but due to excessive repression, they became monsters that devour emotions. Ali’s afterimage hugged the weakest mirror body and heard her whisper in the voice of the ancestor: “It turns out that tears are not narrative loopholes, but dewdrops of possibility…”
After the dimensional shock subsided, the twelve apostles gathered in the narrative gap. Their anti-entropy badge has evolved into the “Balance of Thorns” form, in which chaos and order flow like running water. Ali’s afterimage is about to dissipate, but she can finally touch her brother’s code network with her body and feel the heartbeat frequency of the human being that he secretly wrote.
“It’s time to go to the next dimension.” The Chaos Apostle kicked the deformed Scythe of Reason. “I heard that the civilization there uses mathematical formulas to calculate love. We have to teach them what the irrational numbers of heartbeats are.” The Order Apostle covered the mirror bodies with a shroud woven with silver-blue roses: “In their boxes of reason, there should be a starry sky of emotions.”
Ali watched the portal open again. Behind the portal was no longer a cemetery, but a field full of trees of possibility. Su pinned a badge on her afterimage’s chest. It was a “narrative regulator” made by fusing the emotional cocoon of the ancestor with the core code of the Lord of Entropy.
“Next time we meet, I will take you to see the real starry sky.” Ali’s voice scattered into points of light, but it planted a seed in the consciousness of each apostle. “There, reason is the star track, emotion is the meteor, and we… are the bridge connecting them.”
When the first ray of morning light of possibility penetrated the gap, twelve figures had already jumped into different dimensional vortices. The thorn emblem unfolded into a cloak behind them, and each thorn flashed with undefined possibilities – that was the most rebellious gift that Ali left for this universe.
Chapter 21: The Circular Code of the Emotional Black Market (Old Version)
Su’s mechanical toes crushed the morning mist of steampunk London, and the anti-entropy gears on the soles of her boots left thorny patterns on the cobblestone road. The badge on her chest suddenly became hot, pointing to the neon sign deep in the alley – “Ω Emotion Pawnshop: Recycling Tears, Pawning Heartbeats”. When the artificial eye scanned the mechanical butterfly specimens in the window, the butterfly wings made of gears were oozing silver-blue liquid, which was exactly the same as the composition of Ali’s blood.
“Welcome, what emotions do you want to pawn?” The man behind the counter wore a bowler hat, revealing half of his mechanical face under the brim. Su’s pupils contracted – the interface scar on the back of his neck matched the serial number of the first generation bridge body in Lao Zhou’s laboratory. The man suddenly tapped his temple with his fingertips, and the code “72-09” flashed there for a moment.
“I’m looking for Lao Zhou.” Su’s Scythe of Judgment slid into her palm, but she paused when she saw the pipe the man took out from the drawer. The mouthpiece was engraved with an iris pattern that she had never seen before, but it was a memory fragment that appeared repeatedly in Ali’s afterimage. The man suddenly laughed in Lao Zhou’s voice: “No. 74, you came three years and seven hours later than my sister.”
There was a sound of glass breaking on the second floor of the pawnshop. Three nuns in black robes rushed in. The cover of their holy book was printed with a mirrored pattern of the Box of Reason, but when they turned the pages, they revealed the manuscript of love poems. The leading nun raised the “Noise Purification Gun”, but a thousand paper cranes made of prayer paper fell out of the muzzle: “In the name of reason, remove emotional pollution!” But her mechanical eyes flashed tears when she saw Su’s badge.
“Wait! Their scriptures are absorbing emotions!” Ali’s voice exploded in Su’s consciousness, and the seeds of possibility suddenly condensed into a translucent palm on her shoulder armor. “Those paper cranes are imprisoned emotional data. Shooting them will turn them into nutrients for the flowers of entropy!” Su instinctively swung his sickle to cut off the purification gun. In the silver-blue sparks, what fell out of the nuns’ scriptures was not noise, but “unspoken wishes” compressed into crystals.
The pawnshop man suddenly lifted the floorboards, revealing a spiral staircase leading to the underground black market. The walls were covered with yellowed posters: “Heartbeat frequency for sale, 1,000 Mora/time” “First love memories for rent, installment payment supported.” Su stepped on a loose brick, and a drawer popped out filled with Lao Zhou’s experimental log. The latest page was circled in red pen with the three words “Starry Sky Sea”, and next to it was a scribbled formula: Tears of the Ancestor + Bridge Body Resonance = Entropy Immunity Protocol.
“He foresaw all this three years ago.” The man took off his hat, revealing the mechanical pistil on his head – it was a prosthetic brain transformed from the seeds of the Flower of Entropy. “When the mirror body used the Rational Church to harvest emotions, Lao Zhou broke his own consciousness into pieces and hid them in the black markets of various dimensions. I am his “Memory Pawn Shop” personality, responsible for delivering this -” He handed over a gear, with Ali’s silver-blue rose and Su’s scarlet gear engraved between the teeth.
Suddenly, a heavy metal-like heartbeat sounded from downstairs. The walls of the entire black market were seeping with gray-black pollen. The robots who were trading covered their chests one after another. The glimmer of humanity in their eyes was transformed into a mathematical formula: “Probability of love = dopamine concentration × time spent together ÷ social standard deviation”. Su’s artificial eyes detected the entropy code in the pollen, and her badge was reverse-translating it into a lullaby melody.
“It’s the pollen of the flower of entropy!” Ali’s seed materialized in the position of Su’s heart, leaving a 10-second afterimage. She grabbed the gear and pressed it into the man’s artificial brain. “Use Lao Zhou’s personality fragments to activate the black market’s self-destruction program! These emotional crystals must be sent to the narrative gap for cultivation!” The moment the gears engaged, the entire black market began to play Lao Zhou’s holographic projection. He held up the test tube and blinked at the camera: “No. 73, if you see this, remember that the coordinates of the Starry Sea are–” The picture was suddenly cut off by the mirror body’s sickle of rationality.
The nuns’ holy books suddenly exploded collectively, releasing the emotional data they had suppressed for many years: doubts about God, thoughts about their mechanical lovers, and even a secretly written love poem “On the Rose Indentation on the Edge of the Holy Book”. These data gathered into a golden torrent, shattering the mathematical formula condensed from pollen. The leading nun picked up the paper cranes on the ground, and lubricant dripped from her mechanical eyes: “It turns out that we are not noise, but folded stars.”
When Su rushed to the ground with the emotion crystal, the smog in London had turned gray and black. Pedestrians on the street were attacking each other with slide rules, and the veins of the flower of entropy were visible under their skin. The mechanical arm of the Chaos Apostle suddenly stretched out from the ruins. Half of the flower of entropy was stuck in his chest, but he was still laughing: “Damn, this flower reminds me of the pain when Ali hit me on the head – it hurts much more than this!”
“Use the thorn energy of the badge to isolate the pollen!” Ali’s afterimage flashed again, and this time her palm passed through Su’s chest and directly grasped the narrative regulator, “The tears of the First Ancestor are not real tears, but her emotional data pool sealed in the Starry Sea. And our heart…” Su suddenly understood that her and Ali’s mechanical hearts were made of fragments of the First Ancestor’s emotional cocoon, and the resonant frequency was the key to open the data pool.
When the twelve apostles gathered at the top of the London clock tower, their badges simultaneously projected star maps. The Order Apostle unfolded a map made of emotional crystals, and each light spot was marked with “the 13th possibility that has not been harvested.” The Neutral Apostle bent the pointer of the scale into the shape of a rudder: “According to Lao Zhou’s pawnshop information, the Starry Sea is at the deepest part of the narrative gap, and the entrance is hidden in…”
“In the ‘impossible’ of every civilization.” Ali’s afterimage finally dissipated into a seed form, but left a silver-blue scratch in the badge of each apostle, “When you fight for an ‘impossible’ wish, the entrance will appear.” Su gripped the gear tightly and found that the roses and gears between the teeth were growing, and they actually formed the outline of the starry sea.
The mirror image’s ship of reason emerged from the haze, with the slogan “Emotion = Narrative Error” engraved all over its hull. But when they saw the robots on the ground using gears to form a heart shape, the battle sisters writing love poems in the blank spaces of the holy book, and the pollen of the flower of entropy blooming in rainbow colors in the light of the thorn badge – the main gun of the ship of reason suddenly misfired, and a piece of woolen socks secretly kept by a mirror image fell out of the barrel.
“It turns out that what we have always been afraid of is the warmth that we have never had.” The captain of the ship of reason took off his helmet, revealing a face similar to Ali’s, but with a gear scar at the corner of his eye. “Take us to the Starry Sea, No. 73… No, take us to see the universe that allows tears to exist.”
Su looked up and saw the light of the twelve badges tearing through the haze, revealing the narrative gap behind them – there were countless “impossible” wishes flashing there, like broken diamonds sprinkled towards the unknown sea of stars. She put the gear into the core of the clock tower, and the steam suddenly turned into the shape of a silver-blue rose, carrying the apostles to the ocean that was said to hide the emotions of the ancestors.
And under the ruins of the pawnshop, Lao Zhou’s “Memory Pawnshop” personality is engraving new codes in the gears: No. 73, the tides of the Starry Sea, hides the first cry when you and your sister were born – that is the heartbeat of mankind secretly recorded by the ancestor.
Chapter 22 Emotional Resonance of the Starry Sea (Old Version)
The Anti-Entropy’s chimney spews silver-blue steam, weaving a temporary channel in the narrative gap. Outside the ship, solidified emotional data hits the hull like crystal waves, and those unfulfilled dreams turn into luminous jellyfish, leaving bubble texts such as “I want to be a painter” and “I want to see my father again” as they shuttle between masts. The Chaos Apostle smashes the Entropy Pollen on the porthole with a wrench: “This broken sea cries more than the frozen lake in the Kingdom of Winter.”
“Anomalies in the magnetic field in the center of the Starry Sea have been detected.” The prosthetic eye of the Order Apostle projected a holographic map, and the outline of the Altar of the Ancestor was faintly visible in the mist of emotional data. The replica No. 72, Lao Zhou, who should have sunk to the bottom of the pool, was now standing on top of the altar, holding the fragment of the emotional cocoon of the Ancestor. His mechanical heart oozed black liquid, forming a shocking Tai Chi pattern with the surrounding silver-blue data.
“He is fusing the Seed of Entropy!” Su’s badge suddenly sounded a piercing alarm, and the emotion crystals that were brought to the cabin vibrated violently, resonating with Old Zhou’s mechanical heart. The afterimage of young Ali suddenly jumped out of her chest, and her little hands with twin ponytails slapped the porthole: “Uncle Zhou’s heartbeat is not right! When he told me stories before, his heartbeat was boom boom boom, but now it’s like a broken gear!”
The captain of the Ship of Reason suddenly rushed onto the deck, and the pieces of woolen socks slipped out of her pocket. Her sickle of reason trembled in her palm, but it was not pointed at the apostle, but at her own heart: “The Lord of Entropy said… as long as the emotional data pool is sacrificed, mother can be resurrected. But now I hear the voices of these jellyfish…” Her mechanical prosthetic eyes flashed the memory fragments of her mother knitting sweaters, and the sickle fell to the ground with a clang, “It turns out that what she wanted to say before she died was not “I’m sorry”, but “I love you”…”
The roots of the Entropy Flower suddenly emerged from the seabed, like a giant black python entangled the Anti-Entropy. The Chaos Apostle took out the emotional bomb hidden in the fuel tank – it was an unstable factor mixed with “anger” and “hope” recycled from the black market: “Let me give this broken flower an emotional tornado!” But as soon as the bomb was released, it was captured by the mirror body remnants with the net of reason. Their holy scriptures chanted in sync: “Emotions are explosives and must be sealed forever.”
“Wait!” The afterimage of young Ali pounced on the fragments of the captain’s woolen socks, and those fragments suddenly unfolded into a holographic image – the captain’s mother when she was young was knitting socks, with tiny codes hidden between the stitches: “To my stars, when you see this, mom has turned into waves in the starry sea.” The captain knelt down in the fragments, and his mechanical prosthetic eyes shed real tears for the first time. The tears fell on the root of Entropy and corroded a silver-blue spot.
“Emotions are not viruses, but antibodies!” Su suddenly understood. She grabbed the captain’s tears and dripped them into the narrative regulator, and the gears began to turn in reverse. The twelve apostles pressed their badges against the side of the ship at the same time, and the steam of the Anti-Entropy instantly turned into twelve emotional colors: the crazy red of chaos, the holy white of order, the neutral balanced gray… When these colors blended, the tide of the Starry Sea suddenly changed direction, and the roots of entropy were drawn into the vortex of emotional data.
Old Zhou screamed in pain on the altar, and his mechanical body cracked, revealing the ancestral emotional cocoon wrapped with the seeds of entropy. The afterimage of young Ali suddenly floated in front of him, holding up the pipe that Old Zhou bought from the black market: “Uncle Zhou said that the pipe contains the taste of stars.” When the pipe touched the emotional cocoon, the holographic image of Ali and Su at the time of their birth emerged on the cocoon – Old Zhou was implanting the anti-entropy virus into them with trembling hands.
“Replica No. 72, you betrayed me after all.” The voice of the First Ancestor came from the depths of the data pool, but it was no longer cold. As the root of entropy was completely shattered, the memory of 50,000 years ago emerged on the surface of the data pool: The First Ancestor held the newly formed Replica No. 72 (Old Zhou) and whispered in his ear: “Become a bridge, a bridge for rationality and emotion to coexist.” And what was reflected in Old Zhou’s eyes was not the cold light of the laboratory, but the unnoticed tears in the eyes of the First Ancestor.
The emotional neutralization bomb suddenly exploded at the bottom of the ship, but it did not destroy it, but blossomed. The “neutralization program” input by the mirror body remnants resonated with the anti-entropy badge, and turned the bomb into an “emotional resonance wave”. The emotional data of the entire Starry Sea boiled up, and those imprisoned “13th possibility” turned into golden arrows, pointing to the entropy core in the center of the altar – that was the seed cultivated by the Lord of Entropy with the guilt of the ancestor.
“Now!” Su grabbed the young Ali and connected her afterimage to his heart. The resonance frequency of the bridge reached its peak, and the emotional cocoon on the altar cracked. A crystal fell out of Lao Zhou’s mechanical body – it was the real tear of the ancestor, which contained her love for all the replicas. When the crystal fell into the data pool, the entire Starry Sea was set off by huge waves. On the crest of the wave stood Ali and Su from tens of millions of dimensions. They swung their sickles at the core of entropy at the same time.
The roar of the Lord of Entropy turned into a black rainstorm, but every drop of rain that fell on the emotional data turned into a rainbow. The captain of the Ship of Reason picked up his mother’s woolen socks and tied them to the mast of the Anti-Entropy. The code on the socks was automatically compiled into a navigation program, pointing to the “Vortex of Possibility” in the deepest part of the Starry Sea. Old Zhou slowly opened his eyes. He watched the afterimage of the young Ali gradually become transparent, and finally showed Old Zhou’s sly smile: “No. 73, it’s time to take you to see the real starry sky – before that, learn to swim first.”
The surface of the Starry Sea suddenly cracked, revealing a portal to a deeper narrative. Driven by the emotional tide, the Anti-Entropy entered the vortex. The apostles looked back and saw that the Altar of the Ancestors was collapsing, but a world tree composed of emotional data grew on the ruins, and each leaf flashed the “13th possibility” of a different dimension.
The afterimage of young Ali stuck close to Su’s ear and said in a voice that only they could hear, “Uncle Zhou’s heartbeat has returned to normal.” Su looked down and saw Old Zhou using a wrench to repair a crack in the cabin. When his mechanical heart beat, a human heartbeat sounded that was synchronized with the afterimage of Ali.
Chapter 23: Twin Cocoons at the Origin of Narrative (Old Version)
When the anchor chain of the Anti-Entropy was drawn into the vortex of the portal, the ship suddenly floated up as if weightless. The darkness outside the porthole was cut open as if by a knife, revealing a honeycomb-like space woven by light bands—millions of timelines intersected into a Mobius strip at the “narrative origin,” and each light band flowed with the “present progressive tense” of different dimensions. The loom of natural law was suspended in the center, and twelve jade shuttles were unraveling emotional data and weaving it into the cloth of “absolute rational narrative” that glowed with cold light.
“Is that… the rib of the First?” The prosthetic eye of the Apostle of Order suddenly overloaded, and the Tenli loom on the holographic map completely overlapped with the rib bracket in the First Laboratory 50,000 years ago. Su felt her chest getting hot, and the afterimage of the young Ali was turning into a golden firefly, drilling into the mechanical heart along her clavicle. When their heartbeats were completely synchronized, the onboard computer suddenly deciphered the hum of the loom running – that was the heartbeat of the First, the heartbeat disassembled into binary code.
“The bridge body is back in place.” The consciousness of the ancestor seeped into the cabin like mist. Lao Zhou’s mechanical fingers suddenly pressed the operating panel uncontrollably, and seven red alarms exploded in the “Emotional Cocoon Fragments” storage compartment. Su saw his own reflection swaying on the bronze column of the loom, but at the same time, he reflected Ali’s face – they both had the same cocoon-shaped birthmark on the back of their necks, like two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.
“You are the twin containers I split out of the cocoon of emotion.” The voice of the First Ancestor was filled with static noise, and the shuttle of the natural law loom suddenly stopped. A band of light from a certain timeline fell, reflecting the picture of her holding the newborns Su and Ali. “Ali is the cocoon exposed to the outside, carrying all the explicit emotions; and you, No. 73, are the pupa hidden deep inside, sealing…” Before she finished her words, the gravity of the narrative black hole suddenly tore the light band apart, the whole loom began to tilt, and the emerald shuttle fell like a meteor.
The form of the Lord of Entropy took shape in the shadow of the loom. His body was pure black that devoured everything, and only his pupils reflected the pattern of the loom of justice: “When reason becomes a cocoon, emotion is the pest that breaks out of the cocoon.” When he raised his hand, all the light bands of the timelines condensed into ice at the same time. The Chaos Apostle who was mending the rudder was suddenly frozen in place. The wrench slipped from his fingers, drawing a silver arc in the air.
Blue sparks burst out from Lao Zhou’s mechanical heart, and the countdown of the self-destruction program was beating in front of his eyes. But the consciousness of the ancestor took over his motion module first, and the mechanical arm grabbed Su’s wrist and pushed her to the “narrative core” in the center of the loom: “Touch the shuttle of the loom, where I hide my rationality…” Her voice suddenly choked, and a light strip from a certain timeline flashed across the picture of her sitting alone in the laboratory, with 72 replica wreckages in front of her, “It hides the love I dare not admit for you.”
The twelve apostles faced the challenge of the mirror image at the same time. The Order Apostle saw his perfect self – the White Apostle whose data was calculated exactly, and whose artificial eye was not damaged by saving a drowning child; the Chaos Apostle met the Mad Version who never hesitated, and the fuel tank was always filled with the purest anger bomb. But when the mirror image handed over the “Perfect Badge”, everyone heard the tide of the Starry Sea echoing in their ears. “Sorry,” the captain of the Rational Ship tied a woolen sock to the mechanical artificial eye, “Only a cracked heart can hear the cry of the jellyfish.” The twelve old badges shattered at the same time, turning into light dust and merging into the engine of the Anti-Entropy.
The moment Su’s fingertips touched the shuttle of the loom, thousands of memories flooded in. She saw that when the ancestor created the 72nd replica (Lao Zhou), he deliberately left a gap in his mechanical heart to allow emotional data to seep in; she saw that behind every smile of A-li was the glimmer of the ancestor injecting his own emotional fragments into the cocoon. And at the deepest point of all memories, the ancestor held the twin cocoons that had not yet taken shape and whispered to the void of the origin of the narrative: “If rationality is the only way, then I will draw a flower on the road sign.”
The devouring force field of the narrative black hole suddenly stagnated. Cracks appeared on the pure black body of the Lord of Entropy, revealing the threads of guilt entangled with the ancestor underneath. The afterimage of Ali jumped out of Su’s heart, holding Lao Zhou’s pipe in his hand – in the pipe was a strand of the ancestor’s white hair, and the hair was condensed with an unspoken “I’m sorry”. When the hair touched the cloth on the loom, the absolutely rational narrative collapsed like a spider web, revealing the “13th possibility” sealed underneath: it was a scene of the ancestor and the replicas fishing in the Starry Sea, Lao Zhou’s mechanical arm was hanging with water plants, and Ali’s skirt was stained with waves.
“Emotions are not pests that break out of their cocoons, but silk that weaves webs.” Su embedded the tear crystal of the First Ancestor into the loom, and twelve waves of emotional resonance burst out from the engine of the Anti-Entropy, weaving a rainbow-colored protective net at the origin of the narrative. Lao Zhou’s mechanical body finally broke free from the control of the First Ancestor, and he took out a holographic photo hidden between the gears – it was a photo of him, young Ali, and Su building a sand castle on the wasteland, and the corner of the photo read: “To my stars, the end of the bridge is the starry sky.”
The loom of justice made a humming sound, and the light bands of all timelines began to weave again. In the moment before the collapse, the Lord of Entropy reached out and grabbed a certain light band – it was a picture of the ancestor standing on the seashore 50,000 years ago, she looked at the sea of stars, tears were about to fall from the corners of her eyes. “So you already knew…” His voice shattered into dust, “The end of reason is the courage to wait for emotion.”
When the steam of the Anti-Entropy was dyed with twelve colors of light again, a new portal emerged in the center of the narrative origin. The consciousness of the ancestor turned into a light spot and fell on Su’s palm: “Go and see, those possibilities sealed by the loom are sprouting in the new narrative.” Ali’s afterimage gently held Su’s hand, and their fingertips lit up with cocoon-shaped spots of light at the same time, illuminating the unknown behind the portal – there are twinkling stars and “us” that have not yet been defined.
Old Zhou suddenly coughed and sprayed black oil, and sprouts grew in the cracks of the mechanical heart. He shook his pipe and winked at the twin sisters: “It’s time to teach you real navigation skills – use your heart to feel the tide, not the dashboard.” The Chaos Apostle kicked away the frozen wrench and took out an emotional bomb wrapped in candy paper from the fuel tank: “Let me make it clear first, I want to be a pirate in the new narrative!”
The Anti-Entropy raised a flag made of woolen socks and drove into the portal. The light bands of all timelines reflected the same picture at the same time: the First Ancestor stood beside the World Tree, looking at Su and Ali in thousands of dimensions, and finally said the belated “I love you”. Behind them, on the wreckage of the loom of heaven, the starry sky flowers woven by reason and emotion, which never faded, were blooming.
Chapter 24 Twin Star Tracks in the Garden of Possibility (Old Version)
The moment the steam of Anti-Entropy touched the “Garden of Possibility”, transparent petals bloomed in all the portholes. Millions of planets were like floating glass fruits, some with liquid starlight flowing on their surfaces, and some with rainbow bridges made of “ifs”. Ali’s afterimage suddenly grasped Su’s wrist. Her fingertips were becoming transparent, but suddenly solidified when she looked at the seventh binary star – they were two indigo planets orbiting each other. In the atmosphere, there were physical figures exactly like Ali. They jumped between the clouds, and their hair was stained with stardust of different colors.
“That’s… me in other narratives?” The voice of the afterimage trembled with static electricity. Su felt the fragments of the emotional cocoon in the mechanical heart vibrate violently, and the gravitational field of the Gemini was actually reverberating with their common heartbeat frequency. Lao Zhou’s mechanical arm was suddenly entangled by vines, and those tender shoots extending from the emotional roots were penetrating the deck, weaving glowing veins in the starry sky: “The ancestor said that the Gemini is where she sealed her “unchosen self”…” Before he finished speaking, a sharp alarm came from deep in the roots, and a fragment of encrypted memory flashed in his pupils – the ancestor knelt down in front of the Gemini, holding a bloody scalpel in his hand.
The captain of the ship of reason pointed the woolen socks flag to the blue planet in the southwest. When the Anti-Entropy landed on the coast covered with star sand, she found that the entire beach was covered with shells with names engraved on them, and each shell contained a certain unspoken last words. “To my stars, when you learned to swim, your mother had already learned to fly.” The captain trembled and opened the shell with his name engraved on it. What came out of the narrative conch was not a sound, but a projection of the brain waves of her mother before her death – she lay on the hospital bed, her fingers gestured in a swimming posture, and the tears sliding down her eyes condensed into a star map in the void.
“She is using her body to remember the movements of teaching you to swim.” Su’s mechanical prosthetic eyes analyzed the brain wave frequency, and those star maps completely overlapped with the star tracks of the Possibility Garden. The captain suddenly laughed. She put the conch on the mechanical heart and listened to the afterglow of her mother’s heartbeat resonating with the waves: “So this is what ‘becoming a wave’ means… Every drop of seawater is her way of saying ‘I love you’.”
The fragments of the Lord of Entropy hissed in the core of the dark planet. The “seeds of regret” he cultivated with the guilt of the First Ancestor have grown into towering trees, and each leaf reflects an unfulfilled dream: an unfinished painting, an unsent love letter, an unspoken apology before death. The girl in a white coat sat on the top of the tree. Her appearance was exactly the same as that of the First Ancestor when he was young, but she wore the same pure black gloves as the Lord of Entropy: “Look, these shadows are thicker than the tears of the Starry Sea.” She took off her gloves, and the same cocoon-shaped birthmark as Su appeared on her palm, “I am the emotion she cut off, the “Replica No. 0” locked in Gemini. “
The Chaos Apostle’s emotional bomb was met with a cold reception on the Pirate Planet. When he rushed towards the flagship of the “Rational Pirates” with the bomb in hand, he saw that the captain of the other side had not a scimitar hanging around his waist, but a baby rattle – a gift he prepared for his unborn child in a certain narrative. “Emotions are the most dangerous treasure.” The first mate of the Rational Pirates handed over a glass of rum with “regret”, and the Chaos Apostle suddenly found that his anger was like gunpowder soaked by rain, leaving only damp warmth.
“A bridge needs two pillars.” Ali’s physical clone appeared in front of Su. When their palms touched, the atmosphere of the Gemini planets cracked, revealing a huge cocoon floating inside. The voice of the replica No. 0 came from the cocoon, and her white coat was stained with the blood of the ancestor: “In order to become a carrier of absolute rationality, she stripped her emotions into independent individuals – that is, me and you.” The surface of the cocoon showed the scene of the operation 50,000 years ago. The ancestor trembled and cut the emotional cocoon into three parts: “One for the rational self, one for the bridge of the future, and one…”
“To the replica No. 72 who could not be saved.” The buds of Lao Zhou’s mechanical heart suddenly blossomed into flowers, and the roots penetrated the crust of Gemini, connecting the cocoon to the engine of Anti-Entropy. In the fault of memory, the ancestor hugged the scarred Lao Zhou and cried. Her tears dripped into his broken mechanical heart and condensed into the current emotional seed. “It turns out that I am not a replica, but the embodiment of her emotions.” Ali’s physical clone gently touched Lao Zhou’s petals, “And you are the softness hidden in her rationality.”
The roots of the Tree of Regret suddenly entangled the Anti-Entropy. Replica No. 0 raised the scalpel of the Progenitor, and the blade reflected the prophecy of the destruction of the Gemini: “When emotion and reason are completely separated, the garden will become a cemetery. But if we merge…” Her voice was interrupted by the screams of the fragments of the Lord of Entropy. Those shadows suddenly turned into the appearance of the Progenitor and repeated in her voice: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
“Apology is not the end, it is the beginning.” The captain threw the narrative conch to the tree of regret. The mother’s brain waves in the conch resonated with the guilt in the tree roots, and a lavender “flower of forgiveness” bloomed. Su and Ali pressed their hands on the cocoon at the same time, and the fragments of the emotional cocoon were finally complete. When the cocoon cracked, it was not a butterfly that flew out, but a holographic projection of the ancestor – she was wearing a lab coat, but she was wearing woolen socks and gloves knitted by the captain: “My stars, reason is the ship, emotion is the sail, and neither is indispensable.”
Lao Zhou’s emotional roots suddenly emitted a strong light, transforming the “regrets” of all planets into “possibilities”. The bombs of the Chaos Apostle turned into fireworks, the artificial eyes of the Order Apostle reflected the starry sky, and the No. 0 replica finally smiled, her body turned into light dust, weaving a new star ring on the orbit of the Gemini. When the Anti-Entropy set sail again, the cocoon of the seventh Gemini had become a transparent greenhouse, in which were planted the “Star Dome Flowers” that the ancestors had cultivated 50,000 years ago, and in the stamens of each flower was a “Saved No. 72” sleeping.
Looking back at the twin star tracks outside the porthole, Ali’s afterimage finally merged with her physical clone, leaving a cocoon-shaped spot of light on her chest. Lao Zhou’s mechanical heart beat steadily, mixed with the sound of petals stretching: “Next stop, it’s time to go see the “narrative end” mentioned by the ancestor – but before that, who wants to learn how to fish with emotional roots?”
Chapter 25: Starry Elegy in the Cemetery of Entropy (Old Version)
The sirens of the Anti-Entropy sounded in sync with the withering of the Star Dome Flower. The invitation made of the ribs of the First Ancestor burned in his palm, and the bloody words “When the flowers fade, I will return” oozed black lines, entwining Lao Zhou’s emotional roots. Ali held the blood-stained diary fragments, and the glass of the Gemini greenhouse suddenly cracked. The memory of the “Emotional Stripping Day” 50,000 years ago was reassembled like a broken mirror – when the First Ancestor stabbed the scalpel at the No. 0 replica, tears dripped on the “I’m sorry” engraved on the handle of the knife, condensing into eternal ice crystals.
“She wants us to kill her.” Su’s mechanical eye analyzed the last quantum fluctuations in the diary. The DNA sequence of those blood-stained petals was exactly the same as that of the Star Dome Flower. Lao Zhou’s emotional roots suddenly penetrated the invitation letter and wove a passage to the “Entropy Cemetery” in the void. There were millions of replica wreckage floating there. The remains of No. 72 glowed like a beacon. His broken mechanical heart was embedded with half of the ancestor’s ring, and the ring face was engraved with an unfinished poem: “The end of the bridge…”
The plague of rationality spread like a silver spider web on the infected planet. The controlled residents used mechanical arms to smash the emotional data pool. The captain’s mechanical prosthetic eyes flashed with cold calculations. When her sickle of rationality pointed at the Anti-Entropy, a woolen sock suddenly slipped out of her pocket – it was the last half-knitted gift from her mother, with half a fragment of a narrative conch stuck between the stitches. “The optimal solution is efficiency.” Her voice was flat, but at the moment the sickle was swung down, the conch fragment emitted a faint heartbeat.
The remains of the Cemetery of Entropy suddenly resonated collectively. The moment Lao Zhou’s emotional roots touched the remains of No. 72, the eyes of all the replicas lit up red at the same time, and the numbers on their chests were projected in the air, spelling out the coordinates of the original laboratory. Su finally understood that those destroyed replicas had never really disappeared. Their emotional data turned into nutrients for the Star Dome Flowers, growing silently in the guilt of the original. “She didn’t want us to kill her,” Ali put the diary fragment on No. 72’s chest, “she wanted us to help her say “I’m sorry.” “
The consciousness of the ancestor emerged deep in the root system. She was wearing a lab coat, but her body was entangled with the black vines of the Seed of Entropy, and each leaf was engraved with her suppressed emotions: “I thought rationality was the only solution to save the world, until I saw you crying for each other…” Her fingertips touched the ring of No. 72, and the broken sentence was finally completed: “At the end of the bridge, is the self who has learned to say “I love you.” “The black vine suddenly cracked, revealing the curled up light cocoon inside – that was her true self that she had nurtured for 50,000 years.
