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Epilogue tombstone

Memorandum of the first manned time travel trial

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Volunteer: Wei Sheng

Item: Travel to the past

Time: Forty years ago, in 2015

Success criteria: After the transmission is successful, the volunteer will send a specific message through the network and delay the time, and the password will be verified.

Recovery: None

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When Wei Sheng's body disappeared into the huge time machine, no one dared to announce the success of the experiment, and there was a dead silence on the scene.

Because this is a one-way transmission, even if it is successful, people who go back to the past can only live to the future one by one, and there is no more cruel one-way ticket than this.

But if she fails, then she will be annihilated in the moment of teleportation, and the matter will be transformed into energy and permeate the vast cosmic space.

Of course, if she succeeds, she will send a message in the past, pass the password verification, and put it on the big screen in front of everyone.

At that moment, it was the beginning of the carnival.

It was a wonderful experience, a colleague who was still working beside her just now, had lived in the past forty years in the blink of an eye, and now she didn't know when and where, but her message came through the barriers of time and space.

As specified, the message time was set to five minutes after the start of the experiment.

At this moment, the central computer let out a melodious sound of acceptance.

Here it comes?

Everyone's hearts were sudden, this could also be an irrelevant message sent by others, and the judgment was only based on whether it could pass the password authentication of the central computer.

The password was actually very simple, just a six-digit number that was taken one before the experiment began, and then stabbed between the volunteers' thumbs.

It is completely possible to confirm the authenticity of the message.

The central computer has passed the password authentication!

At that moment, the whole hall was in a revelry, and everyone cheered and hugged, took off their hats and threw them high.

From now on, time will creep at the feet of mankind, and all those present will forever go down in the annals of human history.

Messages from the past slowly unfolded on the screens in the hall.

"Time and space are eternal."

Concise and powerful, it symbolizes the reverence of time before human beings conquer it.

This is the promised message, but it is not these four words that unfold on the screen.

It's a word.

Everyone silently recited this sentence in their hearts, and they couldn't help but fall silent, and the scene of the carnival was cold again at that moment.

That sentence sentenced time travel to death and denied all practical meanings of time travel.

A week later, the project was disbanded and everyone was assigned a new topic, albeit a one-month sabbatical.

The core elements of the two completed time machines were dismantled and stored separately, marking the official end of the project.

But none of this has anything to do with Nansheng.

He was walking through a forest of steles.

The stele is a granite stele, the black ground is like a deep night, Nan Sheng's side accompanies the uncle who guards the tomb, very talkative, I still remember the woman when she bought the cemetery.

"It's a poor man, lonely, I haven't even seen a grave sweeper for so many years." He sighed and said, "You're still the first person to come and see her." ”

Nan Sheng had already seen the tombstone, and among all the black granite tombstones, it was the only one that was made of pure white marble, so it was particularly conspicuous.

"I persuaded her, marble is good-looking, but not durable, the scenery is not good, thirty or forty years will not be able to see anything clearly, she does not listen, only marble is good-looking."

In front of the tombstone was a bouquet of fresh white lilies, still covered with dew.

Seeing Nan Sheng's surprised expression, the uncle sighed: "She seems to know that no one will come to see her, so she advanced a large amount of annuity in advance, and asked me to put a bouquet of lilies in front of her grave every time." ”

"It's really a hard worker, and you can only spend money where you can't see it."

Nan Sheng sighed, and then said, "You go first, I'll accompany her alone." ”

A week ago, they were together, discussing the final details of the time machine.

A week later, he could only look in vain at her white tombstone here.

At the same time as the central computer received the message, Nan Sheng also received a message from Wei Sheng, about his personal request.

The message is simple, just an address.

The address of this cemetery.

Nan Sheng read the tombstone, looked up, and then placed the yellow carnation in his hand on the lily bouquet.

At that time, the words that Wei Sheng came from the past were actually very simple, but they finally locked the meaning of the existence of the time machine.

"Whether you can go back in time depends on whether there is a place for you in the past."

"—Joan Smith."

Nan Sheng knelt down in front of the tombstone and bowed three times slowly but dignifiedly.

On the tombstone, there is a photo, in which Mr. Bei Luan is smiling calmly and indifferently.

Below the photo is the epitaph.

Below are the dates of birth and death.

"Born in the future, live in the past. - A lost man in time.

2035——2047

Joan Smith

2047——2055

Everyone silently recited this sentence in their hearts, and they couldn't help but fall silent, and the scene of the carnival was cold again at that moment.

That sentence sentenced time travel to death and denied all practical meanings of time travel.

A week later, the project was disbanded and everyone was assigned a new topic, albeit a one-month sabbatical.

The core elements of the two completed time machines were dismantled and stored separately, marking the official end of the project.

But none of this has anything to do with Nansheng.

He was walking through a forest of steles.

The stele is a granite stele, the black ground is like a deep night, Nan Sheng's side accompanies the uncle who guards the tomb, very talkative, I still remember the woman when she bought the cemetery.

"It's a poor man, lonely, I haven't even seen a grave sweeper for so many years." He sighed and said, "You're still the first person to come and see her." ”

Nan Sheng had already seen the tombstone, and among all the black granite tombstones, it was the only one that was made of pure white marble, so it was particularly conspicuous.

"I persuaded her, marble is good-looking, but not durable, the scenery is not good, thirty or forty years will not be able to see anything clearly, she does not listen, only marble is good-looking."

In front of the tombstone was a bouquet of fresh white lilies, still covered with dew.

Seeing Nan Sheng's surprised expression, the uncle sighed: "She seems to know that no one will come to see her, so she advanced a large amount of annuity in advance, and asked me to put a bouquet of lilies in front of her grave every time." ”

"It's really a hard worker, and you can only spend money where you can't see it."

Nan Sheng sighed, and then said, "You go first, I'll accompany her alone." ”

A week ago, they were together, discussing the final details of the time machine.

A week later, he could only look in vain at her white tombstone here.

At the same time as the central computer received the message, Nan Sheng also received a message from Wei Sheng, about his personal request.

The message is simple, just an address.

The address of this cemetery.

Nan Sheng read the tombstone, looked up, and then placed the yellow carnation in his hand on the lily bouquet.

At that time, the words that Wei Sheng came from the past were actually very simple, but they finally locked the meaning of the existence of the time machine.

"Whether you can go back in time depends on whether there is a place for you in the past."

"—Joan Smith."

Nan Sheng knelt down in front of the tombstone and bowed three times slowly but dignifiedly.

On the tombstone, there is a photo, in which Mr. Bei Luan is smiling calmly and indifferently.

Below the photo is the epitaph.

Below are the dates of birth and death.

"Born in the future, live in the past. - A lost man in time.

2035——2047

Joan Smith

2047——2055

(End of chapter)

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