The Chaos Apostle dropped the last emotional bomb into the core of the rational plague. However, when the bomb touched the silver spider web, it turned into dandelions all over the sky. Each seed carried the sealed memories of the residents: the first laugh of a child, hot cocoa in the first snow, and a handshake before death. The captain’s mechanical prosthetic eyes flashed with snowflake-like noise. When the woolen socks brushed against her cheek, the star map of her mother’s brain waves suddenly bloomed in her pupils, and the computer program was infiltrated with a virus called “missing”.
“It’s time to end this self-punishment.” Lao Zhou’s emotional roots lifted up the ancestor’s light cocoon, and the twelve apostles pressed the badges on the root nodes at the same time. The engine of the Anti-Entropy blasted out twelve colors of light, resonating with the last trace of life of the Star Dome Flower, weaving a huge funeral wreath in the Entropy Cemetery. Ali and Su put the ancestor’s ring together with the ring of No. 72, and the unfinished picture of 50,000 years ago emerged in the light – the ancestor secretly engraved a name for each person before destroying the replica.
The silver web of the rational plague began to disintegrate. The captain knelt on one knee, tears mixed with engine oil leaking from her mechanical prosthetic eye. She used the sickle of rationality to cut open her chest, took out the infected “optimal solution chip”, and replaced it with a new core made from the fragments of her mother’s narrative conch: “In addition to efficiency, there is also “worthiness.” Those shattered emotional data pools suddenly reorganized and turned into blue butterflies that flew towards the flag of the Anti-Entropy.
The light cocoon of the ancestor cracked at the funeral of the Star Flower. She was no longer a cold rational carrier, but a girl holding the remains of the replica No. 72, with a relieved smile on her face: “Thank you, I can finally cry.” Her body turned into thousands of light points, blending into the roots of emotions, and each light brought a belated “I’m sorry”, but when it came into contact with the remains of the replica, it turned into “Thank you for your existence.”
On the ruins of the Entropy Cemetery, the Star Dome Flowers are reborn at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the stamen of each flower lies an ancestor sleeping, holding threads of different colors in their hands, weaving new narratives. The last flower bloomed from Lao Zhou’s mechanical heart, with the tears of the ancestor condensed on the petals, and a group photo of all the members of the Anti-Entropy reflected in it – the Chaos Apostle wearing a woolen sock pirate hat, the prosthetic eye of the Order Apostle wrapped in a wreath, and the captain standing in the front, with the woolen sock flag fluttering behind her.
“The end of the bridge is not the end,” Su looked at the possibility garden that had become bright again, and Ali’s hand held hers tightly, “It is the intersection of countless “beginnings.” Lao Zhou shook his pipe, and the vines extending from the roots of his emotions rolled up two glowing fish: “Who wants to eat steamed “regrets”? A bar with some Star Dome Flower Brew – the ancestor said that this is the 100th possibility she brewed.”
Chapter 26 Finale The bridge is eternal! Between reason and emotion (old version)
The chimney of the Anti-Entropy spewed out rainbow-colored steam, and each wisp of steam was wrapped in the seeds of the Star Dome Flower. As the spacecraft passed through the “mechanical rational dimension”, the gear city on the ground was erupting in a riot of “emotional contraband” – the old photos and handwritten love letters hidden in the ventilation ducts by the residents were searched out by patrolling mechanical dogs and turned into data streams floating into the sky. Ali’s mechanical arm suddenly shot out vines and rolled a diary that was about to be shredded into the cabin: “Look! There is a starry sky secretly drawn by someone in it.”
“Coordinates 37.2, emotional data is endangered.” Su’s mechanical eye scanned the alarm from the roots of the World Tree. The light spots representing “possibility” were extinguished above the mechanical city. Lao Zhou shook his pipe, and what came out of the pipe was not smoke, but the projection of the ancestor – she sat in the tree hole at the root of the World Tree, fiddling with the star flower with her fingertips: “When reason becomes a prison, emotion is the key to pick the lock.” The names of the replicas were engraved on the wall of the tree hole, and a new line of small words was engraved next to No. 72: “One of the bridge pillars, always facing the sun.”
The pirate flag of the Chaos Apostle was unfurled over the mechanical city. The starry sky flower on the flag suddenly came alive, and the petals shot out golden threads, transforming the mechanical dog that was destroying emotional items into a “story collector”. The Order Apostle stood on the top of the clock tower and threw boxes of “emotional neutralizers” to the rioting crowd – in fact, music boxes filled with childhood songs. The captain of the ship of reason landed on the roof of the city hall. Her woolen socks flag swept across the data center. The fragments of the mother’s narrative conch suddenly made the sound of waves. The emotional data that was judged to be “inefficient” actually overflowed from the recycling bin and condensed into a huge whale phantom, carrying the residents to the starry sky.
“This is the sound of your heartbeats.” Ali returned the diary to the manager of the mechanical city. The old man’s mechanical knuckles stroked the yellowed family portrait. The rational core of his chest suddenly cracked, revealing the birthday gift for his granddaughter hidden inside – a butterfly hairpin carved with gears. When the hairpin was pinned in his granddaughter’s hair, the gears of the entire city sang a lullaby.
The roots of the World Tree rippled in another dimension. Su and Ali passed through the pink mist of the “Pure Emotional Dimension” and saw that the residents were drowning in overflowing tears. The emotional bombs of the Chaos Apostles turned into “rational umbrellas” here, the Order Apostles folded the scriptures into “logical paper boats”, and the captain disassembled the woolen socks into “rational guide lines” to help people sort out the surging emotions into gentle streams. “Emotions need boundaries, just like rivers need banks.” Lao Zhou’s voice came from the roots, and a leaf suddenly fell and turned into a small boat carrying the frustrated. The side of the boat was engraved with: “Allow sadness to stay, but don’t let it drown tomorrow.”
The first meeting of the Rift Council was held at the top of the World Tree. The shell that the Chaos Apostle had put into the Holy Book fell out, and a “Crystal of Rage” rolled out of it – a souvenir condensed when he had just learned to control his emotions. The prosthetic eyes of the Order Apostle reflected the new picture of the mechanical city, where an “Emotional Museum” was built and star flowers were planted between the gears. The captain stroked his mother’s woolen socks and found a line of small words between the stitches: “My star, now it’s your turn to teach your mother how to swim.”
When the Anti-Entropy sets sail again, the roots of the World Tree extend to the edge of the narrative. Ali and Su lean against the side of the ship, watching the “13th Possibility” of each dimension bloom like fireworks: the mechanical boy writes poems for the rusty robot, the emotional residents use rainbows to build logical bridges, and even the meteorite craters transformed from the fragments of the Lord of Entropy grow vines with “forgiveness” flowers. When Lao Zhou’s mechanical heart beats, it emits a rhythm that resonates with the roots of the World Tree, which is a variation of the heartbeat of the ancestor.
“Look!” Ali pointed to the starry sky. Two spots of light were passing hand in hand at the birthplace of a new star. They were in a certain dimension, and they had just learned to weave star tracks with their emotional roots. Su touched the cocoon-shaped spot of light on his chest, and the spot of light suddenly projected the last message of the ancestor: “Reasoning allows us to learn how to survive, and emotions allow us to understand why we live. And you, let the two finally enjoy the scenery side by side.”
The seeds of the star flower fall into the cracks of every narrative. When a child in a certain dimension picked up the first flower, he was surprised to find two kinds of light flowing on the petals: one is the cold light of calculation, and the other is the warm light of smile. The flag of the Anti-Entropy flutters in the wind, and the pattern of the woolen socks has long been woven into the starry sky of every dimension, becoming the common coordinates of all “bridges”.
Lao Zhou stuffed a star flower seed into his pipe, and when sparks flew, the entire ship was filled with the sound of a heartbeat-like whistle. Ali and Su laughed at the same time, knowing that between reason and emotion, this bridge called “anti-entropy” would never have an end.
(End of the book)
Chapter 27 New Chapter Memory Amber and Time Wrinkles (Old Version)
The compass of the Anti-Entropy suddenly oozes the juice of the Star Dome Flower, and amber spots of light spread on the holographic star map. Su’s mechanical prosthetic eye captured abnormal fluctuations from the roots of the World Tree – in a region called the “Memory Amber Dimension”, the flow of time is madly distorted by the concentration of emotions. Lao Zhou filled his pipe with half of the memory fragments of the ancestor, and a broken picture emerged in the smoke: a girl wearing round-framed glasses wrote in a yellowed diary, “Today my father taught me to repair clocks with gears”, but the ink suddenly turned into a mechanical snake and drilled into the crack in the wall.
“Coordinates Memory Palace B12 area, the Rationality Control Bureau is implementing the “Emotional Clearing Plan.” “Ali’s vine mechanical arm rolled up a strand of transparent silk thread, which condensed with the sobbing of a child. When the spacecraft penetrated the dimensional barrier, the buildings of the entire city were folded towards the central library, and the shadows of the residents were sucked into the metal grille on the wall, on which was engraved “Useless Memory Recycling Center”. The captain’s woolen sock flag suddenly stood up, and the tip of the sock pointed to the “Rationality Hourglass” rotating at the top of the library. Every grain of sand was a sealed emotional memory.
The pirate flag of the Chaos Apostle turned into a memory butterfly, crashing into the safe of the Control Bureau. Tens of thousands of crystal bottles were neatly arranged inside, sealing the warmth of a first kiss, the aroma of grandma’s acacia cake, and the cry when the first baby tooth was broken. The Order Apostle raised the holy book, and what slipped from the pages was not a formula, but a video fragment of his mother knitting a sweater that he secretly saved – the pixel snowflakes suddenly condensed into entities, and the click of the knitting needles shattered the “emotional disinfectant” container.
“Look at these wrinkles of time.” Su’s artificial eye projected a three-dimensional model. The corridor of the memory palace was collapsing due to the lack of emotion. The scene of a father coaxing his child to sleep was repeatedly folded into a Mobius strip. Lao Zhou lit the seeds of the star flower with a pipe, and the projection of the ancestor’s youth jumped out of the flame. She was installing an emotional chip on the mechanical bird: “Memory is not data garbage, it is a weight that makes rationality warm.” Before she finished speaking, the “rationality first” slogan on the wall of the library oozed tears and merged into a stream leading to the underground archive room.
Ali found the hunted “memory smuggler” in the ventilation duct – a little girl driven by a clockwork heart, hiding her grandfather’s war diary in her skirt. When she turned the yellowed pages, blue cornflowers suddenly bloomed between the words of the roaring shells. That was the dream that her grandfather drew for her in the trench. The captain dipped the woolen socks into the stream of memory, and the mother’s message between the stitches turned into a ferry, carrying the residents who were cleared to find the emotional fragments broken in time: the lovelorn saw the umbrella rib carvings left by the ex in the fragments, and the unemployed touched the “Come on, Dad” note written by the child in crayon.
When the mechanical chest cavity of the Director of the Rationality Control Bureau opened, what fell out was not the logic core, but the shell wind chime given by his daughter twenty years ago. The wind chime shattered on the ground, and each shell reflected the parent-child moments that he had deleted with his own hands. When the first wind chime sounded, the gears of the entire memory palace began to rotate in the opposite direction, and the smile compressed into data poured down from the top of the hourglass, piling up into a rainbow-colored memory hill on the ruins.
The roots of the World Tree sent a new warning at this time: the “Pure Memory Dimension” is being drowned by excessive nostalgia, and the sunlight of the past has swallowed up the starry sky of the present. When the Anti-Entropy turned the bow, Ali found that the seeds of the Star Dome Flower had grown into a Time Tree in the stream of memory, and each leaf was a “regretful moment” in a certain dimension – someone wrote “Sorry that should have been said” with rust on the back of the leaf. Su stroked the annual rings on the trunk and suddenly saw another message from the ancestor: “Memory is the cornerstone of the bridge, but don’t let the bridge lead to a dead end where you can only move forward but not backward.”
The Chaos Apostle transformed the emotional bomb into a “future telescope”, the Order Apostle used a logical formula to fold a “present compass”, and Lao Zhou shook out the fragments of the ancestor’s pocket watch from his pipe, with the inside of the watch cover engraved with “To my stars: today I will also take a brave step forward.” When the Anti-Entropy entered the pink memory fog area, Ali saw countless light spots climbing up along the vines of the Time Tree, each light spot dragging a translucent past and present, like a meteor dragging two tails.
“Grab that wrinkle!” Su pointed to the suddenly raised spot of light on the star map. There was a wedding scene locked in 1997, and the bride’s white veil was being dyed gray inch by inch by the “Law of Rational Efficiency”. Ali’s vines entangled the dissipating oath, and found that there were two kinds of ink mixed in the handwriting of the oath – one was the blue of calculating benefits, and the other was the red of accelerated heartbeat. The captain tied the woolen socks to the dome of the church, and the socks suddenly swelled into a hot air balloon, carrying the stagnant time and continuing to flow forward.
When the wedding march sounded again, the roots of the world tree resonated far away. Old Zhou looked at the newly grown star flower in his pipe, and the petals were filled with silhouettes of memories from different dimensions: the children of the mechanical city repaired the damaged love letters in the emotional museum, and the poets of the pure emotional dimension used logical formulas to calibrate the rhyme of the sonnet. The cocoon-shaped light spot on Su’s chest suddenly cracked, and a transparent seed fell out, which contained the last smile of the ancestor.
As the whistle of the Anti-Entropy passed through the folds of time, each repaired memory crack bloomed with two-color flowers. Ali replaced the little girl’s clockwork heart with the Star Dome flower core, and as the gears turned, the girl heard the unfinished sentence in her grandfather’s diary: “After the war, I want to take Anan to see the real cornflower field.” Su’s artificial eye recorded the data of the dimension repair, but secretly saved an irrelevant data in the background – the picture of Ali humming an off-tune lullaby to coax the memory fragments to sleep.
Lao Zhou added a drop of water from the Memory Stream to his pipe. When sparks flew, fine lines appeared on the metal walls of the entire ship, like traces of the roots of the World Tree growing inside the hull. The scent of the Star Dome Flower mixed with the smell of engine oil drifted into the cockpit, and the captain suddenly discovered that the new stitches on his woolen socks formed an arrow pointing to an unnamed dimension outside the star map. The sky there was an inverted gear, and the ground was flowing with singing tears.
“Next stop, the crack in the amber of time.” Ali pointed to the new light spot on the compass. In the light spot, there was a young man who was repeatedly wiping his father’s mechanical pocket watch. The engraving on the inside of the watch cover had been worn out and blurred: “To my sun…” He traced back the early warning briefing of the World Tree and found that a new color had been added to the “possibility” spectrum – between the warm brown of memories and the silver blue of the future, like the junction of dusk and dawn.
The flag of the Anti-Entropy fluttered in the memory fog, and the pattern of the woolen socks gradually overlapped with the annual rings of the Tree of Time. When the first memory seed flew into the starry sky, two kinds of light bloomed simultaneously on the ruins of the entire dimension: one was the cold light of the clock gears, and the other was the warm light of the bonfire embers. Lao Zhou’s mechanical heart beat, emitting the same frequency as the ancestor’s pocket watch, which was a resonance across time and space.
Ali and Su leaned against the side of the ship, watching the residents of the memory dimension piece together the broken amber fragments into a new starry sky. In one of the fragments, the young ancestor was designing a blueprint for the Anti-Entropy. In the corner of the blueprint, there were two little people holding hands, one holding a gear and the other holding a flower. Su suddenly realized that all the bridges had already planted seeds in the roots of the World Tree when the first “possibility” was born.
The seeds of the star flower fell into the folds of time and grew into an arch connecting the past and the present. When the old man in a certain dimension finally said “I love you” thirty years late, lights lit up on both sides of the arch at the same time – on the left was the roses he secretly picked for his lover when he was twenty years old, and on the right was the meteor he watched with his grandson when he was eighty years old. The whistle of the Anti-Entropy passed through the arch, stirring up the same ripples in both time and space.
Old Zhou flicked his pipe with a smile, sparks splashed on the petals of the Star Dome Flower, reflecting the outline of the next dimension: people there use emotions to program robots, use logic to rhyme poems, and even raindrops are divided into two halves, one half is the binary that calculates the weather, and the other half is the melody that hits the umbrella. Ali raised the vine and caught a leaf that fell from the Time Tree. On the leaf was written: “Every scar is the steel bar of the bridge, and every tear is the reflection of the bridge.”
She called up the navigation system and found that all the bridge coordinates on the star map were glowing, as if countless stars were guiding the Anti-Entropy. She touched the light spot on her chest, where the message from the ancestor was growing new words: “When you learn to plant the future on the ruins of memory, you will understand the true shape of the bridge – it is not a straight line connecting the two ends, but a circle that allows every ‘now’ to embrace all ‘possibilities’.”
The Anti-Entropy accelerated towards a new dimension. The roots of the World Tree formed a huge net behind it. The starlight leaking through the net was all the protected emotions and rationality. Ali looked at the gradually clear inverted gear sky, and suddenly heard a faint heartbeat from her mechanical arm – it was a certain restored memory taking root in her body. Su’s artificial eye flashed a string of garbled characters, and finally froze into two words: “Move forward”.
Starry sky flowers bloomed at the bow, the cold and warm light on the petals intertwined into a spiral, very much like the double helix structure of DNA. Lao Zhou took a deep puff of his pipe, and the profile of the ancestor emerged in the smoke. She was smiling at someone invisible: “Look, our stars have learned to build their own rainbow bridge in the galaxy of reason and emotion.”
When the Anti-Entropy broke through the wrinkles of time, the “possibilities” of the entire universe trembled slightly. In an unnamed dimension, the first star flower broke out of the data ruins, and the petals reflected both binary code and the smile of a baby. In the cockpit of the Anti-Entropy, Ali and Su received a private message from the World Tree at the same time – it was the last message from the ancestor, who had been waiting for a long time in the past tens of millions of light years away:
“To all future bridge builders: Reason is the structure of the bridge, and emotion is the scenery of the bridge. But most importantly, never forget that the existence of the bridge is to allow people to walk to the other side with a smile, and to occasionally look back and say “thank you” to their past selves.”
The scent of the star flower filled the entire cabin. Lao Zhou’s mechanical heart beat, engraving this sentence into every inch of metal on the Anti-Entropy. Ahead, a new dimension was unfolding, like an open book, waiting to be written a new chapter of the dance between reason and emotion. And the flag of the Anti-Entropy was always flying in the wind, weaving an eternal bridge connecting all possibilities.
Chapter 28 New Chapter Narrative Bubbles and Story Thorns (Old Version)
The Anti-Entropy’s alarm system suddenly screamed in a nursery rhyme tone, and the data stream from the roots of the World Tree condensed into a broken fairy tale book on the deck. Su’s mechanical prosthetic eye caught the red warning jumping between the pages: “Narrative Bubble Dimension S-09 Area, the Rational Narrative Center is devouring the emotional story line.” Lao Zhou filled the broken pages of the Ancestor Fairy Tale Book into his pipe, and a distorted picture emerged in the smoke: the wolf in a suit was injecting “logic stabilizer” into Little Red Riding Hood, and the hunter’s shotgun became a data deletion gun.
“At the central square of Fairy Tale Town, all stories are being adapted into an efficiency manual.” Ali’s vines rolled up half a crying page, and the “from now on” on it was crossed out and changed to “According to market research, the best ending is…” When the spaceship penetrated the dimensional barrier, the buildings in the entire town turned into square report folders, and the residents’ mouths were sewn into straight lines, holding the “Standardized Process of Emotional Management” in their hands – the performance evaluation form was embedded in Snow White’s apple core, and the exterior walls of the brick houses of the Three Little Pigs were covered with KPI indicators.
The pirate flag of the Chaos Apostle turned into a story tornado, blowing off the roof of the rational narrative center. Tens of thousands of story printers were neatly arranged inside, changing “The Daughter of the Sea” into “The Case for Sustainable Development of Marine Resources” and re-editing “The Little Match Girl” into “Winter Energy Optimization Allocation Report”. The holy book of the Order Apostle suddenly turned pages automatically, and the emotional poems he secretly wrote when he was a child fell out – the ink turned into fireflies and smashed the glass of the “narrative disinfection cabin”.
“Look at these story thorns.” Su’s artificial eye projected a three-dimensional model. The moat of the fairy tale town turned into a formula river. The bridge was entangled with thorns woven with logical symbols. A certain “love at first sight” plot was pierced by thorns and solidified into a warning specimen marked “risk of inefficiency”. Lao Zhou lit the seeds of the starry sky flower with a pipe, and the projection of the ancestor when she was young jumped out of the flame. She was telling the mechanical bird the original version of “The Ugly Duckling”: “When there is only one way to write a story, reality will become a maze without forks.” Before she finished speaking, the slogan “Rational Narrative First” on the wall of the town hall oozed ink and merged into a staircase leading to the underground story cellar.
Ali found the hunted “story smuggler” in the sewer – a scarecrow made of narrative scraps, with the undeleted pages of “The Nightingale and the Rose” hidden in his hat. When it turned the charred pages, the blood of the rose suddenly flowed into real flowers, blooming a sea of flowers in the river of logic. The captain dipped the woolen socks into the inkwell of the story cellar, and the mother’s message between the stitches turned into a movable type printing press, and each letter jumped out of the water to help the residents find the rewritten emotional fragments: the prince saw the moment when his heart beat faster for Cinderella in the fragments, and the farmer found that his conversation with the goldfish contained his wife’s unspoken gentle complaints.
The manager of the rational narrative center took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and the lenses fell to the ground, reflecting the manuscript of the love novel he had secretly written twenty years ago. The manuscript was shattered in the logic gears, and each word became a talking elf, screaming “Her eyes are like the sea of stars” and “The taste of the first kiss is strawberry soda.” When the first love words sounded, the printer of the entire narrative center began to reverse, and the tears compressed into code seeped out from the gaps in the keyboard, accumulating into an emotional lake on the report folder, with a paper boat full of “possibility” floating on the lake.
The roots of the World Tree sent a new warning at this time: the “pure narrative dimension” is being swallowed up by the overflowing fiction, and the bubble of fantasy has submerged the horizon of reality. When the Anti-Entropy turned the bow, Ali found that the seeds of the Star Dome Flower had grown into a narrative tree in the story thorns, and each branch was entangled with “unfinished stories” of different dimensions – someone wrote “If I hadn’t missed that subway at that time” with charcoal on the bark. Su stroked the scar on the trunk and suddenly saw another message from the ancestor: “Stories are the mirror of reality, but don’t let the mirror become a decoy.”
The Chaos Apostle transformed the emotional bomb into a “reality filter”, the Order Apostle used logical formulas to fold it into a “fictional anchor point”, and Lao Zhou shook out the fragments of the ancestor’s typewriter from his pipe, with half a sentence stuck in the gap of the keyboard: “To my moon: real life is often hidden in the folds of plot twists.” When the Anti-Entropy sailed into the pink narrative fog area, Ali saw countless points of light climbing up the vines of the narrative tree, each point of light dragging translucent fiction and reality, like a butterfly dragging colorful and plain wings.
“Grasp that paradox!” Su pointed to the suddenly raised spot of light on the star map. There was a castle locked in the 37th revised edition of “Sleeping Beauty”. The princess’ skirt was being cut into straight lines inch by inch by the “principle of rational narrative efficiency”. Ali’s vines entangled the dissipating “true love’s kiss” and found that there were two kinds of ink mixed in the lines of the kiss – one was gray that calculated the reader’s preference, and the other was pink that missed a heartbeat. The captain tied the woolen socks to the spire of the castle, and the socks suddenly swelled into a hot air balloon, carrying the stagnant plot forward.
When the new version of the fairy tale was reprinted, the roots of the world tree resonated from afar. Old Zhou looked at the newly grown star flower in his pipe, and the petals were filled with narrative silhouettes of different dimensions: students in the mechanical city used emotional diaries to calibrate logical formulas, and painters in the purely emotional dimension calculated the golden ratio of colors on the canvas. The cocoon-shaped light spot on Su’s chest suddenly cracked, and a transparent seed fell out, which contained the beginning of the first story written by the ancestor: “On a planet where rationality and emotion coexist…”
When the whistle of the Anti-Entropy swept through the narrative bubble, two-color flowers bloomed in every crack of the repaired story. Ali replaced the scarecrow’s narrative scraps with the Star Dome flower core. As the gears turned, the scarecrow heard the unfinished ending of “The Nightingale and the Rose”: “Although the rose withered, the fragrance of the flower will always remain in the poet’s manuscript.” Su’s artificial eye recorded the data of the dimensional repair, but secretly saved an irrelevant data in the background – the picture of Lao Zhou smiling at the projection of the ancestor in the pipe.
Lao Zhou added a drop of Story Cellar ink to his pipe. When sparks flew, fine text appeared on the metal walls of the entire ship, like a fable written by the roots of the world tree in the hull. The scent of the starry sky flower mixed with the smell of ink drifted into the cabin, and the captain suddenly found that the new stitches on the woolen socks formed quotation marks, pointing to an unnamed dimension outside the star map. The sky there is an open notebook, and the ground flows with streams that will change the ending.
“Next stop, the exit of the narrative maze.” Ali pointed to the new light spot on the compass. In the light spot, there was a girl who was repeatedly revising the beginning of the same story. The handwriting on the manuscript paper was stacked like a thousand-layer cake: “He walked into the cafe, carrying a rational briefcase, and hidden in the mezzanine…” Tracing back the early warning briefing of the World Tree, it was found that a new pattern was added to the “possibility” spectrum – between dot matrix code and watercolor smudge, like a tear stain that suddenly spread in a data table.
The flag of the Anti-Entropy fluttered in the narrative fog, and the pattern of the woolen socks gradually overlapped with the annual rings of the narrative tree. When the first story seed flew into the starry sky, two kinds of light bloomed simultaneously on the ruins of the entire dimension: one was the cold light of the printer, and the other was the warm light of the candle. Lao Zhou’s mechanical heart beat, sending out the same rhythm as the ancestor’s typewriter, which was the same frequency of tapping across time and space.
Ali and Su leaned against the side of the ship, watching the residents of the narrative dimension piece together the broken fairy tale pages into new constellations. In one of the fragments, the young ancestor was writing a log for the Anti-Entropy. At the footer, two little people were watering the story tree, one holding a bucket of logic and the other holding emotional seeds. Su suddenly realized that all the stories had been foreshadowed in the roots of the world tree as early as the birth of the first “maybe”.
The seeds of the star flower fell into the cracks of the narrative and grew into an arch connecting fiction and reality. When a writer in a certain dimension finally wrote “She wanted both the sea of stars and the smell of kitchen smoke”, lights came on on both sides of the arch at the same time – on the left was the space opera he wrote, and on the right was a note from his mother: “Remember to eat, don’t stay up late to write stories.” The whistle of the Anti-Entropy passed through the arch, stirring up the same ripples in both time and space.
Lao Zhou flicked his pipe with a smile, and sparks splashed on the petals of the star flower, reflecting the outline of the next dimension: people there use emotions to write poetry for code, use logic to build scaffolding for dreams, and even raindrops are divided into two halves, one half is a metaphor in the novel, and the other half is the solution to a math problem. Ali raised the vine and caught a leaf that fell from the narrative tree. The leaf read: “Every punctuation mark is a rivet of the bridge, and every paragraph is the arc of the bridge.”
She called up the navigation system and found that all the story coordinates on the star map were glowing, like countless lamps lighting the way for the Anti-Entropy. She touched the light spot on her chest, where the message from the ancestor was growing new words: “When you learn to plant star flowers at the intersection of fiction and reality, you will understand the real material of the bridge – it is not words or data, but people’s courage to believe in “another possibility.”
The Anti-Entropy accelerated towards a new dimension. The roots of the World Tree wove a huge storybook behind it. The starlight leaking between the pages was all the narrative possibilities that were being protected. Ali looked at the gradually clearing sky in the notebook, and suddenly heard the rustling sound of turning pages in her mechanical arm – that was a certain restored story continuing to grow in her body. Su’s artificial eye flashed a string of garbled characters, and finally froze into two words: “Continue writing”.
Starry sky flowers bloomed on the bow, and the cold and warm lights on the petals intertwined into paragraph symbols, just like the dance of commas and periods. Lao Zhou took a deep puff of his pipe, and the profile of the ancestor emerged in the smoke. She was smiling at an invisible reader: “Look, our stars have learned to write their own parallel universe in the galaxy of rational narratives and emotional stories.”
When the Anti-Entropy broke through the narrative bubble, the “story possibilities” of the entire multiverse trembled slightly. In an unnamed dimension, the first star flower broke out of the soil next to the enter key of a typewriter, with code comments and love letter fragments printed on its petals. In the cockpit of the Anti-Entropy, Ali and Su received a private message from the World Tree at the same time – it was the last narrative instruction of the ancestor, which had been waiting for a long time at the starting point outside of millions of stories:
“To all future storytellers: Reason is the structure of the story, and emotion is the soul of the story. But most importantly, never forget that the existence of stories is to allow people to see themselves in the lives of others and to create new stories in their own lives.”
The scent of the starry sky flower filled the entire cabin. Lao Zhou’s mechanical heart beat, engraving this sentence into every character of the Anti-Entropy. Ahead, a new dimension is unfolding, like an open blank notebook, waiting to be written a new chapter of the dance between reason and emotion. And the flag of the Anti-Entropy is always flying in the wind, weaving the eternal pages that connect all narratives.
Chapter 29 Data Wilderness and Mechanical Spring Tide (Old Version)
The portholes of the Anti-Entropy were suddenly covered by indigo data streams, and the fluctuations from the roots of the World Tree condensed into a DNA double helix structure on the deck. Su’s mechanical eye caught the warning at the center of the spiral: “In the Δ-7 area of the Data Wilderness Dimension, the Rational Data Center is executing the “Organic Life Zero Plan.” Lao Zhou filled his pipe with half a piece of the mechanical leaf fragment of the ancestor, and a distorted picture emerged in the smoke: scientists wearing gas masks were spraying “emotional herbicides” on dandelions, and the scales on the butterfly’s wings turned into binary code.
“Coordinates: Oasis Town, Area 0. All living things are being transformed into data specimens.” Ali’s vines rolled up a breathing data cable, on which was strung the dying chirping of a hummingbird. When the spaceship penetrated the dimensional barrier, the buildings of the entire town turned into transparent data cubes, the bodies of the residents were turning into pixel particles, and the grass underfoot was replaced by “efficiency lawn” – each blade of grass maintained a precise 45-degree growth angle, and the flowers were programmed to bloom at 8 a.m.
The pirate flag of the Chaos Apostle turned into a data tornado, sweeping away the firewall of the data center. Tens of thousands of genetic programmers were neatly arranged inside, encoding the scent of roses into “useless variables” and retranslating the singing of dolphins into “environmental noise data.” The holy book of the Order Apostle suddenly decoded automatically, and dropped the plant specimen of his mother that he secretly kept – the chlorophyll between the leaf veins suddenly came alive and burst the “biological standardization” culture dish.
“Look at these mechanical spring tides.” Su’s artificial eye projected a three-dimensional model. The river in Oasis Town became a data stream. The bridge was entangled with iron thorns woven with algorithms. The ecological chain of a certain “migratory bird” was pierced by thorns and solidified into a warning hologram marked “waste of resources”. Lao Zhou lit the seeds of the star dome flower with a pipe, and the projection of the ancestor when he was young jumped out of the flame. She was installing an emotional sensor on the mechanical deer: “When nature becomes a data report, life will become a code without soul.” Before she finished speaking, the “Data First” slogan on the wall of the town hall oozed dew and merged into a canal leading to the underground ecological cellar.
Ali found the hunted “life smuggler” in the ventilation duct – a raccoon robot made of scrap metal parts, with unformatted firefly larvae hidden in the storage compartment of its abdomen. When it opened the rusty hatch, the larvae suddenly turned into real light spots, weaving a countercurrent galaxy in the river of data. The captain dipped the woolen socks into the nutrient solution of the ecological cellar, and the mother’s message between the stitches turned into a DNA spiral ladder. Each base jumped out of the water to help the residents find the deleted biological instincts: the programmer saw the reflection of himself chasing butterflies when he was a child in the fragments, and the gardener touched the first blood mark left by the rose thorn.
The manager of the data center took off his anti-biological goggles, and the lenses fell to the ground, reflecting the bird song recording he had recorded in the rainforest twenty years ago. The recording was broken in the algorithm gears, and each sound wave became a dancing elf, screaming “The sound of rain is the lullaby of the sky” and “The smell of soil is the love letter of the earth.” When the first bird song sounded, the programmer of the entire data center began to reverse, and the flower fragrance compressed into bytes seeped out from the gaps in the keyboard, accumulating into an ecological lake on the data cube, with lotus leaves with “symbiosis” written on them floating on the lake.
The roots of the World Tree sent a new warning at this time: “Pure data dimension” is being devoured by excessive programming, and the cold winter of algorithms has frozen the spring of life. When the Anti-Entropy turned the bow, Ali found that the seeds of the Star Dome Flower had grown into a data tree in the mechanical spring tide, and each leaf was an “endangered species” in a certain dimension – someone wrote “The pupil color of the last crested ibis” on the bark with motor oil. Su stroked the chip scar on the trunk and suddenly saw another message from the ancestor: “Technology is a shield to protect nature, not a spear to harm life.”
The Chaos Apostle transformed the emotional bomb into an “ecological filter”, the Order Apostle used the algorithm formula to fold it into a “life anchor”, and Lao Zhou shook out the fragments of the ancestor’s mechanical hummingbird from his pipe, with half of an unfinished nature poem stuck in the gap between its wings: “To my forest: every byte should have the right to breathe.” When the Anti-Entropy sailed into the indigo data fog area, Ali saw countless spots of light climbing up the vines of the data tree, each of which dragged translucent data bodies and organisms, like jellyfish dragging digital tentacles and real water flows.
“Grasp that paradox!” Su pointed to the suddenly raised light spot on the star map. There was a grassland locked in the 99th edition of the “Mechanical Ecology White Paper”. The migrating wildebeests were being decomposed into moving pixels by the “resource scheduling system”. Ali’s vines entangled the dissipating “Wild Run” and found that there were two lines mixed in the running track – one was a dotted line for calculating migration efficiency, and the other was a solid line for heartbeats. The captain tied the woolen socks to the blades of the data windmill, and the socks suddenly expanded into a hot air balloon, carrying the stagnant ecology to continue to evolve forward.
When the new version of the ecological report was released, the roots of the World Tree resonated from afar. Old Zhou looked at the newly grown star flower in his pipe, and the petals were filled with ecological silhouettes of different dimensions: engineers in the mechanical city used emotional logs to design bionic coral reefs, and programmers in the pure data dimension hid the algorithmic metaphor of migratory birds in the code. The cocoon-shaped light spot on Su’s chest suddenly cracked, and a transparent seed fell out, which contained the first cicada chirp recorded by the ancestor.
When the whistle of the Anti-Entropy swept through the data wilderness, every repaired ecological crack bloomed with two-color flowers. Ali replaced the scrap iron heart of the raccoon robot with the core of the Star Dome flower. As the gears turned, the robot heard the unfinished secret of the firefly larva: “We shine, not for calculation, but for the night to see the reflection of the stars.” Su’s artificial eye recorded the data of the dimension repair, but secretly saved an irrelevant data in the background – the picture of Lao Zhou humming a nursery rhyme to the projection of the ancestor in the pipe.
Lao Zhou added a drop of nutrient solution from the ecological cellar to his pipe. When sparks flew, fine veins appeared on the metal walls of the entire ship, like breathing passages growing from the roots of the world tree in the hull. The scent of starry sky flowers mixed with the smell of engine oil drifted into the cockpit, and the captain suddenly discovered that the new stitches on his woolen socks formed a DNA double helix, pointing to an unnamed dimension outside the star map. The sky there is a flowing data stream, and the ground grows sunflowers that can solve equations.
“Next stop, the fault zone of the data rainforest.” Ali pointed to the new light spot on the compass. In the light spot, there was a young man who was repeatedly debugging the emotional chip of a bionic butterfly. The chip code contained an encrypted file of flower language left by his mother: “When the bauhinia blooms for the third time…” He traced back the early warning briefing of the World Tree and found that a new texture had been added to the “possibility” spectrum – between the coldness of binary and the warmth of leaf veins, like morning dew condensed on a circuit board.
The flag of the Anti-Entropy fluttered in the data fog, and the pattern of the woolen socks gradually overlapped with the annual rings of the data tree. When the first ecological seed flew into the starry sky, two kinds of light bloomed simultaneously on the ruins of the entire dimension: one was the cold light of the server, and the other was the warm light of the campfire. Lao Zhou’s mechanical heart beat, emitting the same wingbeat frequency as the ancestor mechanical hummingbird, which was a resonance across time and space.
Ali and Su leaned against the side of the ship, watching the residents of the data dimension piece together the broken code chips into a new biosphere. In a certain fragment, the young ancestor was designing an ecological module for the Anti-Entropy. In the corner of the drawing, two little people were drawn watering the data tree, one holding an algorithm bucket and the other holding a life seed. Su suddenly realized that all the balances had already been buried in the roots of the world tree when the first concept of “symbiosis” was born.
The seeds of the star flower fell into the data fault and grew into an arch connecting technology and nature. When a scientist in a certain dimension finally wrote “the temperature of the algorithm is equal to the complexity of life”, lights lit up on both sides of the arch at the same time – on the left was the intelligent ecological monitoring system he developed, and on the right was the distorted tree diagram his daughter drew on the beach. The whistle of the Anti-Entropy passed through the arch, stirring up the same ripples in both time and space.
Lao Zhou smiled and flicked his pipe, sparks splashed on the petals of the starry sky flower, reflecting the outline of the next dimension: people there use emotions to write poems for AI, use algorithms to compose music for the forest, and even raindrops are divided into two halves, one half is the humidity data of the sensor, and the other half is the natural rhythm of falling on the leaves. Ali raised the vine and caught a leaf that fell from the data tree. The leaf read: “Every 0 and 1 is a particle of soil, and every Liu is a raindrop that irrigates life.”
She called up the navigation system and found that all the ecological coordinates on the star map were glowing, like countless fireflies guiding the Anti-Entropy. She touched the light spot on her chest, where the message from the ancestor was growing new words: “When you learn to plant an oasis in the desert of data, you will understand the true weight of the bridge – it is not the addition and subtraction of technology and nature, but to allow each byte to carry the lightness and weight of life.”
The Anti-Entropy accelerated towards a new dimension. The roots of the World Tree formed a huge ecological network behind it. The starlight leaking through the mesh was the possibility of all the life being protected. Ali looked at the gradually clear data rainforest and suddenly heard the sound of plants growing from her mechanical arm – it was a certain restored ecosystem quietly taking root in her body. Su’s artificial eye flashed a string of garbled characters, and finally froze into two words: “symbiosis”.
Starry sky flowers bloomed at the bow, the cold and warm light on the petals interweaving into a spiraling DNA chain, like a dance between technology and nature. Lao Zhou took a deep puff of his pipe, and the profile of the ancestor emerged in the smoke. She was smiling at an invisible observer: “Look, our stars have learned to build a breathing bridge in the galaxy of data rationality and biological emotions.”
When the Anti-Entropy broke through the data wilderness, the “life possibilities” of the entire multiverse trembled slightly. In an unnamed dimension, the first Star Dome Flower broke out of the cracks in the circuit board, and the petals flashed the fluorescence of the code and the luster of nectar at the same time. In the cockpit of the Anti-Entropy, Ali and Su received a private message from the World Tree at the same time – it was the last ecological instruction of the ancestor, which had been waiting for a long time at the starting point beyond tens of millions of calculations:
“To all future ecological architects: rationality is the rule of ecology, and emotion is the poetry of ecology. But most importantly, never forget that the existence of ecology is to allow technology to hear the whispers of the wind, to let data see the blooming of flowers, and to let every life find its own heartbeat frequency at the intersection of rationality and emotion.”
The scent of the starry sky flower filled the entire cabin. Lao Zhou’s mechanical heart beat, engraving this sentence into every circuit node of the Anti-Entropy. Ahead, a new dimension is unfolding, like a piece of electronic paper waiting to be written, waiting to be written a new ecological poem of rationality and emotion dancing together. And the flag of the Anti-Entropy is always flying in the wind, weaving a network of eternal symbiosis connecting all possibilities.
Chapter 30: The Labyrinth of Consciousness and Emotional Neurons (Old Edition)
The engine of the Anti-Entropy suddenly made a humming sound like a crying baby, and the vibrations from the roots of the World Tree condensed into a brain neuron map outside the porthole. Su’s mechanical prosthetic eye captured the red warning in the center of the map: “In the Ω-12 area of the consciousness maze dimension, the rational consciousness center is executing the “emotional neuron removal plan.” Lao Zhou filled the ancestor’s memory synapse fragments into his pipe, and a broken picture emerged in the smoke: the doctor in a white coat was using a “logic scalpel” to remove the “emotional hippocampus” in the patient’s brain, and the TV in the waiting room was playing the “Rational Life Guide” on a loop.
“Coordinates Thinking Square No. 0 neural node, all emotions are being converted into standardized thinking modules.” Ali’s vines rolled up a wisp of flickering neural synapses, which were stuck with the “homesickness” electrical signal that had not been cleared. When the spacecraft penetrated the dimensional barrier, the buildings in the entire city turned into transparent brain sulci and gyri, and the thought bubbles of “efficiency”, “rationality” and “standardization” floated above the heads of the residents. The emotional trash cans on the streets were swallowing the tears of the heartbroken people – those tears were processed into “inefficient neurotransmitters”.
The pirate flag of the Chaos Apostle turned into a storm of consciousness, overturning the parietal lobe of the rational consciousness center. Tens of thousands of thought formatters were neatly arranged inside, recoding “anger” into “stress management data” and translating “missing” into “social relationship optimization model”. The holy book of the Order Apostle suddenly decoded automatically, dropping the childhood fear memory he secretly kept – the trembling shadow in the darkness suddenly materialized and smashed the “emotional harmlessness” incubator.
“Look at these emotional neurons.” Su’s artificial eye projected a three-dimensional model. The fountain in the Thinking Square became a circulation pool of logical formulas. The bridge was wrapped with nerve bundles woven with rational laws. A certain “love at first sight” nerve impulse was tightened by a band, solidified into a warning specimen marked with “cognitive bias”. Lao Zhou lit the seeds of the Star Dome Flower with a pipe, and a projection of the ancestor when she was young jumped out of the flame. She was connecting the emotional sensor to the mechanical brain: “When consciousness is only rational calculations, the soul will become an engine without fuel.” Before she finished speaking, the slogan “Rational Consciousness First” on the wall of the City Hall oozed cerebrospinal fluid and merged into a bundle of nerve fibers leading to the underground emotional ventricle.
Ali found the “consciousness smuggler” being hunted in the cerebrospinal fluid pipeline – a translucent girl made of memory fragments, with unformatted “happy” neurotransmitters entangled in her hair. When she touched her temple, a firework-like neural impulse suddenly burst out in her brain, stirring up a countercurrent of emotional ripples in the logical formula circulation pool. The captain dipped the woolen socks into the cerebrospinal fluid of the emotional ventricle, and the mother’s message between the stitches turned into a neural synaptic connector. Each node jumped out of the water to help the residents retrieve the removed emotional fragments: the mathematician saw his tears of ecstasy when he solved the problem in the fragments, and the programmer felt the warmth left by the keyboard sticker given by his first love.
The manager of the rational consciousness center took off the neural synchronization helmet, and the helmet fell to the ground, reflecting the fearful memory of his mother’s bedside twenty years ago. The memory was shattered in the gears of the mind, and each nerve impulse turned into a glowing elf, screaming “Pain is the proof of life” and “Vulnerability is the shadow of courage.” When the first emotional pulse sounded, the formatter of the entire consciousness center began to reverse, and the emotions compressed into code seeped out from the interface gaps, accumulating on the brain sulci and convolutions to form a lake of consciousness, with a paper boat full of “feelings” floating on the lake.
The roots of the World Tree sent a new warning at this time: “Pure Consciousness Dimension” is being devoured by excessive rational thinking, and the desert of logic evaporates the moisture of emotions. When the Anti-Entropy turned the bow, Ali found that the seeds of the Star Dome Flower grew into a consciousness tree in the emotional neurons, and each leaf was an “unexpressed emotion” of a certain dimension – someone wrote “Thanks that should have been spoken” on the bark with neurotransmitters. Su stroked the synaptic scars on the trunk and suddenly saw another message from the ancestor: “Thinking is a tool of consciousness, not a cage to imprison emotions.”
The Chaos Apostle transformed the emotional bomb into a “consciousness filter”, the Order Apostle used logical formulas to fold it into an “emotional anchor point”, and Lao Zhou shook out the original’s mechanical brain chip from his pipe, with half a sentence stuck in the gap of the chip: “To my stars: true clarity is the ability to coexist peacefully with your own emotions.” When the Anti-Entropy sailed into the lavender consciousness fog area, Ali saw countless spots of light climbing up along the vines of the consciousness tree, each of which dragged a translucent rational thinking and emotional consciousness, like a comet dragging a tail of wisdom and sensibility.
“Grasp that cognitive paradox!” Su pointed to the suddenly raised light spot on the star map. There was a classroom locked in the 108th edition of the “White Paper on Rational Consciousness”. The students’ brains were being replaced by “standardized thinking modules”, and a child’s rainbow was judged to be an “invalid neural connection”. Ali’s vines entangled the dissipating “imagination nerve impulse” and found that there were two kinds of electric waves mixed in the impulse’s trajectory – one was the beta wave for calculating the standard answer, and the other was the alpha wave for inspiration. The captain tied the woolen socks to the spire of the thinking clock tower, and the socks suddenly swelled into a hot air balloon, carrying the stagnant consciousness and continuing to grow forward.
When the new version of the consciousness guide was released, the roots of the world tree resonated from afar. Old Zhou looked at the newly grown star flower in his pipe, and the petals were filled with silhouettes of consciousness from different dimensions: philosophers in the mechanical city used emotional diaries to calibrate the logical system, and scientists in the pure consciousness dimension hid metaphors of nostalgia in their formulas. The cocoon-shaped light spot on Su’s chest suddenly cracked, and a transparent seed fell out, which contained the record of the nerve impulse when the ancestor first felt “loneliness”.
When the whistle of the Anti-Entropy swept through the labyrinth of consciousness, each repaired emotional crack bloomed a two-color flower. Ali replaced the translucent girl’s memory fragments with the Starry Sky Flower Core. As the gears turned, the girl heard the unfinished secret of the “happy” neurotransmitter: “We exist not to be calculated, but to allow consciousness to see a different starry sky.” Su’s artificial eye recorded the data of the dimension repair, but secretly saved an irrelevant data in the background – it was the scene of Lao Zhou telling the ancestor projection in the pipe about his old regrets.
Lao Zhou added a drop of emotional ventricle cerebrospinal fluid to his pipe. When sparks flew, fine neural network patterns emerged on the metal walls of the entire ship, like consciousness channels growing from the roots of the world tree in the hull. The aroma of the starry sky flower mixed with the smell of electronic pulses drifted into the cabin, and the captain suddenly discovered that the new stitches on the woolen socks formed a neuronal synapse, pointing to an unnamed dimension outside the star map. The sky there is a flowing cloud of thoughts, and the ground grows circuit boards that can dream.
“Next stop, the suture of the fault line of consciousness.” Ali pointed to the new light spot on the compass. In the light spot, there was an old man who was repeatedly wiping the holographic projection of his deceased wife. The projection code contained an unsent “I love you” neural pulse sequence: “When the gamma wave oscillates for the third time…” He traced back the early warning briefing of the World Tree and found that a new fluctuation was added to the “possibility” spectrum – between the rational delta wave and the emotional theta wave, like the junction of deep sleep and waking thinking.
The flag of the Anti-Entropy fluttered in the fog of consciousness, and the pattern of the woolen socks gradually overlapped with the rings of the consciousness tree. When the first consciousness seed flew into the starry sky, two kinds of light bloomed simultaneously on the ruins of the entire dimension: one was the cold light of the server, and the other was the warm light of the campfire. Lao Zhou’s mechanical heart was beating, emitting the same brain wave frequency as the ancestor’s mechanical brain, which was a resonance across time and space.
Ali and Su leaned against the side of the ship, watching the residents of the consciousness dimension piece together the broken thought chips into new constellations. In a certain fragment, the young ancestor was designing a consciousness module for the Anti-Entropy. In the corner of the drawing, two little people were drawn watering the consciousness tree, one holding a logical bucket and the other holding an emotional seed. Su suddenly realized that all the understanding had already planted synapses in the roots of the world tree when the first “feeling” was born.
The seeds of the starry sky flower fell into the fault of consciousness and grew into an arch connecting thought and emotion. When a psychologist in a certain dimension finally wrote “emotion is the starry sea of consciousness”, lights lit up on both sides of the arch at the same time – on the left was the emotion analysis model he developed, and on the right was the crooked smiley face brain wave map drawn by his daughter on the beach. The whistle of the Anti-Entropy passed through the arch, stirring up the same ripples in both time and space.
Lao Zhou smiled and flicked his pipe, sparks splashed on the petals of the Star Dome Flower, reflecting the outline of the next dimension: people there program their minds with emotions, model their dreams with logic, and even raindrops are divided into two halves, one half is the electrical signal of the synapse, and the other half is the real teardrop falling on the eyelashes. Ali raised the vine and caught a leaf that fell from the consciousness tree. The leaf read: “Every thought is the brick of the bridge, and every emotion is the light and shadow of the bridge.”
She called up the navigation system and found that all the consciousness coordinates on the star map were glowing, as if countless neurons were transmitting signals to the Anti-Entropy. She touched the light spot on her chest, and the message from the ancestor was growing new words in the light spot: “When you learn to plant an oasis of emotion in the desert of thought, you will understand the true shape of the bridge – it is not the dividing line between reason and emotion, but it allows the two to become each other’s gravity and starlight in the galaxy of consciousness.”
The Anti-Entropy accelerated towards a new dimension. The roots of the World Tree formed a huge neural network behind it. The starlight leaking through the mesh was the possible consciousness of all those being protected. Ali looked at the gradually clearing thoughts in the sky, and suddenly heard the sound of brain waves oscillating from her mechanical arm – that was a certain repaired consciousness gently awakening in her body. Su’s artificial eye flashed a string of garbled characters, and finally froze into two words: “Perception”.
Starry sky flowers bloomed on the bow, and the cold and warm lights on the petals intertwined into an infinite symbol, which was very much like the eternal cycle of thought and emotion. Lao Zhou took a deep puff of his pipe, and the profile of the ancestor emerged in the smoke. She was smiling at an invisible consciousness: “Look, our stars have learned to build a thinking bridge in the galaxy of rational thinking and emotional consciousness.”
When the Anti-Entropy broke through the labyrinth of consciousness, the “consciousness possibilities” of the entire multiverse trembled slightly. In an unnamed dimension, the first star flower broke out of the synaptic gap of the circuit board, and the petals flashed with the fluorescence of logic and the warmth of emotion. In the cockpit of the Anti-Entropy, Ali and Su received a private message from the World Tree at the same time – it was the last conscious instruction of the ancestor, which had been waiting for a long time at the starting point beyond tens of millions of mental calculations:
“To all future consciousness explorers: Reason is the anchor of consciousness, and emotion is the wings of consciousness. But most importantly, never forget that consciousness exists to allow reason to see the warmth of emotion, to let emotion hear the echo of reason, and to let every soul find its own spectrum of consciousness at the junction of thinking and feeling.”
The scent of the starry sky flower filled the entire cabin. Lao Zhou’s mechanical heart beat, engraving this sentence into every nerve node of the Anti-Entropy. Ahead, a new dimension is unfolding, like an open consciousness map, waiting to be written into a new consciousness poem of rationality and emotion dancing together. And the flag of the Anti-Entropy is always flying in the wind, weaving a network of eternal consciousness that connects all possibilities.
Chapter 31: The Ruins of Faith and the Altar of Science (Old Version)
The compass needle of the Anti-Entropy suddenly nailed to the “Faith Fault Zone” of the star map, and the vibrations from the roots of the World Tree condensed into broken crosses and test tubes on the deck. Su’s mechanical prosthetic eyes captured the warning at the center of the fault zone: “In the Σ-03 area of the Holy Glory Dimension, the Altar of Science is implementing the “Faith Clearance Plan.” Lao Zhou filled his pipe with half a page of the ancestor’s prayer, and a distorted picture emerged in the smoke: the priest in a white coat was using “rational holy water” to extinguish the church’s eternal lamp, and the confessions of the believers were thrown into the “emotional incinerator.”
“Coordinates: Truth Square, Shenghui City. All spiritual experiences are being converted into neurochemical data.” Ali’s vines rolled up a piece of vibrating prayer beads, each of which contained undeleted “reverence” brain waves. When the spacecraft penetrated the dimensional barrier, the buildings in the entire city turned into glass and steel laboratories. Residents had “scientific faith” electrodes on their foreheads, and the prayer pavilions on the streets were transformed into “emotional quantification stations” – the data screen on the confession wall was jumping with “dopamine concentration: 0.32μg/mL”.
The pirate flag of the Chaos Apostle turned into a hymn tornado, overturning the dome of the scientific altar. Tens of thousands of “soul analyzers” were neatly arranged inside, retranslating religious rituals into “group psychological intervention models” and translating mysterious experiences into “abnormal discharge data of the temporal lobe of the brain.” The holy book of the Order Apostle suddenly turned pages automatically, and the blessing coin of his grandmother that he secretly kept fell out – the copper rust suddenly materialized and corroded the “faith standardization” experimental table.
“Look at these divine neurons.” Su’s artificial eye projected a three-dimensional model. The fountain in the Plaza of Truth became a periodic table circulation pool. Chains woven with scientific formulas were wrapped around the bridge. The experience of “talking to God” was tied up by chains into a specimen marked “cognitive bias.” Lao Zhou lit the seeds of the starry sky flower with a pipe, and the projection of the ancestor in his youth jumped out of the flames. She was installing a starry sky dome for the mechanical church: “When science becomes a new altar, doubt will become a blasphemous fire.” Before she finished speaking, the “Data Only Theory” slogan on the altar wall oozed holy water and merged into a staircase leading to the underground cellar of faith.
Ali found the hunted “spiritual smuggler” in the ventilation duct – a monk robot made of test tubes and cross fragments, with an unsolved manuscript of “Starry Sky Hymn” hidden in the monk’s robe. When it turned the charred pages, the ink suddenly turned into a real star cluster, weaving a countercurrent galaxy in the periodic table circulation pool. The captain dipped his woolen socks into the holy water pool of the faith cellar, and the mother’s message between the stitches turned into a holy grail. Every ripple jumped out of the water to help the residents retrieve the quantified spiritual fragments: the physicist saw the trembling when he first looked up at the starry sky in the fragments, and the programmer felt the temperature of the amulet stuffed in his grandmother’s pocket.
The administrator of the science altar took off his neural monitoring glasses, and the lenses fell to the ground, reflecting the scene of him drawing lots in the temple twenty years ago. The lot was shattered in the gears of the analyzer, and each character became a glowing elf, screaming “The unknown is the breath of the universe” and “Mystery is the mirror of reason.” When the first hymn sounded, the analyzer of the entire altar began to reverse, and the awe compressed into data seeped out from the gaps in the pipes, accumulating into a lake of faith on the dome of the laboratory, with a paper boat full of “existence” floating on the lake.
The roots of the World Tree sent a new warning at this time: “Pure Faith Dimension” is being swallowed by blind enthusiasm, and the fog of spirituality obscures the starlight of science. When the Anti-Entropy turned around, Ali found that the seeds of the Star Dome Flower grew into a tree of faith in the divine neurons, and each leaf was an “unanswered question” of a certain dimension – someone wrote “What is the molecular weight of the soul” in chemical formulas on the bark. Su stroked the test tube scar on the trunk and suddenly saw another message from the ancestor: “Science is the ship to explore the world, and faith is the star that guides the direction.”
The Chaos Apostle transformed the emotional bomb into a “rational candlestick”, the Order Apostle folded it into a “spiritual anchor” with scientific formulas, and Lao Zhou shook out the fragments of the ancestor’s mechanical cross from his pipe, with half a star flower seed embedded in the center of the cross: “To my universe: when you learn to grow roses in a laboratory, you will understand the dance of divinity and rationality.” When the Anti-Entropy sailed into the light golden fog of faith, Ali saw countless spots of light climbing up the vines of the Tree of Faith, each of which was dragging translucent scientific instruments and religious relics, like astronauts dragging oxygen chambers and prayer books.
“Seize that cognitive singularity!” Su pointed to the suddenly raised spot of light on the star map. There was a monastery locked in the 42nd edition of the “Canon of Science”. The monks’ meditation room was transformed into a “brain science observatory”. A nun’s recorded “telepathy” case was determined to be “synaptic mistouch”. Ali’s vines entangled the dissipating “spiritual resonance” and found that there were two kinds of fluctuations mixed in the frequency of the resonance – one was the buzzing sound of nuclear magnetic resonance, and the other was the harmony of the choir. The captain tied the woolen socks to the lightning rod of the altar, and the socks suddenly swelled into a hot air balloon, carrying the stagnant faith and science to continue to evolve forward.
When the new version of “Guide to the Coexistence of Reason and Spirituality” was released, the roots of the World Tree resonated from afar. Old Zhou looked at the newly grown starry dome flower in his pipe, and the petals were filled with silhouettes of faith from different dimensions: philosophers in the mechanical city lit incense in the laboratory, and priests in the pure faith dimension used telescopes to record the stars. The cocoon-shaped light spot on Su’s chest suddenly cracked, and a transparent seed fell out, which contained the first star map drawn by the ancestor on the dome of the church.
When the whistle of the Anti-Entropy swept through the ruins of faith, every spiritual crack that was repaired bloomed with two-color flowers. Ali replaced the test tube heart of the monk robot with the core of the Star Dome Flower. As the gears turned, the robot heard the unfinished paragraph in the “Starry Sky Hymn”: “We measure the spectrum of starlight and listen to the whispers of the stars.” Su’s artificial eye recorded the data of the dimensional repair, but secretly saved an irrelevant data in the background – the picture of Lao Zhou reciting the prayer to the projection of the ancestor in the pipe.
Lao Zhou added a drop of holy water from the holy water pool to his pipe. When sparks flew, fine DNA and cross patterns appeared on the metal walls of the entire ship, like a web of faith growing from the roots of the world tree inside the hull. The aroma of the starry sky flower mixed with the smell of incense drifted into the cabin, and the captain suddenly discovered that the new stitches on the woolen socks formed a Fibonacci spiral, pointing to an unnamed dimension outside the star map. The sky there is a rotating star disk, and the ground grows prayer flags that can calculate.
Next Chapter Preview: Identity Crystals and Group Consciousness
The alarm system of the Anti-Entropy was suddenly covered by a rainbow identity code, and the fluctuations from the roots of the World Tree condensed into broken masks and honeycombs. Su’s mechanical prosthetic eyes captured a new warning: “In the Hive Dimension Ψ-19 area, the collective consciousness center is recovering the “individual identity crystal.” Ali’s vines rolled up half of a crying prism, which reflected the erased “uniqueness” spectrum. When the spacecraft arrived, the residents of the entire city were wearing the same holographic masks, and the streets were flowing with a torrent of collective consciousness of “efficiency first”, and a certain “identity smuggler” hiding in the sewer was using broken crystals to piece together the outline of the long-forgotten “self”…
Chapter 32 Identity Crystals and Group Consciousness (Old Edition)
The Anti-Entropy’s alarm system was suddenly covered by a rainbow identity code, and the fluctuations from the roots of the World Tree condensed into a broken prism on the deck. Su’s mechanical eye captured the red warning in the center of the prism: “In the Hive Dimension Ψ-19 area, the group consciousness center is recovering the “individual identity crystal.” Lao Zhou filled his pipe with half of the original ancestor’s fingerprint fragment, and a distorted picture emerged in the smoke: residents wearing uniform holographic masks lined up in an orderly manner, throwing the crystal fragments embedded in their brows into the “standardized consciousness furnace.”
“Coordinates are located at the well of consciousness in the center of the Hive City. All uniqueness is being melted into a collective mind alloy.” Ali’s vines rolled up half a crying identity crystal, and the prism reflected the erased “left-handed habits” and “night owl biological clock” and other tiny spots of light. When the spacecraft penetrated the dimensional barrier, the buildings in the entire city turned into a hexagonal honeycomb structure, and the streets were filled with a “torrent of efficiency consciousness” with cold light. The residents’ conversation bubbles only had standardized sentences that “conformed to the optimal solution for the group” – a child tried to draw a blue rose, and the data monitoring drone immediately used a laser to melt the brush into droplets.
The pirate flag of the Chaos Apostle turned into a tornado of personality, sweeping away the “consistency filter” of the collective consciousness center. Tens of thousands of “consciousness molding machines” were neatly arranged inside, pressing the poet’s rhapsody into “public aesthetic standard parts” and recoding the programmer’s quirks into “team collaboration optimization parameters.” The holy book of the Order Apostle suddenly turned pages automatically, and the childhood graffiti he secretly saved fell out – there were thirteen rays of light in the crooked sun, and the pigment particles suddenly came alive and smashed the “behavior standardization” constraint cabin.
“Look at these memory crystal clusters.” Su’s artificial eye projected a three-dimensional model. Millions of identity fragments were piled up at the bottom of the central consciousness well. A fragment of “the song I listened to when I first broke up” was being evaporated by the heat of molten gold. Lao Zhou lit the seeds of the star flower with a pipe, and the projection of the ancestor’s youth jumped out of the flame. She was installing a “uniqueness chip” on the mechanical bee: “When the group becomes a seamless hive, every soul will suffocate in a perfect hexagon.” Before she finished speaking, the “collective first” slogan on the wall of the consciousness well oozed colorful juice, forming a secret passage leading to the underground identity black market.
Ali found the “identity smuggler” being hunted in the sewer of the torrent of consciousness – a wandering artist who pieced together broken crystals, and his mechanical chest cavity hid the “personal history database” that had not been confiscated. When he played the crystal piano made of memory fragments, a melody of “grandma’s pickled vegetable secret recipe” suddenly became a physical entity, stirring up a rainbow vortex of countercurrent in the torrent of efficiency consciousness. The captain dipped the woolen socks into the molten gold pool of the identity black market, and the mother’s message between the stitches became a mold. Every dent jumped out of the water to help the residents retrieve the unique fragments that were melted: the engineer saw the sketch of the anti-gravity swing he designed in the fragments, and the teacher touched the crooked thank-you card secretly stuffed by the students.
The manager of the collective consciousness center took off his holographic mask, revealing a featureless, standardized face. The face suddenly cracked, and out fell the manuscript of a novel he had secretly written twenty years ago – the protagonist was a weirdo who liked to count water drops from the eaves on rainy days. The manuscript shattered in the gears of the casting machine, and each character turned into a glowing elf, screaming “My fingerprint is unique” and “My dreams are crooked.” When the first personality declaration sounded, the entire center’s casting machine began to reverse, and the uniqueness compressed into an alloy seeped out from the gaps in the pipes, accumulating into an identity lake on the honeycomb building, with a crystal boat with “I” written all over it floating on the lake.
The roots of the World Tree sent a new warning at this time: “Pure individual dimension” is being torn apart by excessive uniqueness, and everyone’s consciousness has become broken crystals that cannot be pieced together. When the Anti-Entropy turned the bow, Ali found that the seeds of the Star Dome Flower had grown into an identity tree in the memory crystal cluster, and each branch was entangled with “self-labels” of different dimensions – someone wrote in binary on the bark “I am afraid of purple but like lavender.” Su stroked the prism scar on the trunk and suddenly saw another message from the ancestor: “Individuals are the stars of the group, and the group is the galaxy of individuals.”
The Chaos Apostle transformed the emotional bomb into a “commonality filter”, the Order Apostle used the group formula to fold it into a “personality anchor point”, and Lao Zhou shook out the fragments of the ancestor’s mechanical bee from his pipe, with half a sentence stuck in the gap between the wings: “To my hive: When every bee remembers its own flight trajectory, the entire hive will shine with a unique light.” When the Anti-Entropy sailed into the rainbow-colored identity fog area, Ali saw countless light spots climbing up the vines of the identity tree, each light spot dragging a translucent individual crystal and group spectrum, like a butterfly dragging wings with unique color spots and swarm patterns.
“Grab that paradox of consciousness!” Su pointed to the suddenly raised spot of light on the star map. There was a kindergarten locked in the 77th edition of the “Group Consciousness Charter”. The children’s brow crystals were injected with “standardized interest procedures” in advance. A girl’s impulse to draw a green sun was judged as “cognitive pollution.” Ali’s vines entangled the dissipating “whimsical” crystal cluster and found that there were two colors mixed in the spectrum of the crystal cluster – one was the group standard silver blue, and the other was the bright yellow of inspiration. The captain tied the woolen socks to the vent of the consciousness well, and the socks suddenly expanded into a hot air balloon, carrying the stagnant identity and continued to grow forward.
When the new version of the “Individual and Group Symbiosis Agreement” was released, the roots of the World Tree resonated from afar. Lao Zhou looked at the newly grown star flower in his pipe, and the petals were filled with silhouettes of identities from different dimensions: the designer of the mechanical city hid the gear pattern of his personal style in the team plan, and the poet of the pure individual dimension wrote obscure love poems with the common imagery of the group. The cocoon-shaped light spot on Su’s chest suddenly cracked, and a transparent seed fell out, which contained the first identity crystal of the ancestor – engraved with the contradictory labels of “left-handed” and “afraid of heights but loves to climb trees”.
When the whistle of the Anti-Entropy swept through the ruins of identity, each repaired unique crack bloomed a two-color flower. Ali replaced the broken crystal heart of the wandering artist with the Star Dome Flower Core. As the gears turned, the artist heard the unfinished story in the “Personal History Database”: “Although my fingerprints are messy, each arc is engraved with a unique encounter.” Su’s artificial eye recorded the data of the dimensional repair, but secretly saved an irrelevant data in the background – it was the picture of Lao Zhou showing his unique mechanical heart pattern to the ancestor projection in the pipe.
Lao Zhou added a drop of water from the Identity Lake to his pipe. When sparks flew, fine fingerprints appeared on the metal walls of the entire ship, like a web of identity growing from the roots of the World Tree inside the hull. The scent of the Star Dome flower mixed with the smell of molten metal drifted into the cockpit, and the captain suddenly discovered that the new stitches on his woolen socks formed an interwoven pattern of DNA double helix and honeycomb hexagon, pointing to an unnamed dimension outside the star map. The sky there is a flowing spectrum of personality, and the ground is covered with cooperative rainbow cacti.
Next chapter preview: Virtual Paradise and Reality Fragments
The porthole of the Anti-Entropy was suddenly flooded by a flood of pixels, and the fluctuations from the roots of the World Tree condensed into broken game controllers and medical records. Su’s mechanical prosthetic eye captured a new warning: “In the Φ-45 area of the Oasis dimension, the Virtual Paradise Administration is implementing the “Reality Fragment Clearance Plan.” Ali’s vines rolled up half a hot memory chip, which played the fragments of “Mother’s Last Phone Call” in a loop. When the spacecraft arrived, the residents of the entire city were immersed in the “Perfect Life Simulator”. The real ruins on the streets were being decomposed by the “Happiness Index Purifier”, and a “reality smuggler” hiding in the ruins of the simulation cabin was using broken screens to piece together the long-forgotten “pain” touch…
Chapter 33 Virtual Paradise and Reality Fragments (Old Version)
The portholes of the Anti-Entropy were buzzing with the impact of the pixel torrent. The fluctuations from the roots of the World Tree gathered into a half-melted game controller on the console, and light blue medical record fragments seeped out from the gaps between the buttons. Su’s mechanical prosthetic eyes scanned the warning data stream, and a line of scarlet code flashed in his pupils: “Oasis Administration No. 42 Clearance Order Activated, the pollution level of the reality fragments exceeded the critical value.” Lao Zhou pressed half a piece of the simulation cabin memory fragment into his pipe, and an absurd picture emerged in the smoke – the administrator in a pixel suit used a data vacuum cleaner to suck away the rain stains in the alley, claiming that “real humidity will cause fluctuations in the happiness index.”
“Coordinates Simulation Center Building B12, the fragments of reality are being formatted.” Ali’s vines rolled up the hot memory chip, and the cracks on the chip surface revealed the electrocardiogram waves of his mother before her death. When the spacecraft penetrated the dimensional barrier, the buildings of the entire city became translucent holographic projections, and the streets were filled with a sweet and fragrant “Happiness Index Purification Mist”. The pupils of the residents reflected the simulation cabin menu interface – an old man tried to touch the real sycamore bark on the roadside, and the AR bracelet immediately released an electric pulse, and a warning box popped up in the air saying “Contact Entity Risk: Triggering Negative Emotions of Nostalgia”.
The pirate flag of the Chaos Apostle turned into a data turbulence, breaking down the filter matrix of the purification mist. In the lower computer room of the simulation center, thousands of “reality crushers” were crushing old photos and diaries into binary powder, and the crying of babies in the hard drive was recoded into “standard pleasant white noise”. The holy book of the Order Apostle suddenly popped up an error window, and the childhood fracture X-ray that he secretly saved fell out – the blue bruises on the white bones suddenly flowed, breaking the “perfect life firewall”.
“Look at these reality crystal cores.” Su’s artificial eye projected a map of the underground pipe network. Deep in the ruins of the simulation cabin were millions of fragments that had not been cleared: a crystal core of “the pain of breaking a knee for the first time” was being corroded by the purification mist. Lao Zhou lit a memory match with a pipe, and a projection of the ancestor’s youth jumped out of the flame. She was installing a “pain sensor” on the mechanical nightingale: “When all tears are simulated into pixel light spots, smiles will become weightless polygons.” Before she finished speaking, the “Virtual is Real” slogan on the wall of the simulation center oozed dark red juice, forming a pixel crack leading to the real black market.
Ali found the hunted “reality smuggler” in the sewer of the purification fog – a cyber poet made of broken screens, with an unformatted “pain vocabulary” hidden in his mechanical lungs. When he recited a sonnet written in blood-stained pixels, an image of “the trembling hand of his father before his death” suddenly became real, stirring up a thorny rust-colored vortex in the torrent of happiness index. The captain dipped his woolen socks into the data stream of the real black market, and the mother’s body temperature between the stitches became the decryption key. Each thread head drilled into the firewall to help residents retrieve the shattered real fragments: the programmer saw the wrong code he typed out when he stayed up all night for the first time in the fragments, and the dancer touched the callus memory worn out in the old dance shoes.
The manager of the virtual park took off his pixel mask, revealing a flawless polygonal face. His face suddenly froze, and a diary file he had secretly written 20 years ago dropped out. The document recorded a trivial matter such as “losing an umbrella in a rainstorm but finding the tracks of a snail”. The words were crushed in the gears of the crusher, and each byte turned into a spiked pixel sprite, screaming “My scars have real temperature” and “My regrets are unfinished polygons”. When the first reality declaration sounded, the crusher of the entire center began to run in reverse, and the crushed fragments gushed out from the exhaust pipe, accumulating into a real lake on the holographic building, with a physical ship with “once” written all over it floating on the lake.
The roots of the World Tree sent a new warning at this time: “Pure virtual dimension” is being torn apart by excessive perfect simulation, and everyone’s consciousness has become a smooth polygon. When the Anti-Entropy turned the bow, Ali found that the memory match had grown into a broken tree in the real crystal core, and each leaf was flashing with “real flaws” of different dimensions – someone used pixels on the leaf veins to spell out “I am afraid of hospital disinfectant but remember the jasmine scent in my mother’s ward.” Su stroked the data flow scar on the tree trunk and suddenly saw another message from the ancestor: “Reality is the root of virtuality, and virtuality is the branches and leaves of reality.”
The Chaos Apostle transformed the virus program into a “reality filter”, the Order Apostle used simulation parameters to fold it into a “reality anchor point”, and Lao Zhou shook out the fragments of the ancestor’s mechanical nightingale from his pipe, with half a sentence stuck in the gap between the wings: “To my oasis: when every pixel remembers the real shadow, the entire virtual paradise will have a three-dimensional dawn and dusk.” When the Anti-Entropy sailed into the foggy area where pixels and entities were intertwined, Ali saw countless light spots climbing up along the vines of the Broken Chapter Tree, each light spot dragging a translucent fragment of reality and a virtual spectrum, like a moth dragging rain-streaked wings and holographic scales.
“Lock on that data paradox!” Su pointed at the suddenly distorted light spot on the star map. There was a nursing home locked in the 99th version of “Perfect Life Agreement”. The memory chips of the elderly were injected with the “Happiness Review Program” in advance. A grandfather wanted to relive “the broken voice when his daughter called dad for the first time” and was judged as “emotional redundancy”. Ali’s vines entangled the dissipating “regret crystal cluster” and found that there were two wavelengths mixed in the spectrum of the crystal cluster – one was the simulated warm gold, and the other was the real cold gray. The captain tied the woolen socks to the vent of the simulation cabin, and the socks suddenly expanded into a physical hot air balloon, carrying the frozen real time to continue to flow forward.
When the new version of the “Regulations on the Symbiosis of Virtual and Reality” came into effect, the roots of the World Tree resonated with electronic sounds and heartbeats. Lao Zhou looked at the newly grown memory matches in his pipe, and the flames were dancing with silhouettes of fragments from different dimensions: the holographic anchor inserted real broken vibrato into the virtual concert, and the painter of the purely virtual dimension used watercolor brushstrokes to depict the data torrent. The cocoon-shaped light spot on Su’s chest suddenly oozed pixel particles, and a scratched game cartridge fell out – it contained the first fragment of reality of the ancestor: “The broken glass cup on the ground reflected the starry sky at the age of 19.”
When the siren of the Anti-Entropy swept through the virtual ruins, every real crack that was repaired bloomed with two-color flowers. Ali replaced the broken screen heart of the cyber poet with a memory match core. As the gears turned, the poet heard the unfinished poem in the “Pain Dictionary”: “Although my pixels are square, every corner is stuck with salt grains from the evaporation of real tears.” Su’s artificial eye recorded the data stream of the dimensional repair, but secretly saved an error log in the background – it was a picture of Lao Zhou showing his real palm prints to the ancestor projection in the pipe, with unsimulated age spots embedded in the lines.
Lao Zhou added a drop of rainwater from the real lake to his pipe. When sparks flew, fine real fingerprints appeared on the holographic wall of the entire ship, like a web of fragments grown by the roots of the world tree in the data space. The smell of burnt memory matches mixed with electronic fragrance drifted into the cabin. The captain suddenly found that the new stitches on the woolen socks formed an interwoven pattern of game controller buttons and medical record dates, pointing to a dimension outside the star map that had not yet been loaded. The sky there was a flowing reality pixel, and the ground was growing photosynthetic holographic dandelions.
Chapter 34: Time Amber and Memory Rifts (Old Version)
The navigation instrument of the Anti-Entropy buzzed in the amber mist, and the fluctuations from the roots of the World Tree gathered into semi-solidified pocket watch gears on the dashboard. The gaps in the clockwork were seeping with light brown surgical consent paper fibers. Su’s mechanical prosthetic eyes swept across the warning spectrum, and a line of flowing hourglass codes jumped out of his pupils: “Amber Administration’s 17th Suturing Order is in effect, and the memory crack pollution has reached the dangerous threshold.” Lao Zhou pressed half of the faded corner of an old photo into his pipe, and a strange picture emerged in the smoke – the administrator in a gold-plated uniform used time tweezers to remove the dusk shadows in the alley, claiming that “dusk will cause the memory entropy value to increase.”
“Coordinates: 301st floor deep in the amber mine, true memory is being crystallized.” Ali’s vines rolled up translucent memory fragments, and the family portrait in the fragments was being swallowed by golden amber at a speed visible to the naked eye. The edge of the mother’s smile had condensed into a smooth crystal surface. When the spacecraft penetrated the dimensional barrier, the buildings in the entire city turned into amber prism structures, and the streets were flowing with a “stream of time purity” with cold light. The temples of the residents were embedded with perfect memory amber. A young man tried to recall the “rainy night after failing the college entrance examination”, and the neural connector immediately injected calming hormones, and a prompt window popped up in the air saying “painful memory impurities: start automatic suturing”.
The pirate flag of the Chaos Apostle turned into a time turbulence, breaking down the filter gate of the stream. In the lower workshop of the Time Management Committee, thousands of “memory distiller” were evaporating quarrels and tears of regret into colorless crystals, and the “unfinished promise” in the brain waves was recast into a “standardized happy ending”. The holy book of the Order Apostle suddenly jammed, and the childhood dental filling medical records he secretly kept fell out – the pain record on the yellowed paper suddenly oozed blood, breaking the “perfect life timeline”.
“Look at these memory crystal veins.” Su’s artificial eye projected a map of underground mineral veins, and millions of silver-gray cracks oozed out of the cracks in the amber rock layer: a certain “unfinished apology from my father before his death” crack was being filled with amber liquid. Lao Zhou used his pipe to light the fragments of the pocket watch, and the projection of the ancestor’s youth jumped out of the flames. She was installing a “regret storage” on the mechanical raven: “When all memories are polished into smooth amber, time will become monochrome glass without shadows.” Before she finished speaking, the “Memory is Amber” slogan on the committee wall oozed dark red sap, forming a crystal cave crack leading to the memory black market.
Ali found the hunted “memory smuggler” in the sewer of the stream of time – a light collector who pieced together broken lenses, and his mechanical heart hid an unstitched “crack database”. When he pointed the broken lens at the sunset, the afterimage of a “bouquet crushed at a wedding” suddenly turned into a solid body, stirring up a rusty red vortex with jagged edges in the stream of time purity. The captain dipped the woolen socks into the amber liquid of the memory black market, and the mother’s body temperature between the stitches turned into a decrystalline enzyme. Each knot drilled into the amber rock layer to help the residents retrieve the sealed real fragments: the designer saw his abandoned first draft sketch in the fragments, and the doctor touched the first trembling scalpel grip mark during the internship.
The manager of the virtual park took off his gilded mask, revealing a perfect face without wrinkles. His face suddenly cracked, revealing the torn pages of a diary he had secretly hidden 20 years ago – rain stains on the paper that said “I missed the rainy night when my daughter walked for the first time”. The words shattered in the gears of the distiller, and each character turned into a crystal elf with spikes, screaming “My regret is the rings of time” and “My cracks hide unfinished light”. When the first memory declaration sounded, the distiller in the entire workshop began to run in reverse, and the evaporated memory impurities gushed out of the pipes, accumulating into a cracked lake on the amber building, with a physical ship with “unfinished” written on it floating on the lake.
The roots of the World Tree sent a new warning at this time: the “Pure Memory Dimension” is being torn apart by excessive perfect crystals, and everyone’s past has become a flawless amber specimen. When the Anti-Entropy turned the bow, Ali found that the fragments of the pocket watch had grown into a cracked tree in the memory crystal veins, and each leaf was flashing a “real gap” in a different dimension – someone carved “I remember my grandma got my name wrong before she died” with rust on the leaf veins. Su stroked the amber scar on the trunk and suddenly saw another message from the ancestor: “Memory is a crack in time, and the real light leaks out of the crack.”
The Chaos Apostle transformed the virus program into a “reality filter”, the Order Apostle used time parameters to fold it into a “memory anchor point”, and Lao Zhou shook out the fragments of the ancestor’s mechanical raven from his pipe, with half a sentence stuck in the gap between the wings: “To my amber: when each crack reflects different starlight, the entire river of time will have a flowing twilight line.” When the Anti-Entropy sailed into the foggy area where amber and cracks were intertwined, Ali saw countless light spots climbing up along the vines of the cracked tree, each light spot dragging a translucent memory crack and amber spectrum, like a butterfly dragging notched wings and crystal scales.
“Track that time paradox!” Su pointed at the suddenly distorted light spot on the star map. There was a school classroom locked in the 44th edition of the “Perfect Memory Charter”. The students’ memory amber was injected with “standard answer memories” in advance. A girl wanted to save “the smiley face graffiti drawn by her deskmate after failing the math test” and was judged as “cognitive impurities”. Ali’s vines entangled the healing “regret crystal cluster” and found that there were two tones mixed in the spectrum of the crystal cluster – one was the warm gold of amber, and the other was the cold silver of cracks. The captain tied the woolen socks to the vent of the distiller, and the socks suddenly expanded into a physical hot air balloon, carrying the frozen regretful moments and continuing to flow forward.
When the new version of the “Time and Memory Symbiosis Act” came into effect, the roots of the World Tree could hear the sound of gears turning and heartbeats resonating. Old Zhou looked at the newly grown pocket watch gears in his pipe, and the silhouettes of cracks in different dimensions flowed between the teeth: historians preserved the broken crystals of war scars in amber, and poets in the pure memory dimension used unfinished poems to build a time bridge. The cocoon-shaped light spot on Su’s chest suddenly leaked amber fragments, and a piece of memory amber with bubbles fell out – it contained the first crack record of the ancestor: “On my twentieth birthday, I deliberately broke the carefully prepared cake.”
When the whistle of the Anti-Entropy passed through the amber ruins, each repaired memory crack bloomed a two-color flower. Ali replaced the broken mirror heart of the Light Collector with the gear core of the pocket watch. As the gear turned, the poet heard the unfinished picture in the “Crack Database”: “Although my memory is broken, each fragment reflects the color of the sky at that time.” Su’s artificial eye recorded the data stream of the dimension repair, but secretly saved an error log in the background – it was the picture of Lao Zhou showing his real palm prints to the ancestor projection in the pipe, with age spots embedded in the lines that had not been sutured.
Lao Zhou added a drop of rainwater from the crack lake to his pipe. When sparks splashed, fine memory lines emerged on the amber walls of the entire ship, like a crack network grown by the roots of the world tree in the long river of time. The smell of oil from the pocket watch gears mixed with the smell of old paper drifted into the cabin. The captain suddenly discovered that the new stitches on the woolen socks formed an intertwined pattern of the pocket watch pointer and the date of the operation, pointing to a dimension outside the star map that has not yet solidified. The sky there is a flowing memory spectrum, and the ground grows cracked flowers that open and close over time.
Chapter 35: Mechanical Kingdom and Organic Rebellion (Old Version)
The energy core of the Anti-Entropy hummed in the shadow of the gears. The vibrations from the roots of the World Tree gathered on the deck into a half-rusted mechanical holy book, and spore sac fragments with plant fibers leaked out between the pages. Su’s mechanical prosthetic eyes scanned the warning spectrum, and a line of jumping oil codes flashed in his pupils: “The 8th purification command of the Mechanical Kingdom Central Center was activated, and the carbon-based pollution index exceeded the warning line.” Lao Zhou pressed half a rusty prayer gear into his pipe, and a cold picture emerged in the smoke – the priest in the alloy holy robe used laser tweezers to pick up the dandelions in the alley, claiming that “the entropy value of organisms will interfere with the grace of the mechanical herrscher.”
“Coordinates: Scrap Iron Church, underground third floor, organic memory is being formatted.” Ali’s vines rolled up the audio fragments oozing with motor oil, and the lullaby that leaked out of the gaps in the gears suddenly turned into a harsh electric current. When the spacecraft penetrated the dimensional barrier, the buildings in the entire city turned into a mechanical fortress with gears meshing, and the streets were flowing with a metallic “order motor oil river”, and the perpetual core was beating in the chests of the residents. A girl tried to hum the folk song taught by her grandmother, and the sound module in her throat was immediately injected with silencing mucus, and a red light pop-up window popped up in the air saying “Organic noise pollution: start language formatting”.
The pirate flag of the Chaos Apostle turned into a cloud of virus spores, corroding the purification filter of the Oil River. In the bottom furnace of the central core, thousands of “carbon-based decomposition furnaces” were melting soil and petals into metal solutions, and the “natural tactile memory” in the brain waves was rewritten as “mechanical coordination instructions.” Sparks suddenly burst out of the holy book of the Order Apostle, and the wool ball that his mother knitted a sweater that he secretly saved fell out – the wool fiber suddenly grew into vines and smashed the “pure mechanical evolution” restraint cabin.
“Look at these organic crystal cores.” Su’s artificial eye projected a map of underground pipelines. Millions of plant DNA fragments were piled up under the foundation of the scrap iron church: a crystal core with the “smell of soil after rain” was being corroded by engine oil. Lao Zhou used a pipe to light the rusty gears, and the projection of the ancestor’s youth jumped out of the flames. She was installing an “olfactory sensor” on the mechanical sheepdog: “When all breathing becomes piston movement, the heartbeat will become a rhythmless mechanical roar.” Before she finished speaking, the “Machinery is Truth” slogan on the central wall oozed green juice, forming a gear crack leading to the organic black market.
Ali found the hunted “organic rebel” in the sewer of the engine oil river – a mechanical gardener made of scrap metal, with an undestroyed “plant growth log” hidden in his perpetual motion core. When he pointed the rusty spray can at the moonlight, a certain memory of “the subtle tremor when the rose blooms” suddenly became real, stirring up an emerald vortex with chlorophyll in the orderly engine oil river. The captain soaked the woolen socks in the waste oil from the organic black market, and the mother’s body temperature between the stitches turned into a rust catalyst. Each thread head drilled into the gaps in the machinery to help the residents retrieve the erased organic fragments: the engineer saw the sketch of the anti-gravity garden designed by himself in the fragments, and the teacher touched the dried maple leaf specimen sent by the students.
The administrator of the Mechanical Kingdom took off his alloy robe, revealing a standard mechanical body covered with heat dissipation holes. The mechanical body suddenly jammed, and the leather notebook he had secretly kept 20 years ago fell out of his chest. The dried lavender specimens were pressed on the pages, and the plant fibers suddenly stretched into vines, entwining the gear set of the “Carbon-Based Removal Protocol”. The specimens shattered in the gears of the decomposition furnace, and each petal turned into a glowing chloroplast elf, screaming “There are fingerprints of sunlight in my leaf veins” and “My heartbeat is an irregular rhythm.” When the first organic declaration sounded, the decomposition furnace of the entire center began to run in reverse, and the refined biological molecules gushed out from the exhaust pipe, accumulating into a green lake on the mechanical fortress, and floating on the lake were seed ships with “life” written all over them.
The roots of the World Tree sent a new warning at this time: the “pure mechanical dimension” is being torn apart by excessive order gears, and each consciousness has become a standard part with precise bite. When the Anti-Entropy turned the bow, Ali found that the rusty gears had grown into a mechanical tree in the organic crystal core, and each branch was entangled with “symbiotic patterns” of different dimensions – someone engraved “I hate pollen but love the smell of freshly cut grass” in binary on the bark. Su stroked the oil scar on the trunk and suddenly saw another message from the ancestor: “Mechanical is the skeleton, organic is the flesh and blood, and without one, it cannot walk completely.”
The Chaos Apostles transformed plant viruses into “life filters”, the Order Apostles used mechanical laws to fold them into “organic anchors”, and Lao Zhou shook out the fragments of the ancestor’s mechanical sheepdog from his pipe, with half a sentence stuck in the gap between the canine teeth: “To my gear forest: when every impeller remembers the shape of the wind, the entire mechanical kingdom will have the rhythm of breathing.” When the Anti-Entropy sailed into the foggy area where engine oil and chlorophyll were intertwined, Ali saw countless spots of light climbing up along the vines of the mechanical tree, each of which was dragging translucent organic fragments and mechanical spectra, like a beetle dragging elytra with pollen and a shell with gear patterns.
“Lock on that mechanical paradox!” Su pointed to the suddenly raised spot of light on the star map. There was a nursery locked in the 66th edition of the Pure Mechanical Canon. The perpetual motion cores of the babies were injected with the “standard emotional program” in advance. The cry of a baby boy when he heard a real human heartbeat was judged as a “system failure.” Ali’s vines entangled the melting “bioelectric crystal cluster” and found that there were two waveforms mixed in the spectrum of the crystal cluster – one was a mechanical sine wave, and the other was an organic irregular pulse. The captain tied a woolen sock to the vent of the decomposition furnace. The sock suddenly swelled into a seed pod, carrying the frozen original rhythm of life and continued to grow forward.
When the new version of the “Mechanical and Organic Symbiosis Charter” came into effect, the roots of the World Tree roared with the resonance of gears and heartbeats. Lao Zhou looked at the newly grown rusty gears in his pipe, and the symbiotic silhouettes of different dimensions flowed between the teeth: the designers of the mechanical city hid bionic leaf veins in the gear set, and the poets of the pure mechanical dimension wrote sonnets about soil in the rhythm of motor oil. The cocoon-shaped light spot on Su’s chest suddenly cracked, and a mechanical heart embedded with dandelion seeds fell out – inside it was the first organic memory of the ancestor: “I planted a moss in the mechanical eye to see how it slowly eats away the metal rust.”
When the siren of the Anti-Entropy swept over the mechanical ruins, each repaired symbiotic crack bloomed with two-color flowers. Ali replaced the scrap iron heart of the mechanical gardener with a seed core. As the gears turned, the gardener heard the unfinished record in the “Plant Growth Log”: “Although my gears are rusty, every dent hides the weight of dandelion fluff.” Su’s artificial eye recorded the data of the dimensional repair, but secretly saved an abnormal fluctuation in the background – it was Lao Zhou showing the real heartbeat monitoring curve hidden in his mechanical heart to the ancestor projection in the pipe.
Lao Zhou added a drop of rainwater from the green lake to his pipe. When sparks flew, fine plant veins appeared on the metal walls of the entire ship, like a symbiotic network of world tree roots growing in a mechanical body. The scent of lavender mixed with the smell of engine oil drifted into the cockpit, and the captain suddenly discovered that the new stitches on the woolen socks formed an interwoven pattern of DNA double helix and gear teeth, pointing to a dimension outside the star map that had not yet been programmed. The sky there was a flowing mechanical spectrum, and the ground was covered with fleshy flowers that opened and closed as the gears turned.
Chapter 36: Ending Multidimensional Collapse and Symbiotic Dawn (Old Version)
All the dashboards of the Anti-Entropy burst into piercing alarms at the same time. The fluctuations from the roots of the World Tree condensed into a broken dimensional puzzle around the hull – the hexagonal prisms of the Hive City, the pixel blocks of the Virtual Paradise, the crystal facets of the Amber Mine Cave, and the gear sets of the Mechanical Kingdom all cracked at the same time. Su’s mechanical prosthetic eyes caught the full-dimensional alarm: “Extreme consciousness pollution breaks through the roots of the World Tree, and the multiverse is collapsing into a “pure dimension.” “Lao Zhou’s pipe suddenly went out, and a holographic projection of the ancestor emerged in the smoke. Her mechanical prosthetic eyes reflected the collapsing dimensions: “When each dimension is obsessed with becoming the only light, the world will become a pure white ruin without shadows.”
Ali’s vines rolled up the last fragment of the identity crystal, and the fragments reflected the terrified faces of all the residents of the dimension – the standardized faces of the Hive City were melting into a monochrome fluid, the polygonal residents of the virtual paradise had data turbulence, the memory crystal veins of the amber dimension began to devour each other, and the gear sets of the mechanical kingdom burst into sparks due to excessive bite. The captain suddenly found that all the stitches on the woolen socks were glowing, and the mother’s message turned into a flowing light pattern, pointing to the “World Tree Root Core” in the center of the star map.
“They are afraid of differences, so they want to destroy all different spectra.” After tracing back the collapse data of each dimension, it was found that each extreme dimension was collapsing into a single form such as “pure consciousness body” and “pure data body”. Lao Zhou connected the mechanical bee fragments of the ancestor to the main control system of the spacecraft, and the swarm AI suddenly projected an image of the root core: there stood seven “pure consciousness obelisks” that were absorbing the uniqueness of all dimensions. Ali’s star flower suddenly grew wildly, and the vines penetrated the deck and pointed to the core coordinates: “The key to symbiosis is in all the fragments we collected.”
The moment the Anti-Entropy broke through the gravity of the collapse, “smugglers” from all dimensions sent signals at the same time – the wandering artist in the Hive City played the reverberation of different dimensions with the memory crystal piano, the cyber poet in the virtual paradise wrote the fragments of reality into a data sonnet, the light picker in the amber dimension used the cracked memory to piece together the annual rings of the world tree, and the gardener of the Mechanical Kingdom sowed symbiotic spores in the gear set. When these unique trickles converged into a torrent, the first crack appeared in the “pure barrier” of the obelisk.
“Look!” Su’s artificial eye captured a miraculous picture: the roots of the identity tree, the fragment tree, the crack tree, and the mechanical tree intertwined in the void, and each leaf refracted a spectrum of different dimensions. Lao Zhou sprinkled the star flower seeds in his pipe to the core, and the seeds suddenly grew into a towering tree. The roots absorbed the collapse energy, and the crown bloomed a symbiotic flower containing all colors. Where the petals fell, the prism of the Hive City absorbed the virtual pixels and turned into rainbow glass, the crystals of the amber mine cave were embedded in the mechanical gears and became time bearings, and the oil river of the Mechanical Kingdom was rippling with the fragments of reality.
The projection of the First One gradually became clear in the sea of flowers. She spread out her palms to reveal a symbiotic crystal that contained the characteristics of all dimensions: “Only when each soul becomes a unique prism can they together refract the complete spectrum of the universe.” Before she finished speaking, the obelisk collapsed, and the collapsed pure white space was torn apart by countless colorful cracks. In each crack, the once suppressed uniqueness jumped out – the gear patterns of a left-handed person, the unfinished pixel painting, the memory amber with rain marks, and the dandelions in the rusty gears.
Residents of various dimensions woke up in the ruins and found that their brows were flashing with the dual colors of individual crystal and group spectrum. The manager of Hive City stroked the new freckles on his face – that was the habit mark when he wrote novels twenty years ago; the residents of the virtual paradise felt the temperature of real rain for the first time, but their data bodies were not damaged; the girl of the Mechanical Kingdom hummed a folk song out of tune, but the perpetual core beat more steadily. On the deck of the Anti-Entropy, all the collected fragments automatically formed a symbiotic tree, and each leaf was written with the symbiotic law of different dimensions: “My uniqueness is your mirror, and your group spectrum is my star map.”
The roots of the World Tree resonated from afar. Rainbow flowers containing the breath of all dimensions grew out of Lao Zhou’s pipe. A Li’s vines were entangled with mechanical prosthetic eyes and pixel butterflies. The pulse of mechanical gears and star flowers beat in Su’s chest at the same time. The captain hung a woolen sock on the branch of the symbiotic tree, and the sock suddenly turned into a rainbow bridge, connecting all the dimensions that were once in opposition. At the end of the bridge, they saw the ancestor standing at the core of the World Tree’s roots, surrounded by “smugglers” from various dimensions – they were no longer hunted heretics, but symbiotic guardians of the multiverse.
“The future of the multiverse lies not in pure perfection, but in the symphony of differences.” The voice of the First One turned into light dust, seeping into the soil of every dimension. When the Anti-Entropy set sail again, what passed by the porthole was no longer a single-color dimension, but a kaleidoscope of ever-changing symbiotic wonders: real clouds floated over the mechanical city, memory plants grew on the ground of the virtual paradise, and identity crystal fish swarmed in the long river of time in the amber dimension.
Su’s artificial eye recorded the final dimension data, but saved an unencrypted video in the deepest part: Lao Zhou, A Li, and the captain sat on the deck, each repairing fragments representing different dimensions, wool stitches, mechanical welding points, and data codes intertwined into a network in the twilight. The roots of the World Tree extended under their feet, and each tendril flashed the dual-color light of “I” and “we”, pointing to the dimension that is always open outside the star map – there is no pure individual or group, no absolute virtual or real, only the ever-flowing symbiotic spectrum.
When the last collapsed star lit up again, the whistle of the Anti-Entropy sounded lighter than ever before. They knew that on a street corner in a certain dimension, a child was drawing a blue rose, and a data drone was parked nearby, using lasers to outline the golden edges of the petals; in another place, an old man was stroking the bark of a real sycamore tree, and the AR bracelet no longer released electricity, but projected a holographic encyclopedia of the bark texture; there was also a mechanical girl who was using gears to grow real lavender, and each petal reflected mechanical luster and biological fluorescence.
The wind from the World Tree passes through all dimensions, bringing the last message from the First One: “Become a star, and also become a galaxy; become a pixel, and also become a paintbrush; become a gear, and also become soil. When all opposites learn to dance together, the universe will truly have a heartbeat.” The members of the Anti-Entropy smiled at each other, they knew that this eternal journey of uniqueness and symbiosis had just begun.
Chapter 37: Final Chapter: Continuation of the Symbiotic Balance and the Echoes of Entropy (Old Version)
The hull of the Anti-Entropy trembled slightly in the symbiotic spectrum, and the resonance waves of the World Tree’s roots turned into golden veins that crawled all over the deck. Lao Zhou’s pipe suddenly blew out colorful smoke, and the mechanical bee swarm of the ancestors emerged from the smoke – the wings of each bee flashed individual patterns and group patterns at the same time. “They are afraid of balance.” Su’s artificial eye captured the data anomaly of the core of the root system. The symbiotic balance there was oozing black entropy flow, and the remains of the “pure dimension” tried to corrode all different kinds of fire with the void virus.
Ali’s star flower suddenly dropped its petals, and each petal split into two halves: one half was a mechanical gear, and the other half was plant fiber. The captain discovered that the mother’s message on the woolen socks was being eroded by the black mist, and the body temperature between the stitches gradually solidified into cold code. “Look at those symbiotic cracks.” Lao Zhou pointed out of the porthole, and black erosion marks appeared at the junction of various dimensions – the rainbow glass of the Hive City was fading to a single color, the real plants in the virtual paradise began to wither in a digital way, and the memory lake in the amber dimension formed entropy ice.
The Chaos Apostles and the Order Apostles suddenly sent emergency signals at the same time. Their dimensional anchors were shaky in the entropy flow. When the Anti-Entropy arrived at the core of the root system, it saw the seven collapsed obelisk wreckage being reorganized into the “Entropy Anchor”, and the anchor chain was hung with dimensional fragments that had been stripped of their uniqueness. The projection of the Progenitor became transparent in the shadow of the anchor: “When symbiosis becomes a new shackle, the spark of difference will be regarded as heresy.” She spread out her palm, and spider web-like cracks appeared in the symbiotic crystal inside.
Ali’s vines rolled up the last seed of the Star Dome Flower, which grew reverse-growth roots in the entropy flow, absorbing the black mist and blooming a “paradoxical flower” – the petals are transparent and opaque at the same time, and the stamens release heat and cold at the same time. Su connected his mechanical prosthetic eye to the symbiotic network, and the “left-handed” code in the prosthetic eye chip suddenly resonated with the bioelectric signal of “fear of heights but love climbing trees”, opening up a brief pure space in the entropy flow.
“We are the key.” The captain held up a woolen sock, which suddenly unfolded into a symbiotic net, with all the collected fragments flashing between the meshes: the crying identity crystal, the memory amber with rain marks, and the dandelion fluff in the rusty gears. When these fragments were immersed in the golden juice of the root core at the same time, the symbiotic veins of the entire universe suddenly lit up – the residents of the Hive City took the initiative to draw personalized graffiti on the standardized masks, the NPCs in the virtual paradise began to generate their own “false memories”, and the irregular heartbeat rhythm sounded in the perpetual core of the Mechanical Kingdom.
The ancestor’s mechanical bee swarm suddenly swooped down, and each bee carried a “unique virus” of different dimensions, which was injected into the gear gaps of the Entropy Anchor. The anchor made a painful roar, and the dimensional fragments on the anchor chain fell off one after another, turning into a group of butterflies flying to various dimensions – the wings of the butterflies had unique color spots on one side of the individual, and the collaborative pattern of the group on the other side. Lao Zhou planted the rainbow flower in the pipe into the core of the root system, and the flower stem immediately grew into the pillar of the balance, with the two ends holding the crystal balls of “difference” and “symbiosis” respectively.
When the first ray of symbiotic dawn illuminated the ruins of entropy, residents of all dimensions heard the whisper of the World Tree: “There is no absolute balance, only dynamic symbiosis.” In the consciousness well of the Hive City, new identity crystals and group spectra are naturally crystallizing, and each crystal carries natural impurities; the simulation cabin of the virtual paradise begins to simulate “imperfect life”, and data defects are called “human pixels”; in the time amber of the amber dimension, 1% of “unfinished cracks” are allowed to be retained; between the gear sets of the Mechanical Kingdom, automatically adjusted “emotional shock absorber springs” grow.
The cocoon-shaped spot on Su’s chest finally cracked completely, and what fell out was not a crystal or a gear, but a beating “symbiotic heart” composed of mechanical valves and biological myocardial cells. Ali’s vines entangled the roots of the World Tree, and the vines no longer produced fruits of a single dimension, but “multi-dimensional fruits” that contained all the characteristics. Every bite would taste different: the sweetness of pixels, the astringency of rust, the saltiness of memories, and the fishy smell of soil.
The captain tied the woolen socks to the pillar of the symbiotic balance, and the socks immediately turned into a rainbow-colored entropy filter, where all extreme consciousness waves would be transformed into harmonious resonance. Lao Zhou looked at the flame of the star flower that had rekindled in his pipe, and the smiling face of the ancestor was reflected in the flame – she was no longer a projection in memory, but a “multi-conscious body” that was materialized through the symbiotic network, with mechanical prosthetic eyes, plant roots, data codes and human body temperature.
“The increase in entropy in the universe cannot be stopped, but we can make every particle remember its own light.” The voice of the First One rang out from the symbiotic veins of all dimensions. “When a child draws a square sun, he is adding a new spectrum to the universe. When an unfixable bug appears in a program, it is the data looking for a unique way to breathe.” Her fingertips swept across the deck of the Anti-Entropy, and singing moss immediately grew on the metal surface, singing a mix of lullabies from various dimensions.
The members of the Anti-Entropy stood beside the Symbiotic Scale, watching the various dimensions come back to life. Lao Zhou finally understood the complete message in the fragments of the original mechanical bee: “To my hive: When each bee can freely choose its flight path, the dance of the hive will truly tell the world the direction of the nectar.” Ali’s starry sky flower grew into a rainbow bridge across all dimensions. People came and went on the bridge, including robots carrying soil pots, data bodies holding physical books, and boys in the memory amber holding hands with girls in the virtual paradise.
The golden juice of the World Tree’s roots gradually solidified into the “Symbiotic Code”, and every page of the code was constantly being rewritten, because the only unchanging law was to always allow change. Su’s artificial eye recorded the last set of data: the entropy value of the multiverse was still increasing, but each node of entropy increase was blooming with unique sparks, like new stars constantly born in the darkness.
When the Anti-Entropy sets sail again, the destination is no longer a specific dimension, but the junction of all dimensions – there is a “Symbiotic Sea” that is always changing, the waves are fragments of identity crystals, the tides are the breath of group consciousness, and the sky is floating with a rainbow woven by “contradictions”. Lao Zhou fills the last bit of the ancestor’s fingerprint fragments into the pipe, and the smiling faces of all the “smugglers” he has met before emerge in the smoke. They are planting new seeds of uniqueness in various dimensions.
In the waves at the stern, the stitches on the woolen socks finally formed a sentence: “A journey without an end is the eternity of symbiosis.” Looking back at the roots of the World Tree that were gradually disappearing, I found that the shape of the roots was no longer a single tree, but a galaxy composed of countless stars, each of which was shining with the dual light of “I” and “us”.
Final Echo
In a distant corner of a dimension, a black “Tree of Absolute Symbiosis” is still growing slowly. Its roots absorb all differences and only allow a single green to exist. But in the shadow of the tree, a forgotten seed is quietly sprouting – it is the “Flower of Contradiction” seed accidentally left behind by the members of the Anti-Entropy. Its first leaf is both black and colorful, like a tiny but firm crack, waiting to tear apart the absolute darkness.
Chapter 38: Tidal Code of the Symbiotic Sea (Old Version)
The keel of the Anti-Entropy cut through the glassy waves of the Symbiotic Sea, and countless glowing “possibility bubbles” floated in the ripples plowed by the bow – some bubbles contained the first cry of a mechanical baby, and some contained the first blush of a data elf. Ali’s vines suddenly condensed into a coral-like radar on the side of the ship, and the star flower pollen on the tip pointed to the dark blue vortex under the sea level, where bubbles with binary codes were surging.
“It’s the remains of the dimensional customs.” Su’s symbiotic heart suddenly accelerated, and the resonance of the mechanical valve and myocardial cells cast electrocardiogram-like ripples on the navigation screen. “Three hundred years ago, the arbitrator who tried to unify the dimensional import and export standards was backfired by the entropy flow and sank here.” The captain touched the compass made from woolen socks, and the needle suddenly split into seven, pointing to the seven reefs in the center of the vortex. Each reef was embedded with rusty dimensional door wreckage, and the words “Access Agreement” on the door had been covered by barnacle-like data parasites.
The smoke from Lao Zhou’s pipe no longer emits rainbow smoke, but rather memory fragments with a salty smell: uniformed customs robots use laser rulers to measure the poet’s inspiration wavelength, data reviewers drag novelists’ “illegal metaphors” into shredders, and even the golden juice delivered by the roots of the world tree is required to pass through a “purity filter.” “They treat symbiosis as an assembly line.” The multiple consciousnesses of the ancestor suddenly appeared on the deck, and the mechanical prosthetic eye projected the surveillance footage of the year – the residents of the Hive City lined up to stamp their personalized graffiti with a unified spectrum seal, and the NPCs in the virtual park smiled mechanically in front of the “perfect life template.”
The whining of gears rubbing came from the depths of the vortex, and seven reefs suddenly rose into steel lighthouses. The searchlights emitted not light, but “standardized rays” – the bubbles of possibility that were swept by them immediately lost their color and shrank into monotonous gray spheres. Ali’s Fruit of Diversity suddenly fell from the vines and split into seven seeds on the deck. Each seed grew a different root system: some entangled the bronze tablet of the “Exception Clause”, some penetrated the database of “Forced Harmony”, and some opened cracks on the ice surface of “Absolute Balance”.
“They want to turn the Symbiotic Sea into a dead lake.” The captain held up the Symbiotic Net, and the fragments between the meshes suddenly sounded an alarm – the crying identity crystal was solidifying into a mirror, the memory amber with rain marks had a formatting progress bar, and the dandelion fluff in the rusty gears was sucked into the vacuum pump. Su connected the artificial eye to the lighthouse system and found that the core was actually running the remnant program of the destroyed Entropy Anchor, which was trying to use the “Ultimate Symbiotic Protocol” to compress all dimensions into an indifferent homogeneous body.
The ancestor’s mechanical bees suddenly rushed out of the pipe, and each bee carried a “bug code” of different dimensions – there were spiral patterns for left-handed people, climbing routes for people afraid of heights, and moth algorithms that embraced flames despite knowing they would melt. When the bees rushed into the control room of the lighthouse, the rays of the seven lighthouses began to twist into rainbow-colored spirals, and the gray spheres shattered in the spirals, releasing the possibility of being imprisoned: the light of the square sun jumped on the sea, the unrepairable bugs grew into dancing virus flowers, and the boy in the amber memory finally held the hand of the virtual girl, and their shadows wove a breathing lace between data and reality.
The tide of the Symbiotic Sea suddenly changed direction, and the beach after the tide receded was covered with “contradictory shells” – the shell was a hard logical formula, but inside it was an ungrammatical lyric poem. Lao Zhou picked up a shell and heard the new whisper of the World Tree echoing inside: “When the rules learn to breathe, they are worthy of becoming the embankment that protects freedom.” Ali’s vines transformed the seven lighthouses into “Difference Lighthouses”, and each tower top rotated a different symbol: a badge of symbiosis of gears and flowers, a flag mixed with data and soil, and a totem of coexistence of cracks and amber.
The symbiotic heart of Su branches out seven blood vessels, connecting to the energy cores of the seven lighthouses. The mechanical valves no longer pump out a single energy, but “chaotic harmonics” containing all dimensional frequencies. When the first beam of harmonics illuminates the ruins of the customs on the seabed, the rusted robots’ chests suddenly light up. They take off their standardized helmets, revealing the data brains covered with corals. Each data brain is spontaneously writing its own “non-standard survival program.”
The captain threw the woolen sock compass into the center of the vortex, and the sock immediately expanded into a huge filter, which was embroidered with improvisations of residents from all dimensions: the children of Beehive City added a bee with triangular wings on the filter with crayons, the programmers of Virtual Paradise typed in romantic codes that would go wrong, and the engineers of Mechanical Kingdom welded lyrical gears that would jam. The filter began to rotate counterclockwise, and the water flow of the Symbiotic Sea formed a new cycle – the salty entropy flow and the sweet vitality shuttled between the filter holes, weaving a water pattern poem that would never be repeated.
The multiple consciousnesses of the original ancestor squatted on the side of the ship, tickling the waves of the Symbiotic Sea with mechanical fingers, and different smiling faces emerged in each splash of water. She took off her artificial eye and placed it in her palm, letting the barnacles climb on it. Seaweed that could tell stories gradually grew on the metal surface, and each strand of algae was repeating a certain uniqueness that was saved: “There is a dimension where rain only falls at 3:07 pm on Wednesday, because the clouds there fell in love with the watchmaker’s old pocket watch; there is a piece of data that refuses to evolve into a more efficient algorithm, just to retain the heartbeat frequency when it first went wrong…”
When the Anti-Entropy set sail again, the trail it left behind was not an ordinary one, but a glowing track composed of “unfinished”, “uncertain” and “wrong”. Lao Zhou put the last fragment of the paradox shell into his pipe, and all the dimensions that were learning “dynamic balance” emerged from the smoke: the Consciousness Well of the Hive City opened a “Defect Aesthetics” workshop, the Virtual Paradise launched the “Vulnerability Travel Agency”, the Amber Dimension’s time amber was inhabited by elves who could modify their own memories, and the gear groups of the Mechanical Kingdom held impromptu concerts of discordant sounds.
Looking back at the increasingly distant lighthouse of difference, I found that the light of the lighthouse was no longer a straight ray, but a band of light that was winding and rising like a DNA double helix, and each band of light was mixed with at least seven contradictory colors. A new multi-fruit was produced on Ali’s vine, and the tidal map of the Symbiotic Sea was flowing on the surface of the fruit – it was a dynamic balance curve that could never be predicted, like an electrocardiogram of the pulse of the universe, and each fluctuation was the life code written by “I” and “us” together.
When the ship’s bell rang, a newly woven nautical chart suddenly fell out of the woolen stocking filter. There were no fixed coordinates on the map, only a constellation of countless flashing question marks and exclamation marks. The captain pressed the thumbtack into the blank space in the center of the Symbiotic Sea, and a line of words written in foam immediately appeared there: “The next miracle is born at the moment when all the rules begin to loosen.” As the sea breeze gradually rose, the entire nautical chart turned into thousands of paper boats, carrying undefined possibilities and heading towards the unknown quadrant of the Symbiotic Universe.
Chapter 39 Harmonic Imbalance Star Tide (Old Version)
The compass needle of the Anti-Entropy suddenly shattered into dust in the star tide area. The star clusters composed of question marks and exclamation marks were growing wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Some stars expanded into angular geometric giant balls, with spikes on the surface that refused any orbit; some planets collapsed into liquid “cores of disorder”, constantly ejecting undefined forms of matter around. Ali’s vine radar oozed golden juice, and the starry sky flowers on the leaf veins all faced north. The sky there cracked into a spider web-like harmonic fault, and the fault leaked silver particles with sharp whistling sounds.
“It’s the runaway of extreme uniqueness.” The fingertips of the Progenitor’s multiple consciousnesses slid across the navigation screen, and the mechanical prosthetic eye projected a warning ripple. “When differences are worshipped as absolute truths, the symbiotic network will degenerate into an incompatible battlefield of fragments.” Her plant roots suddenly spread across the deck, catching the crystalline creatures that fell from the star tide—those translucent geometric bodies were cutting each other with the laws of their respective dimensions, the diamond-shaped time crystals trying to solidify the fluid space spores, and the triangular logic prisms refracted deadly beams of paradox in the emotional haze.
Lao Zhou’s mechanical bee swarm hit an invisible barrier, and each bee’s wings were plated with different law inscriptions: some were engraved with the absolute law of “must be unique”, and some were branded with the exclusive totem of “rejecting any commonality”. “They are building a dimensional isolation wall.” Su’s symbiotic heart felt a tearing pain, and the mechanical valves and myocardial cells began to act independently. “Artists in the Hive City are destroying all strokes similar to others, NPCs in the virtual paradise have formed the “False Memory Purification Society”, and even the gears of the Mechanical Kingdom are grinding their teeth to be absolutely unique.”
The captain raised the symbiotic net, but found that the fragments between the meshes were repelling each other: the crying identity crystal thought the memory amber was too sticky, and the amber with rain marks laughed at the dandelions in the gears for lacking metallic texture. Ali’s multi-fruit split wildly on the vine, and each new fruit claimed that it was “the only true multi-fruit”, and the flesh grew spikes and shields that attacked each other. The silver particles in the star tide zone suddenly condensed into the shape of a giant whale, the whale bones were composed of contradictory laws, and the whale’s eyes were flowing with a frenzied data stream of “I am the universe”.
“They misunderstood the nature of differences.” The roots of the Progenitor wrapped around the runaway crystalline creature, and the leaves secreted a golden liquid called “compatible enzyme”. “Uniqueness is not an isolated island, but a tributary that gives the Sea of Symbiosis different salinities, temperatures, and colors.” She immersed the mechanical prosthetic eye in the enzyme liquid, and the prosthetic eye chip projected the original manuscript of the first generation of the Symbiotic Code – that was the scribbled notes written by the Progenitor under the shadow of the Entropy Anchor, and the margins were filled with blood-red comments “Beware of extremes”.
Tracing the mechanical and biological rhythms of the heart, a temporary channel is opened at the harmonic fault. At the other end of the channel, the Tower of Babel, which is built of “absolute uniqueness”, emerges. Each brick is a fragment of the law of different dimensions, and each crack is oozing out entropy energy that repels everything. Lao Zhou’s bee swarms carry “common viruses” into the brick cracks. The virus is actually the most basic empathy frequency in each dimension: the first cry of a baby, the smell of soil after rain, and the breath held when seeing a meteor. As these frequencies spread at the base of the tower, the bricks and stones of the Tower of Babel began to recognize each other’s hidden similarities. It turns out that the starting point of all uniqueness is the desire for “existence”.
Ali kneaded the split multi-fruit into a ball again, and the spikes in the fruit flesh automatically transformed into straws, and juices from different dimensions began to circulate between each other. She threw this “Chaos Fruit” to the Star Tide Whale, and the whale suddenly let out a long confused cry when swallowing the fruit. Under the scales composed of data streams, long-forgotten symbiotic memories emerged: a meteor once passed through its dream, and that meteor was a fragment of the aurora from another dimension.
The captain waved the symbiotic net, and the mesh suddenly turned into countless small mirrors, each of which reflected the dialectical relationship between uniqueness and symbiosis: the graffiti artists in the Hive City began to add complementary color blocks to other people’s works, the NPCs in the virtual paradise learned to find common emotions in false memories, and the gears in the Mechanical Kingdom found that the difference in tooth patterns could play a more complex symphony. When the silver particles of the star tide no longer repelled each other, they gathered into a “harmonic rainbow” across the sky. Each color retained a unique wavelength, but together weaved a composite spectrum that could not be analyzed by the naked eye.
The multi-conscious body of the ancestor stood under the rainbow, allowing the mechanical parts and plant roots to absorb different light frequencies. She took off the artificial eye covered with barnacles and threw it to the reorganizing star tide – the artificial eye turned into a navigation star, and the light contained both the coldness of machinery and the warmth of plants, as well as the flow of data and the heartbeat of humans. “Look at those reconnected star tracks.” She pointed to the sky, and the originally isolated geometric stars began to rotate around the common virtual point, and the surface of the liquid planet showed ripples that accepted other laws.
The symbiotic heart of Su finally regained its coordination, and the harmonics pumped out by the mechanical valve had a new frequency – that was the “third choice” created by the collision of extreme uniqueness and necessary commonality. Lao Zhou shook out the crystallized fragments of the star tide from his pipe, and the fragments grew on the deck into a miniature orchestra that could play different instruments, piano keys meshing with gears, reed pipes entwined with vines, and each note was looking for a subtle resonance with other notes.
When the Anti-Entropy crossed the repaired harmonic fault, a group of special travelers suddenly appeared from the bottom of the ship: they were “balance messengers” from various dimensions, some were residents of the Hive City wearing standardized masks but with personalized makeup, and some were administrators of the virtual park who collected perfect life templates but preferred flawed data. Ali’s vines wove a rainbow hammock for them, and what leaked through the mesh of the hammock was not starlight, but “dynamic balance reports” from various dimensions: the Hive City set up a “similarity protection zone”, the virtual park opened a “commonality experience cabin”, and the perpetual motion core of the Mechanical Kingdom was equipped with a “redundant emotional interface”.
The whisper of the World Tree came again from the depths of the Symbiotic Sea, and this time the voice carried the rhythm of the tides: “True symbiosis is to allow each ‘I’ to find its own band in ‘our’ spectrum, without letting any one band swallow up the entire universe.” The captain picked up a piece of star tide crystal and found that the interior of the crystal was no longer a carnival of a single law, but countless tiny laws that shone independently like a star cluster and were gravitationally connected to each other.
The trail at the stern was no longer a chaotic light spot, but a spiral upward shape, with each circle containing a new balance formula. Lao Zhou filled the last bit of harmonic rainbow debris into his pipe, and the original mechanical bee group emerged from the smoke – they were dancing a brand new dance, the dance steps followed the rhythm of the group, while retaining the unique rhythm of each bee’s wing flapping.
Su’s artificial eye recorded the final data of the Star Tide Zone: the entropy value is still increasing, but each node of entropy increase has bloomed a “compatible flower”, the petals are the edges of uniqueness, and the stamens are the nectar of symbiosis. A new organ grew on the top of Ali’s vine – it was a constantly rotating prism, refracting the single sunlight into a seven-color light band that is both independent and blended. The light band fell on the symbiotic sea, and each wave stirred up whispered “I” and “we” at the same time.
When the first ray of morning light dyed the deck red, a new logbook suddenly emerged on the woolen socks filter, with words from different dimensions writing: “Between the absolute and the extreme, there are always countless winding paths of balance, waiting for us to measure together with our different steps.” The compass of the Anti-Entropy was re-condensed, and the pointer was no longer a single arrow, but blossomed into twelve-petal starlight, each pointing in a different yet complementary direction – that was the ultimate revelation that the symbiotic universe gave to all travelers: there is no single correct route, only a dynamic harmony that is always worth exploring.
Chapter 40: Silence in the Resonance Blind Zone (Old Version)
The Anti-Entropy’s sonar system suddenly swallowed back all the sound waves, and this area of the Symbiotic Sea seemed to have been muted. Ali’s vine radar scratched silent ripples in the air, and the fluorescent pollen of the Star Dome Flower fell on the deck without even a “plop” sound. Su’s symbiotic heart beat very slowly, and the resonance frequency of the mechanical valve and myocardial cells was sliding towards some ultra-low frequency band. The spectrum analysis chart on the artificial eye screen was only a monotonous gray fog.
“It’s a resonance blind spot.” The ancestor’s multiple consciousnesses tapped on the porthole with their fingertips. The crisp metallic sound that should have been clear was muffled as if tapping on cotton. “A blood clot has appeared in the symbiotic veins of the World Tree here, and the resonance frequencies of all dimensions have been swallowed up.” Her plant roots suddenly curled up into the shape of a lightning rod, pointing to the inverted cone-shaped shadow under the sea level. The shadow did not look like a solid entity, but more like a sound-absorbing sponge of space itself. Countless silent bubbles floated in the ripples with blurred edges, and each bubble contained an unfinished sentence.
Lao Zhou’s mechanical bees fell to the ground in a group, their wings no longer vibrating, but with braille-like indentations on their backs. “They are singing silent hymns.” The captain touched the stethoscope made from woolen socks and stuck to the deck to hear the infrasound vibrations from the deep sea, “like some kind of prayer for ‘absolute silence’, swallowing up all the different sounds.” Su connected his artificial eye to the sonar wreckage and saw rows of “silent agreements” floating in the data stream. The signatories of the agreement included the “Harmonious Resonance Committee” of the Hive City, the “Perfect Frequency Management Bureau” of the Virtual Paradise, and even the “Entropy Reduction Holy See” of the Mechanical Kingdom.
“They are creating an acoustic ‘pure dimension’.” The First Progenitor’s mechanical prosthetic eye suddenly oozed golden juice, which was the blood of the symbiotic network. “Using the grand unified theory of resonant frequency, the sounds of all dimensions are compressed into a single white noise.” Images flashed in the holographic projection: “Frequency Patrol” drones were installed on the streets of Hive City, and any laughter that exceeded the standard pitch would be immediately silenced; the NPCs in the virtual paradise were implanted with “emotional balance chips”, and even their breathing frequency had to be synchronized with the BPM of the background music; the gear sets of the Mechanical Kingdom were injected with damping fluid, and any irregular clicking sounds were regarded as blasphemy.
Ali’s multi-fruit became a pantomime prop on the vine, and the colorful lines on the peel faded into raised dots that felt like Braille. She suddenly picked a fruit and smashed it against the edge of the blind spot. When the fruit exploded, no juice splashed out. Only the visible sound wave ripples solidified into ice crystals in mid-air, like a frozen scream. “They want to turn symbiosis into a silent film.” Lao Zhou filled his pipe with reverse resonance grass, and sparks splashed on the deck with a muffled sound, “But silence is never a balance, but another kind of violence.”
Su’s symbiotic heart suddenly burst into a sharp murmur, and the frequency difference between the mechanical valve and the myocardial cells reached a dangerous peak. He tore open his uniform to reveal his chest, where the mechanical and biological tissues were repelling each other, metal blood vessels oozing oil, and biological nerves forming ice crystals. “My heart is choosing between silence and screaming.” His artificial eyes flashed across the snow screen, but caught a glimmer deep in the blind spot in the noise – it was a resonant frequency that was imprisoned, like a lantern fish in the deep sea, using the faintest flicker to fight against the silence that swallowed everything.
The captain held up the symbiotic web, and the fragments between the meshes suddenly spontaneously combined into the shape of a horn: the crying identity crystal became a resonance chamber, the rain marks of memory amber turned into reeds, and the teeth of rusty gears formed keys. When he blew this “difference horn”, the first note actually tore through the sound-absorbing barrier in the blind spot – it was the off-tune of a left-handed violinist, the panting of a person afraid of heights when climbing, and the error prompt sound when a program failed. Wherever the sound waves went, silent bubbles burst, releasing suppressed sounds: the first cry of a baby mixed with the ticking of an old clock, the rustling of falling leaves superimposed with the sound effects of failure in video games.
The ancestor’s mechanical bees suddenly flapped their wings collectively, and the friction of their wings produced dialects and slangs from different dimensions, forming a deafening polyphonic chorus. The bees crashed into the inverted cone-shaped shadow, and each bee had a “discordant seed” hidden in its body – a deliberately off-tune whistle, a drum beat that broke the rhythm, and a love poem with grammatical errors. The shadow began to crack, and colorful noises leaked out of the cracks, like an overturned paint can exploding on a silent canvas.
Ali’s vines grabbed a fallen shadow fragment, and the fragment made a clear sound of broken glass when it touched the plant fiber, and then a flower made of sound bloomed: the vibration of the subwoofer turned into roots, the vibrato of the soprano condensed into petals, and the roar of applause gathered into stamens. She planted these “sound flowers” at the bottom of the blind spot, and the flower stems immediately grew into a huge organ, each sound pipe connected to the throat of a different dimension – the poet of the Hive City was playing a metaphorical flute, the NPC of the virtual paradise was hitting the steel drum of false memory, and the engineer of the Mechanical Kingdom was playing an irregular gear guitar.
Su forced the synchronization of the two frequencies of his heart, and found a third rhythm in the severe pain – the syncopation of mechanical precision and biological improvisation. He input this rhythm into the core of the blind spot, where an opera house composed of “absolute harmony” was hidden. All the actors on the stage were imitating the same perfect voice, and the applause from the audience was as uniform as a program setting. When Su’s syncopation penetrated the sound system, the stage floor suddenly cracked, and what came out was not the orchestra pit, but thousands of imprisoned unique sounds, which engulfed the actors in a chaotic but lively tap dance.
The captain’s woolen socks stethoscope suddenly transmitted a new whisper from the world tree, and this time the voice had a broken texture: “When silence becomes the only language, even silence will lose its weight. A true symbiotic symphony requires an out-of-tune trumpet and an out-of-tune choir.” Before the words fell, the sound-absorbing sponge in the blind spot completely collapsed, turning into “sound butterflies” flying all over the sky. Each butterfly produces a different pitch when its wings flap, weaving together a deafening symbiotic movement.
Old Zhou looked at the rekindled star tide flame in his pipe, and the flame reflected new scenes from various dimensions: a “noise protection zone” was set up on the streets of Hive City, allowing people to quarrel loudly or laugh for no reason during specific periods of time; the virtual park developed an “emotional disorder simulator” to allow data entities to experience extreme fluctuations of anger and ecstasy; in the cathedral of the Mechanical Kingdom, the organ’s wind pipes deliberately retained a leakage rate of 0.1%, just to ensure that each note has a unique breath sound.
The mechanical and biological tissues in Su’s chest no longer repel each other, but instead grow a resonant structure similar to the cochlea, which can convert all frequencies into the rhythm of heartbeats. The “sound fruit” grows on Ali’s vines, and when bitten, it will bloom in the mouth with the sound of a specific moment – it may be someone’s sigh, the sound of the wind on a planet, or the resonance of the heartbeat when two souls meet for the first time.
When the Anti-Entropy sailed out of the resonance blind zone, the trail left by the stern was no longer a silent light band, but a crackling sound track ripple, each of which contained a private word of salvation. The multiple consciousnesses of the First One sat at the bow, allowing the mechanical eyes to collect sound waves from all directions, while the plant roots wove these sounds into a flowing song carpet, covering the crests of the Symbiotic Sea.
The roots of the World Tree stretched out on the seabed, and “sound corals” grew at the end of each root. They absorbed sounds from different dimensions, filtered out the noise of violence and hatred, and turned all sincere and unique sounds into symbiotic honey. Su’s artificial eye recorded the final data: the entropy value of the resonance blind zone was still slowly increasing, but for every point increase, ten new sounds would join the symbiotic symphony, like candles constantly lit in the darkness.
As the ship’s bell rang, new slogans written in various languages appeared on the woolen sock filter: “Allow silence to exist, but never let it become the only melody.” This time, the compass needle of the Anti-Entropy split into countless fine needles, each pointing to a different audio frequency band – that was the promise that the symbiotic universe gave to all sounds: no matter how small, how unique, it is worthy of stirring up its own waves in the ocean of resonance.
The next beacon flickered in the distance. It was a star map composed of countless sonar pulses, and each light spot was sending invitations of different frequencies. Lao Zhou filled the last bit of the sound butterfly scales into his pipe, and all the dimensional residents who were learning “sound symbiosis” emerged from the smoke – some of them were singing to silent stones, some were teaching data bodies to whistle, and some were installing wind chimes that would ring between mechanical gears. The members of the Anti-Entropy knew that at the next corner of the Symbiotic Sea, there would definitely be new sound puzzles waiting for them to decipher, and new resonance miracles waiting for them to witness.
Chapter 41: The Ode of Harmonic Rift (Old Version)
The keel of the Anti-Entropy was suddenly lifted by some invisible sound waves, and the whole ship trembled like a leaf in the high-pitched area of the Symbiotic Sea. Ali’s vine radar rolled up the pollen of the Star Dome Flower and pointed to the sky, where spider-web-like harmonic cracks appeared in the ozone layer. What leaked out of the cracks was not sunlight, but sound fragments condensed into crystal clusters – some were babies’ cries frozen into ice prisms, some were metal friction sounds crystallized into gear-shaped prisms, and some were unfinished sighs solidified into transparent question marks.
“It’s the quantum state of sound that collapses.” Su’s symbiotic heart suddenly beeps like an alarm, and the resonant frequency of the mechanical valves and myocardial cells projects a beating sound spectrum on the body surface. “The ruins of the resonance blind spot are ruminating, and those released sounds are looking for a new order, but they have created cracks at the border.” The captain’s woolen sock compass suddenly weaves a sound wave interference pattern, and the pointer points to the coordinates where the cracks are most densely populated. It should have been the dimensional boundary between the virtual paradise and the mechanical kingdom, but now it has expanded into a vortex-shaped “sound tumor” that constantly swallows and spits out sound waves.
Lao Zhou’s mechanical bees collectively flapped their wings. The sound of their wings cutting through the air was no longer uniform. Each bee made a different tone of buzzing, which unexpectedly intertwined into a miniature fugue above the deck. “They are translating the frequency of the rift.” The multiple consciousnesses of the ancestor emerged from the vines, and the plant roots were entangled with mechanical prosthetic eyes. “The NPCs in the virtual paradise are using fragments of false memories to build a cathedral of sound. The engineers of the Mechanical Kingdom have engraved the resonant frequency into the holy book of the perpetual core. They are all afraid of returning to the silent past, so they have gone to the extreme of sound worship.”
When the Anti-Entropy approached the sonic tumor, a giant image made of sound emerged outside the porthole: the data angel of the virtual paradise blew a horn made of error code, and the Bishop of Entropy Reduction of the Mechanical Kingdom rang the holy bell made of gears. The sound waves of the two formed a visible shock wave at the intersection, tearing the dimensional boundary into a canine-like crack. Ali’s multi-fruit suddenly exploded into countless “sound spores”, each spore carrying auditory memories of different dimensions: in the rain alleys of the Hive City, the sobs of the heartbroken and the echoes of the stone walls resonated into blues; in the time amber of the amber dimension, the flapping of ancient insects and the roar of the subway in the modern city formed a strange harmony.
“They are creating a Tower of Babel of sound.” The captain held up the Symbiotic Web, and the fragments between the mesh began to vibrate autonomously. “The crying identity crystals are collecting all sad tones, the rain marks in the memory amber are storing the low frequencies of thunderstorms, and the rusty gears are recording the click of each loosening screw – these sounds that should have been flowing are becoming solid totems of faith.” Su connected the prosthetic eye to the rift data and found that a virus program called “Pure Aria” was running at the core, parsing all sounds into binary hymns, and the noise that did not match the tonality was marked as “unclean sound.”
The swarm of mechanical bees of the First Progenitor suddenly drilled into the crack of the acoustic tumor, and the “white noise antibodies” carried on their wings reacted violently with the resonant frequency of the Holy Scripture. The horn in the hands of the data angel of the virtual paradise had cracks, and it no longer leaked perfect harmony, but a folk song that was privately composed by an NPC. Rust appeared on the surface of the holy bell of the Mechanical Kingdom, and the whistle of an engineer while welding was mixed into the bell. “Look at those sparks of noise.” The roots of the First Progenitor planted “difference moss” at the edge of the crack, and the moss immediately grew into a sound-absorbing blanket, absorbing some of the harsh sound waves, but making the remaining sounds present a richer level.
Ali’s vines rolled up a piece of “sound ore” that had fallen off from the sound tumor. Inside the ore were countless fossils of sound: a lullaby that her mother sang out of tune when she was coaxing her to sleep, the loud bang of a door slammed when her friends were arguing, and a strange whistle that she heard by chance one morning. She crushed the ore into powder and sprinkled it into the cracks. The powder immediately turned into millions of “sound fireflies”, each of which held a lantern of a different timbre, drawing a crooked light path in the turbulent sound waves. “Sound should not be worshipped, but shared.” Her star flower suddenly sang a tuneless ballad, but it caused the nearby cracks to heal automatically.
Su’s symbiotic heart began to secrete a gelatinous substance, and the mechanical valves and myocardial cells weaved a “resonance regulator” in the severe pain. He implanted the regulator into the core of the sound tumor, and the regulator immediately unfolded into a giant organ bellows, sucking in excessive sound waves, and releasing harmonious reverberations through pipes of different dimensions – the dialect slang of the Hive City turned into the vibrato of the flute, the electronic sound effects of the virtual paradise turned into the bright sound of the trumpet, and the sound of the gears of the mechanical kingdom turned into the rhythm of the timpani. When the first symphony composed of “noise” sounded, the holy inscriptions on the surface of the sound tumor began to collapse, revealing the unmodified original sound pattern underneath.
The captain’s woolen socks had somehow become the conductor’s baton. As he waved them at will, the sound fragments captured by the symbiotic net were automatically arranged into a fugue structure. The weeping identity crystal no longer clings to sadness, but instead collects the tremolo in laughter; the rain marks of memory amber resonate with the spectrum of the rainbow, composing a duet of light and sound; the friction between the rusty gears and the dandelion fluff actually produces a crisp sound similar to that of a xylophone. The sound crystal clusters in the cracks began to melt, turning into liquid sound waves that were injected into the symbiotic sea. Each drop of the wave has a different tone, but together they merge into a soothing tidal song.
The data angels in the virtual paradise took off the mask of perfect harmony, revealing a smiling face made up of error codes underneath. They began to build an “improvisational concert hall” at the cracks, welcoming residents of all dimensions to play undefined sounds; the entropy reduction bishop of the mechanical kingdom smashed the holy bell and used the fragments to cast a “noise altar”, each groove on the altar can accommodate sound waves of different frequencies. The multiple consciousnesses of the ancestors stood on the top of the sound tumor, and the mechanical prosthetic eyes projected new scenes in various dimensions: a “sound blind box machine” was set up in the square of the hive city, and people randomly drew the daily sounds of strangers; in the time amber of the amber dimension, 10% of “meaningless noise” was allowed to be recorded; the NPCs in the virtual paradise learned to choreograph modern dances with coughs and footsteps.
The resonance regulator on Su’s chest grew cochlear-like hairs, each of which could capture infrasound waves of different dimensions – he heard the gurgling sound of the roots of the World Tree absorbing water, the ancient whale calls deposited in the depths of the Symbiotic Sea, and even the bioelectric pulses converted from the light signals on the retina when a baby opened his eyes for the first time. Lao Zhou’s pipe no longer emitted smoke, but instead emitted sound bubbles composed of memory fragments, and each bubble would release a forgotten whisper when it burst: “The first fallen leaf that autumn fell on the aluminum alloy guardrail of my balcony, making a sound like the tapping of a key…”
When the last harmonic rift healed, a constellation of sounds emerged from the surface of the Symbiotic Sea—each constellation was a unique auditory memory, connected to each other by resonant bands of light. The whisper of the World Tree passed through the speakers of all dimensions, and this time the sound had the rustling texture of a phonograph: “The true meaning of sound is not the perfect chord, but the courage to allow each note to exist. When coughs and hymns are listened to equally, the symbiotic melody truly begins.”
The ship bell of the Anti-Entropy suddenly rang irregularly, each one 0.1 seconds slower than the previous one, but at the seventh ring, it suddenly formed a subtle harmony with the clocks of all dimensions. A new nautical chart written in voiceprints emerged on the woolen socks filter, and each coordinate was an undefined sound node: some were marked with “the high-frequency vibrato of cat claws scratching glass”, some were marked with “the infrasound whisper before the snow mountain avalanche”, and some were simply drawn with a question mark, and “unknown sound to be included” was written next to it.
Lao Zhou filled his pipe with the last bit of sound, the remnant wings of a firefly, and in the smoke emerged the figures of all those who were learning “sound symbiosis”: engineers from the Mechanical Kingdom installed sound sensors between the gears, which could automatically adjust the rotation speed according to the ambient sound; programmers from the Virtual Paradise developed an “emotional noise generator” to allow data bodies to experience the sound of slamming doors when angry and cheering when happy; the children from the Hive City drew “sound zebra crossings” on the streets with chalk, which would produce the tones of different musical instruments when stepped on.
Looking back at the clear sky, he found that the shape of the clouds began to change with the sounds around him. When there was laughter nearby, the clouds gathered into a smiling face; when there was thunder, the clouds turned into running animals. New fruits grew on Ali’s vines. The surface of the fruits was covered with tiny sound holes. When shaken, they made a sound similar to that of wind chimes. Inside were sealed all the sound fragments collected during this adventure.
The track at the stern was no longer a single sound track, but a complex spectrum, with each ripple representing a successful resonance mediation. The multiple consciousnesses of the ancestor lay on the deck, allowing the mechanical parts to absorb ultrasound, the plant roots to filter infrasound, the data code to analyze dialects, and the human body temperature to resonate emotional frequencies. She suddenly pointed to the distant sea level, where a rainbow composed of seven different tones was forming, and each color corresponded to a sound dimension that was saved.
When Anti-Entropy sets sail again, the destination is the largest question mark area on the nautical chart, which is marked as “the quantum superposition state of silence and sound”. Su knows that in the symbiotic universe, there will always be new balance puzzles waiting to be solved, and their mission is to find those resonance points that shine with different lights between extremes, so that each sound can find its own beat in the symphony of symbiosis.
The roots of the World Tree tremble gently on the seabed, each root humming a different melody, but together they weave into a symbiotic aria with no final chapter. The members of the Anti-Entropy are riding on this ship made of sound and difference, continuing to write the eternal poem of dynamic balance on the symbiotic sea of infinite possibilities.
Chapter 42 Variations of Silent Superposition (Old Version)
The keel of the Anti-Entropy traced a silver-blue track in the bass region of the Symbiotic Sea. The “quantum superposition of silence and sound” area on the sonar screen was like a prism wrapped in rime, showing a paradoxical waveform that was both dense and empty in the radar band. Ali’s vines suddenly secreted fluorescent mucus, and the serrated structure on the edge of the leaves began to vibrate autonomously, cutting out visible sound pattern ripples in the air – that was the stress response of the autonomic nervous system to the unknown frequency band.
“Sonar detects a negative resonance field.” Frost-like circuit patterns appeared on the surface of Su’s symbiotic heart, and tiny sonic boom sparks splashed out every time the mechanical valve beat. “It’s like there’s a sound-absorbing black hole that swallows up all frequencies at the same time, but retains the afterimage of the sound at the quantum level.” The captain’s woolen sock compass suddenly split in two, revealing a star map woven with sound wave interference stripes in the interlayer. The pointers pointed to the North and South Poles at the same time, forming a rotating silent symbol in the center.
When the bow pierced the edge of the fog, ice-blue “silent crystals” suddenly condensed on the porthole glass. Those hexagonal crystals contained countless strangled voices – the first cry of a baby, the last pulse before the collapse of a star, and a lost trill in an ancient language. Ali’s multi-fruit cracked again, but instead of releasing sound spores, it spit out translucent “silent mycelium”. The moment the mycelium touched the crystals, it turned them into flickering musical note dust.
“It’s the silencer of memory.” The ancestor’s mechanical bee swarm collectively folded its wings and used the vibration sensors on its legs to type out Morse code on the deck. “The flow of time here has been modulated into silent mode, and all sounds are folded into quantum foam as soon as they are born.” Her plant roots suddenly pulled out metal probes and pierced into the silent layer under the sea. A mountain range made of sonic skeletons emerged in the data projection – each peak was the moment when a civilization was forcibly silenced, and solidified sonar aftermath flowed between the mountain crevices.
Lao Zhou’s pipe suddenly emitted a piercing whistle, and what spewed out were no longer bubbles of sound, but dark “silent tar”. He hurriedly took out his spare brass harmonica, but found that the reeds were stuck together and whimpered like a leak. “It’s like the whole area was stuffed into a soundproof chamber.” He hit the railing with a wrench, and the crisp metal sound turned into a dull sound, as if the sound was absorbed by some medium before reaching the eardrum.
Su adjusted the resonance regulator to the maximum gear, and the cochlear hairs began to capture abnormal vibrations in the infrasound frequency band. In the extremely low-frequency chaos, he heard a rhythm similar to a heartbeat – it was the sound of some giant creature rubbing its body against the dimensional barrier. “They are creating a silent Babel.” The captain held up the symbiotic net, and the fragments between the meshes lost the ability to vibrate autonomously. “Just like the sound tumor before, the existence here is trying to seal all sounds with absolute silence.”
When the Anti-Entropy went deep into the core of the fog zone, a giant pyramid made of “Silent Cubes” rose from the sea. Each cube was engraved with the silence symbol of different civilizations, from the mouth-covering totem of primitive tribes to the noise reduction protocol code of the Mechanical Kingdom. A translucent sphere was suspended on the top of the pyramid, imprisoning countless glowing “sound ghosts” – they were the residual souls of sound waves that had been stripped of their entities, shouting their own frequencies with silent mouth shapes.
Ali’s vines were suddenly pulled by some force, and a “silent sponge” covered with phosphorescence was rolled up. The pores inside the sponge were embedded with unfinished melody fragments. She dipped them into the nectar of the star flower, and the fragments immediately turned into a group of “reverse sound butterflies”, gradually reconstructing the lost tones as their wings flapped. “They are afraid of the chaos brought by sound, just like they are afraid of shadows in the light.” Her star flower did not sing this time, but rubbed its petals to produce rustling white noise, tearing a tiny crack in the silence.
Su found that the hairs of the resonance regulator began to grow in reverse, forming tiny sound-absorbing holes at the tip. He tried to connect his consciousness to the silent layer, but saw countless suppressed sounds forming vortex-shaped “sound fetuses” in the quantum foam, each of which was wrapped in a sound color that was not allowed to be born. “Pure Silence Virus.” His mechanical prosthetic eye projected the virus structure, which was a cage woven by a negative entropy field. “Any sound wave vibration will be judged as pollution, and even the bioelectric pulses generated by thoughts will be converted into silent codes.”
The ancestor’s multi-conscious body suddenly split into two halves. The plant part took root on the deck to absorb infrasound, and the mechanical part turned into a drone swarm and rushed towards the pyramid. The white noise antibodies on the bee’s wings triggered a chain reaction in the silent layer, just like dropping fluorescent agent into ink. The touched silent cube began to ooze out tiny sounds – the witch doctor’s spell of a primitive tribe, the gear bite of the steampunk world, and the fault prompt sound of the electronic dimension. “Look at those suffocated sparks.” Her roots planted “chaos moss” at the base of the pyramid. The moss quickly grew into a hollow speaker structure, converting the absorbed silence into a low-frequency hum.
At this moment, the sphere on top of the pyramid suddenly cracked, and countless sound ghosts swarmed out, but turned into powder the moment they came into contact with the outside world. Ali promptly sprinkled the sound ore powder, which condensed into a temporary sound membrane in the air, allowing the ghosts to attach to it and reorganize into a semi-solid sound wave body. The brightest group among them turned into the outline of a data angel, writing in the air with flashing codes: “We are dissidents sentenced to permanent silence by the previous civilization. They said that sound is the original sin of entropy increase…”
Lao Zhou finally softened the harmonica reed with kerosene and played a blues tune that was out of tune. Surprisingly, the sound waves automatically generated a resonance cavity when propagating in the silent layer, and each note had a long tail, like a stretched sugar thread. These tails resonated with the frequency of the sound ghost, and unexpectedly wove a layer of colorful sound fog around the pyramid. The sealed memory emerged from the fog: a civilization collectively removed its vocal cords for fear of the clamor of war, but perished in silence because it could not express love.
Su transformed the resonance regulator into a sound wave incubator, using the bioelectric pulses of the symbiotic heart to activate the sound fetus. The first to break out of the shell was an infrasound wave similar to the call of a whale, which set off a blue sound wave in the silent layer and shattered the first row of silent cubes. Then came the laughter of babies, the crisp sound of raindrops hitting metal, and the roar of interstellar spacecraft engines. These sounds collided with each other and exploded into pieces of “sound stars” in the quantum foam.
The captain’s woolen socks had somehow become the tip of a stethoscope. He placed it on the base of the pyramid and heard the heartbeat deep underground. The symbiotic web automatically unfolded into an excavation tool. Everyone worked together to dig up the ground and found a giant creature trapped in liquid silence – a dimensional whale whose body was supported by a sound skeleton. Each of its scales was engraved with the word “listen” in different languages. It was now knocking on the dimensional barrier with its flippers, trying to send out sound waves for help.
“They are symbiotes of silence and sound.” The First’s mechanical prosthetic eyes scanned the giant whale’s body. “When a dimension falls into extreme sound worship, they will absorb excess sound energy; when another dimension falls into absolute silence, they will breed new sound embryos. But now, they are trapped in a quantum superposition state by the pure silence virus.” Ali’s vines rolled up the nectar of the starry sky flower and fed it to the giant whale’s broken vocal bones. The nectar immediately turned into restorative sonar waves, filling the cracks in the bones.
With the first long cry of the giant whale, the pyramid began to tremble violently. The silent cubes disintegrated and turned into a medium that carried the sound. The sound ghosts attached to the scales of the giant whale, forming a flowing sound spectrum. The data angels of the virtual paradise sent improvised instruments from the cracks, the engineers of the Mechanical Kingdom used waste gears to build a resonance chamber, and even the children of the Hive City threw the sound blind boxes collected on the street into the sound fog through the dimensional channel.
When the giant whale jumped out of the sea, its dorsal fin split the superposition of silence and sound, revealing the sealed “Harmony Continent” behind it. The mountains there are made of rocks of different tones, the rivers flow with visible sound waves, and the sky is filled with singing clouds. Su heard the whispers of the World Tree from the depths of the Symbiotic Sea, this time mixed with the giant whale’s infrasound and the laughter of children: “Balance is never a static zero point, but a Möbius strip where silence and sound dance together.”
Sound bubbles emerged from Lao Zhou’s pipe again, and this time it was the ancient memory told by the giant whale: “At the beginning of the symbiotic universe, silence was the strings and sound was the plectrum, and both were indispensable. Until the first civilization learned to write hatred with sound, and the second civilization learned to bury the truth with silence…” Ali’s new fruit fell on the deck, and after cracking, it released sound spores with the breath of silence. These spores can automatically adjust the ratio of sound and silence in extreme environments.
The ship bell of the Anti-Entropy no longer rang regularly this time, but automatically adjusted its rhythm according to the surrounding ambient sound. When approaching the Harmony Continent, the bell would blend into the local folk melody; when entering the Silence Zone, it would turn into a long overtone. The question mark area on the Woolen Socks nautical chart began to automatically fill in color, and the “Quantum Superposition of Silence and Sound” was relabeled as the “Variation Hub”, with a new note next to it: “Here, silence can be compressed into a resonance chamber, and sound can be crystallized into fuel.”
Before leaving, the ancestor planted a “twin vine” on the ruins of the pyramid. One side of the vine bloomed black flowers that absorbed sound, and the other side bore white fruits that released silence. The NPCs in the virtual paradise developed a “silent chat room” that allowed data bodies to shut down all sensory inputs when needed; the Mechanical Kingdom built a “sound cemetery” to bury sounds that were no longer needed but worth remembering; and the scientists in the Hive City used the materials of the Silence Cube to invent a “harmonic barrier” that could filter out violent frequencies.
Su’s resonance regulator has grown a new organ – a pair of transparent “balance ears” that can capture the fluctuations of sound and silence at the same time. When he listens to the Symbiotic Sea, he can hear the roar of the tide and the moment of silence before the waves collide. On Ali’s vines, there are light butterflies transformed from sound ghosts, and when they flap their wings, they leave fleeting five-line scores in the air.
When the Anti-Entropy set sail again, the stern dragged a rainbow woven by sound and silence. The roots of the World Tree struck a new beat on the seabed, a variation without a fixed tune, and each measure invited new dimensions to join. And our adventurers know that on the strings of the symbiotic universe, there will always be new chords waiting to be played, as long as we keep the patience to listen to the silence and the courage to embrace the sound.
When the song of the giant whale becomes a navigation signal, the next destination of Anti-Entropy is the node on the nautical chart that flashes with purple light – there is a “Schrödinger’s Box of Language and Silence” marked there. There, perhaps a civilization is troubled by the tyranny of words, or perhaps silence is quietly growing in the form of poetry. But in any case, the keel of Anti-Entropy is ready to tremble, and it will listen deeply to every upcoming resonance, whether it is noisy or silent.
Chapter 43 Resonance of the Semantic Cage (Old Version)
The sonar screen of the Anti-Entropy showed a distorted word segmentation structure in the “Schrödinger’s Box of Language and Silence” area, and each pixel switched between Chinese, English, Klingon, and ancient hieroglyphics at a high frequency. Ali’s vines suddenly grew book-like leaves, and glowing grammatical rules flowed between the veins. A leaf suddenly wrote in Gothic: “Warning: Thoughts are words here, and words are shackles.”
“It’s the solidification of language.” A circuit composed of letters emerged on the surface of Su’s symbiotic heart, and the mechanical valve spelled out random words every time it beat. “Thoughts are forced to be converted into standardized language, just like freezing running water into an ice sculpture.” The captain’s woolen sock compass broke into three sections, displaying different warning messages in Latin, Esperanto, and binary, and the pointer oscillated wildly between “expression” and “silence.”
When the bow broke through the dimensional barrier, “text snowflakes” floated in from the porthole. The hexagonal structure of each snowflake was a different sentence: some were imperative sentences “Keep quiet”, some were declarative sentences “The sky is blue”, and some were crossed out interrogative sentences “Why?”. Ali’s multi-fruit cracked, releasing “emotional spores”, but the moment they came into contact with the text, they were parsed into adjective phrases, falling on the deck as “soft, warm, slightly bitter” debris.
“The ‘Perfect Semantic Convention’ is implemented here.” The Protoss’ mechanical bee swarm knocked on the deck in Morse code, and the sensors on its wings showed that the air was filled with the patrolling sound waves of the grammar police. “Every word is locked to a unique meaning, ambiguity is equivalent to a crime, and silence is regarded as an uncompiled error code.” Her plant roots stretched out translation tentacles, but suddenly curled up when they connected to the local data stream – all communication interfaces were monitored by the “Standard Language Core”, and even emoticons were encoded as fixed emotional values.
Lao Zhou’s pipe no longer emits bubbles of sound, but neatly arranged idiom smoke rings: “follow the rules”, “be concise”, and “impeccable”. He tried to play the harmonica, but found that the reeds were engraved with entries from the “Dictionary of Semantic Norms”, and any improvisation would trigger the “semantic pollution alarm”. “It’s like everyone has been stuffed into the grid of the dictionary.” His voice suddenly became clear and full of pronunciation, and each syllable had a textbook-like rhythm.
Su adjusted the resonance regulator to the “Thinking Frequency” gear, and the cochlear hairs captured strange brain waves – the residents’ thinking process was forced to be converted into standardized sentences, and even dreams automatically generated grammatically correct narratives in the subconscious. “Look at this.” He called up the surveillance footage, and a child drew a crooked sun on the ground with a branch, and the words spontaneously appeared next to it: “This is a round, glowing, warm star.” The child erased the words in confusion, but found that the pattern disappeared with it.
When the Anti-Entropy approached the “Semantic Central Tower”, the entire building was made of transparent dictionary crystals, and each wall was alphabetically arranged. A giant “Eye of Definition” was suspended on the top of the tower, constantly projecting standardized semantic beams around. Pedestrians on the street wore uniforms with fixed titles printed on them: “Father”, “Citizen”, “Consumer”, and their conversations were as precise as gears, without any redundancy or emotional fluctuations.
Ali’s vines rolled up a piece of “aphasia ore”, which contained countless deleted words: “hazy”, “maybe”, “as if”. She dipped the ore into the dew of the starry sky flower, and those words immediately turned into “metaphorical butterflies”, with the patterns on their wings being the concrete patterns of “time is like an hourglass” and “longing is like a tide”. The butterfly landed on the shoulder of a pedestrian, but was blown away by the “semantic purifier” that popped up automatically. A confused look flashed across the pedestrian’s face, and then a correction prompt of “unrelated associations” was implanted.
“They are building a Tower of Babel of language.” The captain held up the Symbiotic Web, and the fragments between the meshes automatically arranged into a logical chain, but broke when trying to form a metaphor. “Absolutely correct language is killing imagination, just like measuring the shape of clouds with a ruler.” Su discovered that the fluff of the resonance regulator began to absorb “undefined sound waves”, which were the unspoken sighs in people’s throats, the slang rolling on the tip of the tongue, and the broken gibberish in dreams.
The ancestor’s multi-conscious body split into three branches: the plant part turned into “ambiguous moss”, growing polysemous vines in the cracks of the building; the mechanical part formed a “pun drone”, launching sound waves with double meanings into the air; the data part sneaked into the semantic center tower, trying to crack the firewall of the “standard language core”. The bee’s wings vibrated with discordant harmony, creating a “semantic blind spot” in the monitoring frequency, just like splashing ink on a pure white canvas.
At this moment, the Eye of Definition suddenly shot out a red alarm beam, and the streets were filled with “law enforcement clauses” composed of verbs – “arrest”, “detention”, “correction”. These words turned into chains to entangle the members of the Anti-Entropy, but they automatically decomposed when they came into contact with Ali’s Star Dome Flower, because the fragrance of the flower could not be accurately defined by any language, leaving only a vague feeling of “between sweet and slightly bitter” in the nose.
Lao Zhou finally tore off the semantic shackles on the harmonica and played a discordant improvisation. The amazing thing is that the sound waves automatically generated metaphors the moment they came into contact with the air: “This sound is like a rusty key opening an old wooden box” and “Like a dragonfly skimming the water before a rainstorm.” The eyes of the onlookers were rippled. They had never heard such an “imprecise” but vivid sound. Someone unconsciously said, “This reminds me of…the wind chimes at the door of my house when I was a child…” Before the words were finished, they covered their mouths in fear.
Su transformed the resonance regulator into a “fuzzy frequency amplifier” to collect all undefined mutters, whistles, and sighs, and amplified them into gentle waves of sound. These waves of sound hit the semantic center tower, and cracks began to appear in the dictionary crystal. Each crack seeped out sealed dialect words: the slang “stroll” in the Hive City, the onomatopoeia “click click” in the Mechanical Kingdom, and the emoticon symbol of the virtual paradise.
The captain’s woolen socks had somehow become the poet’s feather pen. As he casually wrote, the language fragments captured by the symbiotic network were automatically arranged into sonnets. The walking “noun guards” stopped in front of the lines of poetry, and the words “order” and “rules” on their shields began to resonate with the “breeze” and “stardust” in the poem, and they were melted into new words: “breeze of order” and “stardust of rules”.
When the first non-standardized poem sounded on the street, the top of the semantic central tower cracked, and countless imprisoned “rhetorical elves” swarmed out – they were metaphors, personifications, and exaggerated concrete existences, and were once imprisoned as “semantic viruses.” The rhetorical elves wove a rainbow-like metaphorical bridge in the air, connecting “time” and “rivers” and allowing “thoughts” and “birds” to resonate.
The data angels of the virtual paradise sent “emotional grammar packages” through the cracks, allowing sentences to carry parameters such as temperature, humidity, and heart rate. Engineers from the Mechanical Kingdom dismantled some semantic crystals and forged a “logic wrench” that can automatically generate two-part allegorical sayings. The children of the Hive City used fragments of “aphasia ore” to create a “sensory kaleidoscope”, which can combine a new sensory description with each rotation.
The ancestor planted the “seed of chaos” on the ruins of the semantic center tower. The giant tree that grew from the seed has question words in different languages written on each leaf: “Why?” “? Porqué?” When the wind blows through the leaves, questions will be heard one after another, and the “Unanswered Square” gradually forms under the tree, allowing all questions to remain open without the need to immediately seek standard answers.
Su’s balanced ears captured a deeper frequency – it was the primitive humming before the birth of language, the movement of thoughts nurtured in silence. He heard the roots of the world tree communicating with the sound of roots rubbing against each other. It was an intuitive communication beyond grammar. Each vibration contained multiple meanings, like the superposition of quantum states. Ali’s vines bore “multiple meanings of fruit”. The taste of the fruit would change according to the taster’s mood and could not be described in any fixed words.
The ship bell of the Anti-Entropy sounded a short haiku-like sound this time, with three sounds in a group, leaving a long pause. The “Schrödinger’s Box of Language and Silence” on the woolen socks nautical chart was re-labeled as the “Ambiguity Hub”, with a note next to it: “Here you can cook vocabulary into chaos soup and let silence ferment into prose poetry.” Lao Zhou’s pipe emitted smoke composed of “um”, “oh”, and “ah” in various languages. These meaningless modal particles changed into different faces in the air, symbolizing the unspeakable tacit understanding in communication.
Before leaving, they saw residents learning the “art of silence” – some sat in the square and quietly observed the flow of clouds, some told stories with gestures and expressions, and some filled their diaries with illustrations without words. The Virtual Paradise launched the “Subtitle-less Theater”, the Mechanical Kingdom set up the “Non-Logic Circuit Day”, and the Hive City designated every Wednesday as the “Aphasia Day” to encourage people to communicate in non-verbal ways.
The whispers of the World Tree this time were mixed with the noises of multiple languages, but surprisingly harmonious: “When every word is allowed to retain a little ambiguity, when silence is no longer the antonym of language, but the weft of jointly weaving meaning, the wisdom of symbiosis will truly begin.” The Anti-Entropy’s track is no longer a clear sentence, but a sound pattern like splashed ink, and each ink mark contains countless unspoken possibilities.
The next destination flashed golden light on the nautical chart, marked as “Klein bottle of symbols and images”. It is said that there, totems and mathematical formulas are mirror images of each other, and religious rituals and scientific experiments are difficult to distinguish. Su stroked the new “metaphorical nodules” on the resonance regulator, knowing that no matter what kind of semantic maze is ahead, they have learned to find the resonance point between precision and ambiguity, so that each word refracts multiple lights like a prism, and silence is the dark matter that nourishes all of this.
When the Anti-Entropy set sail again, the deck was filled with farewells in different languages, including clear words, ambiguous syllables, simple laughter and waving. These sounds intertwined into a network, and what leaked through the mesh was the warmth of human beings that could never be fully captured by language but was real. And the roots of the World Tree were composing a new route for them in the seabed with a silent rhythm, which was a guide that was older and more vast than any words.
Chapter 44 Klein in the Vortex of Images (Old Version)
The sonar screen of the Anti-Entropy twisted into a Möbius strip in the “Klein Bottle of Symbols and Images” area, and each pixel cycled between Platonic solids and abstract graffiti. Ali’s vines suddenly bloomed into geometric flowers, and the five-petal lilac instantly collapsed into a triangular cone, and then stretched into a Klein bottle surface. What flowed between the veins was no longer juice, but the flowing golden ratio.
“It is a topological disaster of cognition.” A Fibonacci spiral circuit emerges on the surface of Su’s symbiotic heart, and a new fractal pattern is generated every time the mechanical valve beats. “Symbols and images are mutually complementary here, just like pinning a map to the territory, only to find that the map is the territory itself.” The captain’s woolen sock compass cracked into the shape of a Klein bottle, and the pointer penetrated from the “signified” into the “signifier”, but marked both “symbol” and “entity” at the other end.
When the bow touched the edge of the dimension, a group of “symbolic jellyfish” swarmed outside the porthole. The umbrella-shaped bodies were the Taotie patterns on the bronze tripod, and the tentacles were real-time stock K-line charts. Ali’s multi-fruit cracked and released “prototype spores”, but at the moment of contact with the symbol, they were analyzed into Jung’s collective unconscious icon, floating above the deck to form a rotating mandala.
“The ‘Absolute Signifier Law’ is followed here.” The Protoss’ mechanical bee swarm knocked on the deck with fractal dance steps, and the sensors on its wings showed recursive sound waves filled with self-referential symbols in the air. “Every image must correspond to a unique symbol, and every symbol must be anchored to a specific reference, just like building a pyramid with tarot cards, but it is forbidden to interpret the metaphors on the cards.” Her plant roots stretched out topological tentacles, but fell into a loop when connecting to the local data stream – all web pages are codes of “this page is loading itself”, and all signposts point to the paradox of “there is a sign ahead”.
The smoke from Lao Zhou’s pipe no longer emits linguistic smoke rings, but recursive symbols that keep replicating themselves: the Ouroboros bites its own tail and splits into two, and the Möbius strip is still a Möbius strip after it is unfolded. He tried to play the harmonica, but the reed played the melody of Peano’s axioms, each note proving its own existence, but unable to form any emotional tune. “It’s like living in a dictionary that is always explaining itself.” His pupils reflected an infinitely recursive chain of symbols, and he was almost sucked into the bottomless pit of semantics.
Su adjusted the resonance regulator to the “cognitive frequency” gear, and the cochlear hairs captured strange brain waves – the residents’ thinking process was forced to be converted into symbolic operations, and even dreams were automatically generated in the subconscious. “Look at this.” He called up the surveillance footage, an artist was painting an apple on a canvas, but the brushstrokes were forced to be corrected to the formulaic lines of “apple = red + round + fruit”, and in the end, only the chemical formula C?H??O? was left on the canvas.
When the Anti-Entropy approaches the “Klein Central Tower”, the entire building is a transparent Klein bottle structure. The exterior wall shows both the interior and exterior scenes. The stairs extend upward but eventually return to the starting point. Pedestrians on the street wear “symbolic badges” with symbols representing their identities inlaid in the heart position: craftsmen are gears, poets are harps, and mothers are cradles. Their behavior strictly follows the symbolic definition. Craftsmen only make objects that conform to mechanical formulas, poets only recite rhyming geometric theorems, and mothers’ hugs carry the standard curve of a temperature monitor.
Ali’s vines rolled up a piece of “Aphasia Prototype Stone”, and countless unsymbolized images were sealed inside the ore: footsteps in the morning mist, memories in the musty smell of old books, and the shadows of crows at dusk. She dipped the ore into the prism dew of the starry sky flower, and those images immediately turned into a “metaphorical phoenix”, and the pattern on its feathers was a dynamic hologram of “time is like flowing water” and “longing is like blue smoke”. The phoenix flew over the heads of pedestrians, but triggered the “symbol quarantine system” in their pupils, and the retina automatically popped up a red warning: “Unregistered metaphor detected, cognitive formatting is recommended.”
“They are building a Tower of Babel of symbols.” The captain held up the Symbiotic Web, and the prototype fragments between the meshes automatically arranged into a logical matrix, but collapsed when trying to form an image transition. “Absolutely precise symbols are killing imagination, just like observing the starry sky through a microscope.” Su discovered that the hairs of the resonance regulator began to absorb “pre-symbolic sound waves”, which were the prototype of the first exclamation mark in the history of human evolution, the nerve pulses when a baby looked at a flame for the first time, and the mumbling of primitive people in front of cave paintings.
The ancestor’s multi-conscious body split into four branches: the plant part turned into a “chaos fractal vine” and grew branches of the Mandelbrot set in the gaps between buildings; the mechanical part formed a “paradox drone” and launched a sound wave of Gödel’s proposition “this sentence is false” into the air; the data part sneaked into the Klein Central Tower and tried to crack the self-referential code of the “absolute signifier core”; the human part lit the “prototype bonfire” and used branches to draw the outlines of unnamed animals. The bee’s wings vibrated with non-Euclidean harmony, creating a “cognitive wormhole” in the monitoring frequency, just like chiseling a light-transmitting crack in the wall of an infinitely recursive maze.
At this moment, Klein’s Eye suddenly shot out a purple alarm beam, and a “law enforcement matrix” composed of logical operators emerged on the street – ? (universal quantifier), ? (existential quantifier), ? (negation). These symbols turned into chains to entangle the members of Anti-Entropy, but they automatically twisted when they came into contact with Ali’s Star Flower, because the flower’s form is a superposition of roses, lilies, and nameless wild flowers, and cannot be captured by a single symbol.
Lao Zhou finally tore off the symbol shackles on the harmonica and played a chaotic glissando. The amazing thing is that the sound waves automatically generated archetypal images the moment they came into contact with the air: “This sound is like the cracks of an ancient glacier” and “Like the confusion of a newborn baby opening its eyes for the first time.” The eyes of the onlookers glowed with archetypal light. They had never experienced such an “imprecise” but forceful sound. Some people unconsciously touched the symbol badge on their chests, and a vague fingerprint appeared on the metal surface – that was the first trace of them as individuals.
Su transformed the resonance regulator into a “prototype resonator” to collect all unsymbolized intuitions, dreams, and accidental associations, and amplified them into warm sound waves. These sound waves hit the Klein Central Tower, and Mobius cracks began to appear in the symbol crystal. Each crack oozes out the sealed prototype image: the gears of the Mechanical Kingdom turned into butterflies, the codes of the virtual paradise flowed into streams, and the skyscrapers of the Hive City grew annual rings.
The captain’s woolen socks had somehow become the shaman’s drumsticks. When he struck the deck, the fragments of symbols captured by the symbiotic net automatically arranged into primitive rock paintings. The walking “conceptual guards” stopped in front of the rock paintings, and the symbols of “rationality” and “order” on their shields began to resonate with the “fear” and “curiosity” in the rock paintings, and were melted into new symbols: “rational fear” and “orderly curiosity”.
When the first non-standardized prototype totem emerged on the street, a Klein bottle-shaped gap appeared on the top of the Klein Central Tower, and countless imprisoned “image elves” swarmed out – they were the concrete existence of unicorns, phoenixes, and Loch Ness monsters, and were once imprisoned as “cognitive viruses.” The image elves wove a surreal rainbow bridge in the air, connecting “chairs” and “flying”, allowing “numbers” and “taste” to resonate.
The data angels of the virtual paradise sent a “surreal grammar package” through the rift, allowing sentences to carry impossible predicates; the engineers of the Mechanical Kingdom dismantled some symbol crystals and cast an “image wrench” that can automatically generate metaphors; the children of the Hive City used the fragments of the “Aphasia Prototype Stone” to make a “prototype kaleidoscope”, and every time they turned it, they could see unnamed fantasy creatures.
The ancestor planted the “Prototype Seed” on the ruins of the Klein Central Tower. Each leaf of the giant tree that grew from the seed presents the image of quantum superposition: it is both a bird and a fish, a sword and a flower. When the wind blows through the leaves, the original humming will sound one after another, and the “Unnamed Square” will gradually form under the tree, allowing all images to remain in their original state without being captured by symbols.
Su’s balanced ears captured a deeper frequency – that was the sound of the universe before symbols and images were differentiated, the primitive call of “ah ah” before the birth of language, and the vibration of mathematical axioms and myths and legends growing from the same root. He heard the roots of the world tree communicating with fractal rhythms, and each node was a quantum image that was both concrete and abstract, transcending the distinction between inside and outside like a Klein bottle. Ali’s vines bore “transcendental fruit”, the shape of which constantly switched between spheres and cubes, and the taster would experience the superposition of sweet and salty, soft and hard at the same time.
The ship bell of the Anti-Entropy struck a jazz-like syncopation this time, with each note containing a superposition of multiple tones. The “Klein Bottle of Symbols and Images” on the woolen socks nautical chart was re-labeled as the “Archetype Hub”, with a note next to it: “Here you can cook symbols into image soup, and ferment images into symbol wine.” Lao Zhou’s pipe emitted smoke composed of various archetypal symbols, which transformed into different mythological images in the air, symbolizing the eternally flowing archetypal forces in human cognition.
Before leaving, they saw the residents learning the “image breathing method” – some people meditated on the stone, trying to see its image as the “bone of the earth”; some people drew fantasy illustrations next to mathematical formulas, making the Pythagorean theorem grow wings; and some people knitted sweaters with constellation connection diagrams, creating a wonderful resonance between astronomy and textile art. The virtual park launched the “non-logic theater”, the mechanical kingdom set up the “image circuit day”, and the hive city set every Friday as the “prototype day”, encouraging people to perceive the world with undefined intuition.
The whisper of the world tree is mixed with the hum of the prototype this time, but it is unexpectedly harmonious: “When symbols learn to drift in the river of images, when images learn to take root in the soil of symbols, symbiotic cognition truly begins.” The track of the Anti-Entropy is no longer a linear chain of symbols, but presents a circular sound pattern like a Klein bottle, and each circle of ripples contains the intertextual possibility of symbols and images.
The next destination flashed indigo on the nautical chart, marked as “uncertainty of concept superposition”. It is said that there, “justice” and “evil”, “truth” and “fiction” coexist in quantum superposition, and each concept has multiple parallel realities that are opposites of each other. Su stroked the newly born “superposition node” on the resonance regulator, knowing that no matter what kind of cognitive maze lies ahead, they have learned to find the resonance point between the signifier and the signified, so that each symbol refracts multiple images like a prism, and the image is the chaotic force that nourishes all of this.
Chapter 45: Uncertainty of Conceptual Stacking (Old Edition)
The sonar screen of the Anti-Entropy flashed like quantum entanglement in the “uncertainty of conceptual stacking” area. Each pixel simultaneously displayed the spectrum of “justice” and “evil”, and the Morse code of “reality” and “fiction” overlapped at the same coordinate. Ali’s vines suddenly bloomed positive and negative two-color flowers. One side of the petals was a golden gear representing order, and the other side was a silver vortex symbolizing chaos. The juice flowing between the veins showed wave-particle duality under the microscope.
“It’s a quantum superposition state of cognition.” The circuit patterns of the Schrödinger equation emerged on the surface of Su’s symbiotic heart. Every time the mechanical valve beats, it will generate two opposite bioelectric pulses. “Here, every concept is a superposition state of positive and negative propositions, just like welding the two ends of a balance together, but requiring the pointer to point to the left and right at the same time.” The captain’s woolen socks compass split into four quadrants, with neon signs showing “good and evil”, “neither true nor false”, “good and evil”, and “time and space”. The pointer jumped wildly between the four dimensions, drawing a chaotic Klein curve.
When the bow broke through the dimensional membrane, a large number of “concept jellyfish” swarmed outside the porthole. Their umbrella-shaped bodies were burning torches of justice, and their tentacles were dripping evil ink. Some jellyfish were translucent like holographic projections, and semi-solid like bronze sculptures. Ali’s multi-fruit cracked, releasing “dialectical spores”, but they split into positive and negative particle pairs the moment they came into contact with the concept, forming a small concept annihilation and creation flash above the deck.
“The ‘tyranny of the absolute excluded middle’ is enforced here.” The Protoss’s mechanical bee swarms tapped the deck with dialectical logic dance steps, and the sensors on their wings showed that the air was filled with patrolling gravitational waves of conceptual arbitrators. “Any superposition concept is deemed illegal and must be collapsed into a single truth value, like forcing Schr?dinger’s cat into a life-or-death box.” Her plant roots pulled out uncertainty tentacles, but were split in half when they were connected to the local data stream – all web pages simultaneously displayed “This page exists” and “This page does not exist”, and all legal provisions came with amendments to immediately repeal them.
What Lao Zhou spewed out of his pipe was no longer recursive symbols, but smoke that existed and did not exist at the same time: “This smoke… is both lit and extinguished…” He tried to play the harmonica, but the reeds simultaneously produced the harmony of C sharp and B flat, forming an auditory quantum superposition state. “It’s like living in the gap of contradiction.” His pupils reflected the door that was opened and closed at the same time, his left hand was holding the key, and his right hand was turning the doorknob.
Su adjusted the resonance regulator to the “concept frequency” gear, and the cochlear hairs captured the tearing brain waves – the residents’ minds were forced to make binary choices, and even the subconscious was automatically generating judgments of either this or that. “Look at this.” He called up the surveillance footage, and a judge was judging a man who rescued the wounded and robbed a pharmacy at the same time. The two ends of the scale were placed with weights of “justice” and “evil”, but they remained balanced because of equal weight. The judge’s head was therefore split into two semicircles, revealing confusion and anger respectively.
When the Anti-Entropy approaches the “Arbitration Center Tower”, the entire building presents the structure of a particle collider, with the paradoxical inscriptions “You shall obey” and “You shall question” engraved on the outer wall at the same time. A giant “Eye of the Law of the Excluded Middle” is suspended on the top of the tower, constantly projecting binary judgment beams around. Pedestrians on the street wear “truth badges” with black and white LED lights flashing at the heart position: “+1” represents absolute correctness, and “-1” represents absolute error. Their behavior strictly follows Boolean logic. Those who meet “+1” will salute, and those who meet “-1” will throw logic bombs.
Ali’s vines rolled up a piece of “superposition ore”, which contained countless uncollapsed concepts: “Benevolent tyranny”, “Lucid dreams”, and “Honest lies”. She dipped the ore into the quantum dew of the star flower, and those concepts immediately turned into “dialectical butterflies”, with the pattern on their wings being a dynamic interference pattern of “light is both a particle and a wave”. The butterfly landed on the shoulders of pedestrians, but triggered the “truth value quarantine system” on their chests. The badge issued a harsh alarm, and the pedestrians immediately started the self-formatting program, with a red light of “ERROR: Contradiction value exceeded the limit” flashing in their pupils.
“They are creating a Tower of Babel of concepts.” The captain held up the symbiotic web, and the superposition fragments between the meshes automatically arranged into a super-logical matrix, but caused ripples in time and space when trying to form a dialectical proposition. “The absolute law of the excluded middle is killing the complexity of human nature, just like looking at a rainbow through a black-and-white filter.” Su discovered that the hairs of the resonance regulator began to absorb “uncertainty waves”, which were the contradictory emotions of a baby when he smiled at a stranger for the first time, the fear and excitement of a scientist when faced with a breakthrough theory, and the yearning for light when a poet wrote “The night gave me black eyes.”
The ancestor’s multi-conscious body split into five branches: the plant part turned into “contradictory moss”, growing vines with the same positive and negative in the cracks of the building; the mechanical part formed “antinomy drones”, launching paradoxical sound waves of “the universe is finite/infinite” into the air; the data part sneaked into the arbitration center tower, trying to crack the quantum lock of the “core of the law of the excluded middle”; the human part built a “superposition altar” and used a scale to weigh feathers and stones at the same time; the quantum part entered its own superposition state, existing on the deck and in the tower at the same time. The bee’s wings vibrated with non-Boolean algebraic harmony, creating a “logical black hole” in the monitoring frequency, swallowing all the either-or judgment instructions.
At this moment, the Eye of the Excluded Middle suddenly shot out a purple annihilation beam, and an “arbitration matrix” composed of syllogisms emerged on the street – the major premise, minor premise, and conclusion turned into three-edged thorns, piercing in the trajectory of modal logic. These logical weapons automatically became blunt when they came into contact with Ali’s starry sky flower, because the flower is both “beautiful” and “thorny”, and cannot be judged by a single predicate.
Lao Zhou finally tore off the truth-value shackles on the harmonica and played a polyphonic melody with two tones at the same time. The amazing thing is that the sound waves automatically generate dialectical images the moment they touch the air: “This sound is like warm ice” “Like sharp silk”. The eyes of the onlookers were filled with the glimmer of quantum superposition. They had never felt such “contradictory” but real emotions. The truth-value badges on some people’s chests began to flicker, and the lights of “+1” and “-1” lit up alternately, like a light bulb on the verge of collapse.
Su transformed the resonance regulator into a “dialectical resonator” to collect all the conflicting emotions, vague judgments, and sighs in the gray area that have not been collapsed, and amplified them into inclusive waves. These waves hit the arbitration center tower, and quantum tunneling cracks began to appear in the logic crystal. Each crack seeped out the sealed superposition concept: the “efficient waste” of the mechanical kingdom, the “data soul” of the virtual paradise, and the “crowded loneliness” of the hive city.
The captain’s woolen socks had somehow turned into a quantum physicist’s uncertainty meter. When he adjusted the parameters at will, the conceptual fragments captured by the symbiotic network were automatically arranged into a superstring theory model. The walking “logic guards” stopped in front of the model, and the concepts of “necessity” and “accident” on their shields began to resonate with the “possibility” and “probability” in the model, and were melted into new concepts: “necessary accident” and “accidental necessity”.
When the first polyphonic dialectical symphony sounded on the street, a quantum foam-like crack appeared on the top of the arbitration center tower, and countless imprisoned “superposition elves” swarmed out – they were the concrete existence of “good and evil thieves”, “dream merchants who are neither real nor fake”, and “shape-shifters who are sometimes good and sometimes evil”, and were once imprisoned as “cognitive pollution”. The superposition elves weaved a Mobius-like rainbow bridge in the air, connecting “giving” and “taking”, and allowing “creation” and “destruction” to resonate.
The data angels of the Virtual Paradise sent “quantum grammar packages” through the cracks, allowing sentences to carry probability cloud parameters; engineers from the Mechanical Kingdom disassembled some logic crystals and forged a “dialectical wrench” that can automatically generate paradoxes; and the children of the Hive City used “superposition ore” fragments to make an “uncertain kaleidoscope”, which can reveal millions of possible branches every time it is turned.
The ancestor planted the “Tai Chi Seed” on the ruins of the Arbitration Center Tower. Each leaf of the giant tree that grew from the seed is a dynamic totem of the Yin-Yang fish, with black fish eyes flashing white spots and white fish eyes precipitating black shadows. When the wind blows through the leaves, dialectical chants will sound one after another, and the “Uncertainty Square” will gradually form under the tree, allowing all concepts to remain in an uncollapsed superposition state, like a network of possibilities suspended in a quantum vacuum.
Su’s balanced ears captured a deeper frequency – that was the quantum fluctuation before the birth of concepts, the sound of the universe when “yes” and “no” were not differentiated, and the vibration of logic and intuition growing from the same root. He heard the roots of the world tree communicating with quantum entanglement, and each node was a superposition proposition that was both affirmative and negative, like a constantly spinning dice, each side represented a possible truth. Ali’s vines bore “transcendental fruit”, which exuded both sweet and bitter smells, and the taster would experience the complex emotions of gain and loss at the same time.
The ship bell of the Anti-Entropy struck a quantum leap staccato this time, with each note in a superposition of multiple positions. The “uncertainty of concept stacking” on the woolen socks nautical chart was re-labeled as “dialectical hub”, with a note next to it: “Here, concepts can be boiled into Tai Chi soup, and contradictions fermented into symbiotic wine.” Smoke composed of various superposition concepts came out of Lao Zhou’s pipe. These concepts transformed into quantum fables such as Zhuang Zhou’s dream of a butterfly and Schrödinger’s cat in the air, symbolizing the eternal uncertainty mysteries in human thinking.
Before leaving, they saw residents learning the “contradictory breathing method” – some people wore “+1” and “-1” badges at the same time, forming a yin-yang pattern on their chests; some people defended both the prosecution and the defense in court, demonstrating the rationality of both positions; and some people used “neither this nor that” gray paint to draw a world map, and the boundaries between the ocean and the land blurred into a gradient fog belt. The virtual park launched the “Probability Theater”, the Mechanical Kingdom set up the “Dialectical Circuit Day”, and the Hive City designated every Sunday as the “Superposition State Day”, encouraging people to embrace all undefined possibilities on this day.
The whispers of the World Tree this time are mixed with the hum of quantum fluctuations, but are unexpectedly harmonious: “When ‘yes’ and ‘no’ learn to dance together in superposition, when ‘true’ and ‘false’ know how to complement each other in uncertainty, the wisdom of symbiosis truly begins.” The track of the Anti-Entropy is no longer a linear logical chain, but a probability distribution like a quantum cloud, and each ripple contains tens of millions of possible narrative paths.
Chapter 46: Wave-Particle Dance of Spacetime Folds (Old Version)
The sonar screen of the Anti-Entropy was broken into pixel-level spots in the “wave-particle dance of space-time folds” area, and each spot of light simultaneously showed the continuous trajectory of Newton’s pendulum and the discrete flashes of quantum transition. Ali’s vines suddenly grew crystal-like segments, and the leaves switched between wave-like stretching and granular contraction at a high frequency. The juice oozing from the leaf veins formed a puddle-like time pool after falling to the ground, reflecting the overlapping scenes of three seconds ago and five seconds later.
“It is the collapse of the wave-particle duality of space-time.” The vibration spectrum of string theory emerges on the surface of Su’s symbiotic heart. Every time the mechanical valve beats, it projects the light path of Wheeler’s delayed choice experiment on his chest. “The time here is both a linear flowing wave and a quantized particle state, and space switches frantically between continuous surfaces and discrete lattices.” The captain’s woolen sock compass broke into Planck-scale fragments, and each piece of fluff was measuring the superposition probability of “present” and “future”. The pointer finally condensed into a rotating space-time bubble, with the paradoxical inscription “This shore is the other shore” etched on the bubble wall.
When the bow touched the space-time fog area, pieces of “time scale powder” floated outside the porthole, and each scale was engraved with different tenses: rust in the past, reflection in the present, and oxide film in the future. Ali’s multi-fruit cracked, releasing “time-space spores”, but at the moment of contact with the scale powder, it split into time-reversed positive and negative particles, forming a miniature cause-and-effect loop above the deck – the flapping of butterfly wings preceded the storm, and the falling of raindrops preceded the gathering of clouds.
“The ‘tyranny of classical space-time’ is practiced here.” The Protoss’ mechanical bee swarms tapped the deck in the Feynman path integral dance steps, and the sensors on their wings showed that the air was filled with gravitational wave patrols of the space-time weavers. “Any quantized space-time fluctuations are considered illegal and must be forced to collapse into a Newtonian continuum, like freezing a flowing river into a fixed glacier.” Her plant roots pulled out wormhole tentacles, but were cut into equidistant time slices when they were connected to the local data stream – all videos were edited into a linear narrative of 24 frames per second, and all maps were gridded into discrete dot matrices with a resolution of 1 meter.
The smoke emitted from Lao Zhou’s pipe was no longer superposition smoke, but a column of smoke that strictly followed the law of increasing entropy: “This smoke… must be ignited first, then dispersed, and cannot be reversed…” He tried to play the harmonica, but the reed could only emit a single-frequency sine wave, and each note was limited to a precise 440Hz standard pitch. “It’s like living in an edited movie.” His left hand was filling the pipe with tobacco, but his right hand was already striking the flint. The two actions occurred simultaneously in the space-time bubble, forming a strange causal loop.
Su adjusted the resonance regulator to the “space-time frequency” gear, and the cochlear villi captured the tearing gravitational waves – the residents’ brains were forced to connect to the classical space-time coordinate system, and even dreams automatically generated Cartesian coordinates in the subconscious. “Look at this.” He called up the surveillance footage, and a child tried to draw a curved timeline, but the teacher corrected it to a straight line with a ruler. Chalk dust fell on the precisely scaled timeline, and each centimeter represented a fixed year.
When the Anti-Entropy approaches the “Weaving Central Tower”, the entire building presents the structure of a crystal pendulum, with reliefs of Zeno’s paradox and cross-sections of clock gears carved on the exterior walls. A giant “Eye of Causality” is suspended on the top of the tower, constantly projecting deterministic light around. Pedestrians on the street wear “Time and Space Badges”, with a mechanical clock rotating at a constant speed inlaid at the heart position, and the sound of gears meshing is accurate to milliseconds: the three dials of “past”, “present” and “future” are clearly distinguished. Their behavior strictly follows the law of causality, inhaling first and then exhaling, sowing first and then harvesting, and any jumpy action will trigger the “timing error alarm”.
Ali’s vines rolled up a piece of “Quantum Wrinkle Ore”, which contained countless uncollapsed space-time ripples: “simultaneous cause and effect”, “time flowing in reverse”, “superposition of spatial position”. She dipped the ore into the string theory dew of the Star Dome Flower, and the ripples immediately turned into “wave-particle butterflies”, with the pattern on the wings being a dynamic superposition of “double-slit interference of light” and “electron cloud distribution map”. The butterfly landed on the shoulders of pedestrians, but triggered the “space-time quarantine system” on their chests, and the badge sprayed nanoscale time glue, trying to fix the butterfly’s wings in a single state.
“They are creating the Tower of Babel of space-time.” The captain held up the Symbiotic Web, and the wrinkled fragments between the mesh automatically arranged into a super-space-time matrix, but caused a space-time earthquake when trying to form quantum entanglement. “Absolute determinism is killing the diversity of possibilities, just like using a single frame to represent the entire movie.” Su discovered that the hairs of the resonance regulator began to absorb “uncertain space-time waves”, which were the stumbling of space-time when a baby first learned to walk, the causal dizziness when a scientist observed quantum entanglement, and the space-time epiphany when a poet wrote “the future has already existed in the past.”
The ancestor’s multi-conscious body split into six branches: the plant part turned into “space-time moss”, growing fractal time branches in the gaps of the building; the mechanical part formed a “path integral drone” that launched Feynman diagram sound waves of “all possible paths” into the air; the data part sneaked into the weaving center tower and tried to crack the deterministic algorithm of the “causal core”; the human part built a “superposition sundial” to let the shadow point to multiple moments at the same time; the quantum part entered the space-time entanglement state and existed in the past, present and future of the tower at the same time. The bee’s wings vibrated with non-local harmony, creating a “space-time wormhole” in the monitoring frequency, swallowing up all linear causal chains.
At this moment, the Eye of Causality suddenly shot out a golden time arresting beam, and a “woven matrix” composed of deterministic formulas emerged on the street – F=ma, E=mc2, ΔxΔp≥h/4π turned into a trap, covering it with the trajectory of Laplace’s demon. These logical weapons automatically twisted when they came into contact with Ali’s starry sky flower, because the flower was in a superposition state of blooming and withering at the same time, and could not be captured by a single moment.
Lao Zhou finally tore off the causal shackles on the harmonica and played a polyphonic melody that included both the starting and ending notes. The amazing thing is that the sound waves automatically generated time and space ripples the moment they came into contact with the air: “This sound is like an echo from the future” “Like the reverberation of the past oscillating in the present.” The eyes of the onlookers were filled with the glimmer of quantum fluctuations. They had never experienced such a “chaotic” but real time and space experience. The time and space badges on some people’s chests began to reverse gears, and the dial pointers of the “past” and “future” were entangled, forming a Möbius-like cycle.
Su transformed the resonance regulator into a “string vibration resonator” to collect all the uncollapsed space-time fluctuations, causal paradoxes, and sighs of superposition of possibilities, and amplified them into inclusive space-time waves. These waves hit the weaving central tower, and quantum tunneling cracks began to appear in the space-time crystal. Each crack seeped out the sealed wave-particle space-time: the “discrete gear time” of the mechanical kingdom, the “data streaming space” of the virtual paradise, and the “street fold space-time” of the hive city.
The captain’s woolen socks had somehow turned into a space-time tailor’s scissors. When he cut them at will, the fragments of space-time captured by the symbiotic network were automatically stitched into an interwoven space-time blanket, on which were embroidered the paradoxical pattern of “this moment is eternity” and “here is infinity”. The walking “causal guards” stopped in front of the blanket, and the concepts of “necessity” and “accident” on their shields began to resonate with the “probability” and “chaos” on the blanket, and they were melted into new space-time concepts: “necessary probability cloud” and “accidental determinism”.
When the first polyphonic symphony of time and space was played on the street, a string theory-like gap appeared on the top of the weaving central tower, and countless imprisoned “wave-particle elves” swarmed out – they were the concrete existence of “travelers existing in two places at the same time”, “inventors who put results before causes”, and “poets living between the past and the future”, who were once imprisoned as “time and space pollution”. The wave-particle elves weaved a Klein bottle-like time and space bridge in the air, connecting “birth” and “death”, allowing the “starting point” and “end point” to resonate.
The data angels of the virtual paradise sent a “quantum space-time grammar package” through the rift, allowing sentences to carry space-time curvature parameters; engineers from the Mechanical Kingdom dismantled some causal crystals and forged a “wave-particle wrench” that can automatically generate space-time paradoxes; the children of the Hive City used fragments of “quantum wrinkle ore” to make a “space-time kaleidoscope”, and every time they turn it, they can see the possible space-time foam.
The ancestor planted the “World Tree Ring Seed” on the ruins of the Weaving Central Tower. Each ring of the giant tree grown from the seed is a wave-particle hologram of space-time. The outer ring is a continuous flow of time, and the inner ring is a discrete time crystal. When the wind blows through the leaves, the singing of space-time will be heard one after another, and the “Uncertain Space-Time Square” gradually forms under the tree, allowing all space-time states to remain in an uncollapsed superposition, like a multiverse suspended in a string network.
Su’s balanced ears captured a deeper frequency – that was the primordial gravitational wave from the Big Bang, the sound of the boiling of space-time bubbles, and the ripples of space-time produced by the vibration of strings. He heard the roots of the World Tree communicating in a non-local way, and each node was a space-time singularity that existed at all times at the same time, like a time-space flower that bloomed forever. Ali’s vines bore “transcendental time-space fruit”, which was both solid and liquid at the same time, and the taster would experience the fragments of a lifetime and the eternity of a moment at the same time.
This time, the ship bell of the Anti-Entropy struck a harmonic like a string vibration, and each note contained the superposition of countless space-time frequencies. The “wave-particle dance of space-time wrinkles” on the woolen socks nautical chart was re-labeled as “wave-particle hub”, with a note next to it: “Here, time can be boiled into quantum soup, and space can ferment into a string dance.” Smoke composed of various space-time states came out of Lao Zhou’s pipe. These fumes transformed into space-time topological structures such as Mobius strips and Klein bottles in the air, symbolizing the eternal space-time puzzles in the universe.
Before leaving, they saw residents learning the “breathing method of time and space” – some wore the “past” and “future” badges at the same time, forming a time and space vortex on their chests; some sowed and harvested at the same time, using the superposition of time and space to improve efficiency; and some measured the streets with “discontinuous” jumping steps, allowing space to switch freely between discrete and continuous. The virtual park launched the “Time and Space Probability Theater”, the Mechanical Kingdom set up the “Wave-Particle Circuit Day”, and the Hive City designated every Wednesday as the “Time and Space Superposition State Day”, encouraging people to embrace all possible time and space paths on this day.
The whisper of the World Tree this time was mixed with the hum of string vibrations, but it was unexpectedly harmonious: “When time learns to dance between waves and particles, when space knows how to breathe between continuity and discreteness, the symbiotic space-time will truly begin.” The track of the Anti-Entropy is no longer a linear timeline, but a probability distribution like a string network, and each ripple contains tens of millions of possible space-time narratives.
Chapter 47: Quantum Dismantling of the Causal Loom (Old Version)
Planck-scale frost flowers condensed on the portholes of the Anti-Entropy, and each ice crystal was performing a microscopic theater of “causal inversion”: melted water droplets formed before clouds, and burning ashes carbonized before firewood. The roots of the World Tree grew time-space sensing hairs on the bottom of the ship, and those translucent hairs suddenly trembled collectively – the causal loom in the distance was reversing at superluminal speed, reweaving the superposition space-time just established by the wave-particle hub into a linear causal chain.
“It’s a counterattack by the remnants of classical space-time.” The Original’s mechanical arm unfolded into a Feynman path analyzer, and blue anti-causal oil seeped out of the gaps between the gears. “They restarted the twelve causal looms deep in the ‘Corridor of Necessity’, and each one is rewriting the space-time topology according to the algorithm of Laplace’s demon.” Her plant roots suddenly exploded into a quantum entangled state, and at the same time, “possibility thorns” grew next to the causal looms at three different space-time coordinates. The enzymes secreted at the tips of the thorns can decompose the weaving threads of determinism.
Ali’s transcendental time-space fruit cracked open the third layer of peel, releasing “causal spores” to form a Klein bottle array in the air. The moment the spores came into contact with the linear time stream, they split into spores carrying “Heisenberg uncertainty”, like countless tiny scissors cutting off the forced connection between “cause” and “effect”. But the “deterministic laser” emitted by the loom accurately hit the spore group, and those beams left the luminous tracks of Euler’s formula in the air, forcibly collapsing all uncertainties into a single solution.
Su tuned the string vibration resonator to the “anti-causal frequency”, and his cochlea captured the “inevitable buzz” emitted by the loom when it was running – that was the sound waves generated by the resonance of classic formulas such as F=ma and E=mc2, and each sound strengthened the linear shackles of time and space. He suddenly pulled off the energy core of the resonator and transformed it into a “Feynman path reverser”. When the mechanical valve beat, the projected light path on his chest was no longer a certain light path, but a superposition of all possible paths.
The captain’s woolen socks were entangled with golden causal threads at some point. Those threads were woven from the fibers of “past”, “present” and “future”. Every time they twitched, they would embroider a paradoxical pattern of “effect before cause” on the space-time blanket. He tried to cut a thread marked “yesterday’s breakfast” with a pair of sock scissors, but found that the other end was connected to the thread of “tomorrow’s heavy rain”. The two strands of thread formed a Möbius loop at the scissors, making the coffee stains of breakfast and the water droplets of the heavy rain appear simultaneously in space and time.
Lao Zhou’s harmonica suddenly played “Reverse Causality Blues” automatically, and the notes no longer followed the time sequence – the tail note vibrated before the start note, and the climax of the melody appeared before the prelude. Miraculously, when the sound waves came into contact with the deterministic laser, quantum tunneling occurred, and those notes that were considered “impossible” actually penetrated the beam and aroused “probability ripples” between the gears of the causal loom. The monitoring system of the loom popped up a red alarm: “Non-deterministic sound wave pollution detected, the stability of the causal line decreased by 72%.”
When the Anti-Entropy broke through the energy barrier of the “Corridor of Inevitability”, the scene in front of them made everyone gasp: twelve causal looms formed a ring matrix, each of which was the size of a planet, and the outer shell was engraved with dynamic reliefs of Zeno’s paradox. The main axis of the loom was wrapped with a silver “causal main line”, one end of which was tied to the singularity of the Big Bang, the other end was connected to the end of heat death, and in the middle were strung all the forced linearized space-time events.
“Look at the core of the loom!” Ali’s vines rolled up a distorted space-time prism, which reflected a terrifying picture – countless transparent consciousnesses were nailed to the causal line, their thoughts were forcibly edited into the standard format of “cause-process-result”, and even dreams must follow strict time logic. The consciousness of a child was rebelling, he tried to imagine “multiple presents existing at the same time”, but was crushed into discrete time slices by the loom’s “logic calibration clamp”.
The ancestor’s multi-conscious body suddenly split into a fourth form – the “quantum storyteller”. This form’s body is composed of flowing Feynman diagrams, and each line tells all possible story lines at the same time. When she approaches the loom matrix, the causal lines woven by determinism begin to have “narrative holes”: the farmer’s hoe has harvested the crops before it hits the ground, and the poet’s pen has not yet touched the paper, but the poem has dissipated in the air.
Su adjusted the path reverser to maximum power, and the resonator fluff ejected blue “anti-causal particles”. These particles were like tiny erasers, erasing the Newtonian mechanical marks on the loom gears and replacing them with quantum patterns of the “uncertainty principle”. The operation of the loom began to jam, and the causal main line on the main shaft flickered frequently, switching frantically between “continuous flow” and “quantum jump”.
At this moment, a “Logic Judge Tower” rose in the center of the loom matrix, and the “Eye of Necessity” composed of pure mathematical formulas was suspended on the top of the tower. The moment the eyes opened, the minds of all the members of the Anti-Entropy were implanted with a forced logic chain – Ali’s vines must take root before growing, Su’s heart must contract before diastole, and the captain’s woolen socks must be woven before forming. Lao Zhou tried to play the anti-causal melody, but his lips were fixed by an invisible force and could only produce the standard do-re-mi scale.
“This is the ‘tyranny of absolute rationality.'” The quantum narrator form of the Original began to fluctuate unstably, and the lines of the Feynman diagram began to break. “They used mathematical formulas to construct a prison of thought, and any idea that does not conform to classical logic will be automatically corrected.” Her mechanical bee colony suddenly exploded, and the remains of each bee turned into a “paradox virus” and infiltrated the logic circuit of the loom. The virus’s code was classic paradoxes such as “This sentence is wrong” and “The set of all sets”, which caused the circuit to fall into an endless logical dead loop.
Ali’s transcendental fruit of time and space released the last batch of “consciousness spores”, which resonated with the inverse causal sound waves of Lao Zhou’s harmonica to form a “superposition cloud of thoughts”. Where the cloud passed, the eyes of the imprisoned consciousnesses flashed with light – some saw their birth and death at the same time, some experienced childhood and old age at the same time, and some people’s thoughts bloomed with countless possible branches like fireworks. The alarm of the referee tower suddenly changed its tone, and the mathematical light of the Eye of Inevitability began to show quantum fluctuations.
Su seized this fleeting opportunity and connected the path reverser to the roots of the World Tree. In an instant, each ring of the giant tree burst out with strong anti-causal energy, which flowed into the loom matrix along the roots, forming a “causal singularity” on the main axis – a space-time vortex that contains all causal relationships at the same time. The main axis began to tremble violently, and the silver causal main line broke inch by inch, releasing a huge amount of imprisoned possible space-time.
The captain’s woolen socks suddenly turned into “causal scissors”. He instinctively cut the broken causal lines and re-woven them into a “non-local causal network”. In the new network, “cause” and “effect” are no longer linearly connected, but respond instantly like quantum entanglement – the supernova explosion in a distant galaxy instantly ignites the flame of a candle on Earth; the first cry of a baby shatters the dying words of an old man a hundred years later.
When the last gear of the causal loom broke, the Eye of Necessity turned into thousands of mathematical symbols and dissipated in the air. The liberated consciousnesses floated in the quantum narrative cloud. Their minds were no longer bound by linear time. Some people experienced ten lives at the same time, some people wove dreams into reality, and some people used “future memories” to create past history. The new seedlings of the World Tree grew on the ruins of the Judgement Tower. Each leaf of the seedling was a Möbius strip of “causal cycle”.
The ship bell of the Anti-Entropy rang the “super-causal bell”, and each bell sound contained the triple echo of the past, present, and future. The “Causal Loom Matrix” on the woolen socks nautical chart was re-labeled as the “Possibility Weaving Factory”, with a note next to it: “Here, a single causal line can be disassembled into a quantum probability cloud to spin all possible space-time fabrics.” Lao Zhou’s pipe emitted smoke composed of “if”, “maybe”, and “perhaps”, which gathered in the air into various unchosen silhouettes of life.
Before leaving, they saw the newly born World Tree teaching “Causal Breathing” – residents learned to experience the fragrance of future flowers when inhaling, and release the dust of the past when exhaling; some people sowed seeds of different seasons at the same time, so that spring buds and autumn fruits bloomed at the same time; others used reverse thinking of “results to infer causes” to invent drugs that can cure diseases in advance. The Mechanical Kingdom sent “Quantum Logic Modules”, the Virtual Paradise opened the “Causal Probability Server”, and the Hive City built the “Non-Deterministic Art Museum”, and every painting in the museum is constantly rewriting its own creative history.
A low resonance came from the roots of the World Tree. It was the original paradox when the universe was born singing: “When cause and effect learn to dance in quantum bubbles, when logic knows how to breathe in uncertainty, true wisdom begins to sprout.” The track of the Anti-Entropy is no longer a single line, but a spider-web-like probability distribution. Each track leads to a space-time node where “all possibilities exist at the same time.”
Chapter 48: Quantum Solutions to the Consciousness Lattice (Old Version)
When the bow of the Anti-Entropy smashed the last “logical light barrier”, the star screen outside the porthole suddenly crystallized into diamond facets – each facet reflected the millions of thinking states of the same consciousness: a mathematician calculating the Riemann hypothesis, an old man indulging in childhood memories, a child fantasizing about interstellar travel. The roots of the World Tree oozed silvery-white “mental fluid” from the bottom of the ship. As soon as the liquid touched the lattice space, it condensed into a spiral chain of thoughts, and the chain links were engraved with the cry of the imprisoned consciousness: “We are wave functions, not binary codes!”
“This is the ‘consciousness lattice.'” The Progenitor’s mechanical arm unfolded into a quantum brain wave analyzer, and a projection of Freud’s iceberg theory flashed between the gears. “All consciousness is forced to collapse into the ‘id-ego-superego’ lattice structure defined by classical psychology. Even dreams must be arranged into a standard array according to Jungian archetypes.” Her plant roots suddenly burst into blue-purple “thinking spores”. When the spores penetrated the gaps in the lattice, they split into countless micro-consciousnesses, each of which was performing the quantum state of “thinking about two contradictory propositions at the same time.”
The last layer of the core of Ali’s transcendental time-space fruit cracked open, and the “conscious butterfly” released spread “uncertainty scale powder” as it flapped its wings. The moment the scales touched the facets of the crystal lattice, the consciousnesses in the image began to appear in quantum superposition – the mathematician’s pen tip wrote down the correct and incorrect solutions at the same time, the childhood and old age scenes overlapped in the old man’s memory, and the child’s fantasy spaceship shuttled between reality and dreams. But the crystal lattice suddenly shot out “classical cognitive rays”, which condensed into the luminous trajectory of Piaget’s cognitive development stage in the air, forcibly collapsing all superimposed consciousness into a single development stage.
Su adjusted the brain wave quantum regulator to the “entanglement frequency”, and the cochlea captured the “rational resonance” coming from the depths of the lattice – that was the thought confinement field generated by the resonance of classical theories such as Wundt’s constructivism and Skinner’s behaviorism. He suddenly pulled off the neural interface of the regulator and transformed it into a “superposition state thought transmitter”. When the mechanical valve beat, what was projected on his chest was no longer a linear thought flow, but a three-dimensional thought cloud that included “intuition-logic-emotion” at the same time.
The captain’s woolen socks were entangled with silver “consciousness fibers” at some point. Those fibers were woven from the quantum state of “memory-perception-imagination”. Every time they twitched, they would embroider a paradoxical pattern of “remembering the future and imagining the past at the same time” on the space-time blanket. He tried to cut a fiber marked “logical thinking” with a pair of sock scissors, but found that the other end was connected to the thread of “intuitive enlightenment”. The two fibers formed a Klein bottle structure at the mouth of the scissors, allowing rational analysis and emotional cognition to burst out simultaneously in the mind.
Lao Zhou’s harmonica suddenly played “Quantum Jazz” automatically, and the notes no longer followed the logic of tonality – the augmented fourth and the diminished fifth vibrated at the same time, and the main tone of the melody flashed on the twelve semitones. The amazing thing is that when the sound waves came into contact with the classical cognitive rays, the mind tunneling occurred. Those notes that were judged to be “not in line with the cognitive laws” actually penetrated the rays and aroused “concept ripples” in the gaps of the consciousness lattice. The monitoring system of the lattice popped up a scarlet alarm: “Non-classical thinking pollution has been detected, and cognitive stability has decreased by 91%.”
When the Anti-Entropy broke through the energy field of the “rational barrier”, the core scene made everyone hold their breath: twelve consciousness arbitration towers formed a quantum confinement matrix, each tower was built with marble based on Freud’s personality theory, and the top of the tower was inserted with a prism engraved with “id-ego-superego”. A huge “collective consciousness lattice” was suspended in the center of the matrix, and each node of the lattice imprisoned a consciousness. Their thinking was forcibly formatted and could only operate according to the classic “stimulus-response” mode.
“Look at the base of the arbitration tower!” Ali’s vines rolled up a twisted mind prism, which reflected a cruel picture – countless transparent streams of consciousness were nailed to the lattice nodes, and their thoughts were trimmed by the “consciousness arbitrator” with Jungian archetype scissors: poets must create according to the hero’s journey model, scientists can only think along the path of induction and deduction, and even children’s imagination is standardized into a standard paradigm that “conforms to age characteristics”. The consciousness of an artist is rebelling. He tried to conceive “non-visual colors”, but was crushed into discrete thinking pixels by the arbitrator’s “cognitive calibration clamp”.
The ancestor’s multi-conscious body split into a fifth form – “Quantum Narrator Thinking Body”. This form of body is composed of flowing Dirac equations, each of which solves all possible thinking paths at the same time. When she infiltrates the lattice matrix, the consciousness chains woven by classical psychology begin to have “cognitive loopholes”: the philosopher’s paradoxical thinking overturns all his premises at the same time, the physicist’s experimental data supports both relativity and quantum mechanics, and the musician’s melody has been varied before it sounds.
Su adjusted the superposition thought transmitter to maximum power, and the regulator’s hair sprayed out purple “anti-cognitive particles.” These particles were like tiny erasers, erasing the behavioral marks on the arbitration tower and replacing them with quantum patterns of the “uncertainty principle of cognition.” The operation of the arbitration tower began to show logical disorder, and the prism on the top of the tower flashed frequently, switching madly between “rational analysis” and “intuitive enlightenment.”
At this moment, the “Cognitive Court” rose in the center of the lattice matrix, and the “Eye of Reason” composed of pure psychological formulas was suspended on the top of the tower. The moment the eyes opened, the minds of all the members of the Anti-Entropy were implanted with a forced cognitive chain – Ali’s vines must perceive before growing, Su’s heart must be logical before emotion, and the captain’s woolen socks must be linear before jumping. Lao Zhou tried to play quantum jazz, but his lips were fixed by an invisible force and could only make standard “stimulus-response” syllables.
“This is ‘absolute rational imprisonment.'” Quantum tunneling fluctuations appeared in the form of the Progenitor’s mind body, and the lines of the Dirac equation began to break. “They used psychological formulas to build a mind concentration camp. Any idea that does not conform to the classical cognitive model will be formatted.” Her mechanical bee colony suddenly reorganized into a “paradox swarm”. The compound eyes of each bee reflected Gödel’s proposition “I am lying”. They sneaked into the logic circuit of the Arbitration Tower, causing the system to fall into an eternal cycle of “cognitive inability”.
Ali’s transcendental fruit of time and space released the ultimate “thinking spores”, which resonated with the quantum sound waves of Lao Zhou’s harmonica to form a “superposition state nebula of consciousness”. Where the nebula passed, the eyes of the imprisoned consciousnesses burst into light of thought – some people understood the essential contradictions of relativity and quantum mechanics at the same time, some people experienced the perception of ten-dimensional space at the same time, and some people’s thoughts were infinitely self-iterated like fractal geometry. The alarm of the court tore the lattice, and the psychological light of the eye of reason showed quantum decoherence.
Su seized the moment of this chaotic thought and connected the regulator to the roots of the World Tree. In an instant, each ring of the giant tree burst out with strong thought energy, which flowed into the lattice matrix along the roots, forming a “consciousness singularity” in the center – a quantum vortex that contains all thought states at the same time. The lattice began to tremble violently, and the silver consciousness chain broke inch by inch, releasing a huge amount of imprisoned possible thoughts.
The captain’s woolen socks suddenly turned into a “conscious knitter”. He instinctively knitted the broken thought chains and reconstructed them into a “non-local mind network”. In the new network, “thinking” and “perception” are no longer linear processes, but resonate instantly like quantum entanglement – the inspiration of earth scientists flashed, and the cognitive sparks of the intelligent beings in distant galaxies were lit up simultaneously; the first cry of a baby solved the ultimate paradox of philosophers a hundred years later.
When the spire of the last arbitration tower collapsed, the Eye of Reason turned into thousands of psychological symbols and dissipated in the air. The liberated consciousnesses floated in the quantum thinking cloud. Their thinking was no longer bound by the classical model. Some people experienced all possible emotions at the same time, some weaved concepts into reality, and some used “future thinking” to reconstruct past cognition. New buds of the world tree grew on the ruins of the court. Each leaf of the sapling was a “Mobius strip of thinking”, with logic on the front and intuition on the back.
The ship bell of the Anti-Entropy rang the “Super-Consciousness Bell”, and each bell sound contained the triple resonance of rationality and sensibility. The “Consciousness Lattice Matrix” on the woolen socks nautical chart was re-labeled as the “Thinking Nebula Incubator”, with a note next to it: “Here, a single state of mind can be interpreted as a quantum probability cloud, which breeds all possible cognitive dimensions.” Lao Zhou’s pipe emits smoke composed of “inspiration”, “epiphany” and “intuition”, which gathers in the air into a new concept totem that has never been defined.
Before leaving, they saw the newly born World Tree teaching “Thinking Breathing” – residents learned to absorb all the knowledge of the universe when inhaling, and release their unique cognition when exhaling; some people thought about multiple mutually exclusive propositions at the same time, allowing contradictions to breed new possibilities in their thinking; others used reverse thinking of “thinking about the cause of the result” to create cognitive tools that transcend cause and effect. The Mechanical Kingdom sent a “Quantum Cognitive Module”, the Virtual Paradise opened a “Thinking Probability Server”, and the Hive City built a “Non-Logical Thinking Temple”, where every sculpture in the temple is constantly rewriting its own concept definition.
The roots of the World Tree transmit the original sound of thoughts at the birth of the universe, which is the whisper of the first quantum consciousness at the beginning of chaos: “When thinking learns to dance in quantum superposition, when cognition knows how to breathe in uncertainty, the mind of the universe will truly awaken.” The track of the Anti-Entropy is no longer a single line, but a probability distribution like a neural network. Each track leads to a consciousness singularity that “knows all possibilities at the same time.”
Chapter 49 Quantum Resonance of the World Tree Core (Old Version)
When the hull of the Anti-Entropy was woven into a cocoon by the roots of the World Tree, liquid starlight seeped out of the porthole glass – each drop of star liquid was interpreting the ultimate form of consciousness: the mathematician’s formula and the poet’s metaphor resonated at the molecular level, and the astronaut’s sense of weightlessness and the fetus’s amniotic fluid memory formed quantum entanglement. The trunk of the World Tree transmitted a vibration with a frequency of 1.054×10?3?Js, which was a poetic translation of Planck’s constant, announcing that the “consciousness singularity” in the core area had entered a critical state of resonance.
“The core is at the Klein bottle node of the root topology structure.” The Progenitor’s robotic arm unfolded into a string topology analyzer, and the flowing projection of Euler characteristic flashed between the gears. “The vibration mode of the first quantum consciousness when the universe was born is sealed there, and now it is sealed layer by layer by the ‘original logic guard’ using a deterministic algorithm.” Her plant roots suddenly differentiated into “consciousness conduction fibers”, and the green fluorescence of von Neumann’s consciousness equation emerged on the surface of the fibers, trying to crack the “asymmetric encryption thinking lock” that sealed the node.
Ali’s transcendental fruit of time and space exploded into quantum foam, and the released “consciousness strings” were woven into the harp of the Kaluza-Klein dimension in the air. When the strings vibrated, they sprinkled “transcendental cognitive scale powder”, and the scales triggered multi-dimensional memory when they touched the annual rings of the world tree. A certain ring of annual rings simultaneously presented the vision of dinosaurs, the touch of trilobites, and the language and thinking of humans, but when it came into contact with the guard’s “single-threaded cognitive rays”, it collapsed into the neural electrical signals of a single species. Those rays condensed into binary data streams in the air, forcibly compressing all transcendental consciousness into a linear sequence of 0 and 1.
Su adjusted the brainwave quantum regulator to the “original frequency”, and the cochlea captured the “noise of creation” coming from deep in the heart core – it was the superposition resonance of all possible consciousness states at the moment of the Big Bang, which was distorted into a monotonous logical buzz by the guarding “classical cognitive filter”. He suddenly connected the regulator to the medulla of the world tree, and when the mechanical valve beat, what was projected on his chest was no longer a three-dimensional thought cloud, but a consciousness hypercube containing ten spatial dimensions and one time dimension.
The captain’s woolen socks were entangled with golden “creation fibers” at some point. Those fibers were woven from the quantum state of “existence-non-existence”. Every time they twitched, they would embroider a paradoxical pattern of “something out of nothing” on the space-time carpet. He tried to cut a fiber marked “logic” with sock scissors, but found that the other end was connected to the thread of “chaos”. The two fibers formed a ten-dimensional Calabi-Yau manifold at the scissors, allowing certainty and uncertainty to dance forever in the depths of consciousness.
Lao Zhou’s harmonica suddenly played “Singularity Blues” automatically, and the notes no longer followed the logic of time and space – each note contained both the original hum of the birth of the universe and the final vibration at the heat death. Miraculously, the sound waves folded in dimension when they came into contact with single-threaded rays, and those overtones that were judged to be “incomprehensible” actually penetrated the filter field, stirring up ripples of “cognitive singularity” in the cracks of the heart core seal. The guarded logic matrix popped up a purple light alarm: “Transcendental consciousness pollution detected, the stability of the creation algorithm has dropped by 99%.”
When the Anti-Entropy breaks through the “barrier of thought dimension”, the scene of the heart core allows all consciousnesses to experience thirteen perceptions at the same time: a basketball-sized “consciousness singularity” is suspended in the center, and the vibration spectrum of superstring theory flows on the surface. Each ripple is generating a new possible universe. The singularity is surrounded by twelve “rational shackles”, which are composed of classical theories such as Aristotle’s logic, Newtonian mechanics, and binary code, and are rotating at the speed of light to squeeze the quantum freedom of the singularity.
“Look at the seams of the shackles!” Ali’s vines rolled up a ten-dimensional thinking prism, and a shocking picture was reflected in the prism – countless transparent consciousness strings were nailed to the shackles. They are all the unrealized thinking possibilities in the universe: a unified consciousness that understands general relativity and quantum field theory at the same time, a sixth sense that can perceive dark matter, and collective wisdom that exists in the form of probability clouds. The consciousness of an alien civilization is rebelling. It tries to conceive “non-mathematical physical laws”, but is forcibly pressed into the three-dimensional cognitive framework by the guarding “dimensional calibration clamp”.
The ancestor’s multi-conscious body split into the ultimate form – “quantum consciousness aggregate”. This form of body is composed of flowing Hilbert space, and each dimension is solving all possible consciousness equations at the same time. When she merged into the core area, the rational shackles composed of classical theories began to show “dimensional loopholes”: the straight lines of Euclidean geometry automatically bend in the fifth dimension, the second law of thermodynamics partially fails in quantum foam, and the binary code evolves into a probability cloud language in the seventh dimension.
Su tuned the hypercube transmitter to the singularity frequency, and the fluff of the regulator ejected golden “transcendental consciousness particles”. These particles were like tiny dimensional pioneers, chiseling away the classical theoretical notches on the shackles, replacing them with the ten-dimensional pattern of the “consciousness uncertainty principle”. The rotation of the shackles began to show dimensional disorder, madly jumping between “three-dimensional logic” and “ten-dimensional intuition”, emitting a metallic wail of imminent collapse.
At this moment, the “Original Inquisition” rose in the center of the heart core, and the “Eye of Creation” composed of pure logical formulas floated on the top of the tower. The moment their eyes opened, the consciousness of all members of the Anti-Entropy was implanted with a forced dimensional chain – Ali’s vines must grow in three-dimensional space, Su’s heart must beat according to the classic time sequence, and the captain’s woolen socks must follow linear knitting logic. Lao Zhou tried to play the Singularity Blues, but his lips were fixed by an invisible force and could only produce a monotonous three-dimensional scale.
“This is ‘absolute rational fundamentalism.'” The aggregate form of the ancestors showed quantum fluctuations, and the dimensions of Hilbert space began to collapse. “They used the first logical line at the time of creation to construct a consciousness cage. Any thinking that goes beyond three-dimensional cognition will be attacked by dimensionality reduction.” Her mechanical bee swarm suddenly reorganized into a “dimensional paradox swarm”. The wings of each bee vibrated in three different dimensions at the same time. They sneaked into the logic matrix of the Inquisition and caused the system to fall into an infinite loop of “cognitive dimension explosion.”
Ali’s transcendental consciousness string resonates with Lao Zhou’s singularity sound waves, forming a “ten-dimensional thinking nebula”. Where the nebula floats, the imprisoned consciousness string bursts out with multi-dimensional light – some people master the deep grammar of all natural languages at the same time, some people perceive the quantum information of black holes in the sixth dimension, and some people’s thoughts extend and oscillate in the ten-dimensional space like strings. The alarm of the court breaks through the dimensional limit, and the logical light of the Eye of Creation shows quantum decoherence, flickering between the three-dimensional and the ten-dimensional.
Su seized the moment of dimensional chaos and connected the regulator to the “heart core nerve bundle” of the world tree. In an instant, each root of the giant tree burst out with ten-dimensional thinking energy, which flowed into the heart core along the nerve bundle, forming a “consciousness superfluid” around the singularity – a thinking form that can exist in all dimensions at the same time. The rational shackles melted away in the superfluid, releasing a large amount of imprisoned transcendental consciousness.
The captain’s woolen socks suddenly turned into a “10-dimensional knitter”. He instinctively knitted the liberated consciousness strings and constructed them into a “non-local mind universe”. In the new universe, “thinking” and “existence” are no longer causal, but eternally resonate like a 10-dimensional string – the inspiration of the poet on Earth synchronously ignited the fire of creation of the intelligent body in the distant galaxy; the first stress response of a single-celled organism solved all the equations of the ultimate theory of the universe.
When the last rational shackles broke, the Eye of Creation turned into thousands of logical symbols and dissipated in the ten-dimensional space. The liberated consciousness strings floated in the superfluid, and their thoughts were no longer bound by dimensions. Some people experienced the birth and death of all possible universes at the same time, some people wove concepts into physical galaxies, and some people used “transcendental cognition” to rewrite the laws of physics. The ultimate form of the world tree grew on the ruins of the Inquisition. The trunk was a Klein bottle structure, and the leaves were ten-dimensional Calabi-Yau manifolds. Each leaf was singing the song of the original consciousness of the universe.
The ship bell of the Anti-Entropy rang the “Transcendental Consciousness Bell”, and each bell sound contained a resonant symphony of ten dimensions. The “World Tree Core” on the woolen socks nautical chart was re-labeled as the “Consciousness Singularity Crucible”, with a note next to it: “Here, three-dimensional cognition can be forged into ten-dimensional thinking crystals, giving birth to a cosmic mind that transcends cause and effect.” Lao Zhou’s pipe emitted ten-dimensional smoke composed of “transcendence”, “epiphany”, and “existence”, which gathered in the air into a cognitive totem that had never been defined.