He threw down the bloody gauze and began to tie up the DTR35. It's unfair to treat a wounded man like this, I want to stop him, but he has already said that we are not friends, we simply cannot survive without him, and life is in Yannis's hands. Besides, I think he's measured.

Just someone who is less likely to kill you.

And then it was me. In the rhythmic sound of tearing, the tape was already wrapping around my swollen and aching wrists. "You can't move anymore, you can't shout," he warned me with a knife, "or I'll keep your mouth shut until tomorrow morning." "I imagined that tomorrow morning, my own wine would start to rise, and I would have to choke in my mouth when I vomited, and I would end up drowning in my own vomit. This thought makes me shudder. Now that life is gone, I'm just a pawn at the mercy of things and trying to get a chance.

"So do we have any use?" I asked him, looked around, and noticed a factory. There seemed to be something swinging there that upset me. Indeed, only such a high roof can accommodate it. The root of all my nightmares.

"Let's put it this way, there was a man here who wanted to assess what the world was like. But on the day he finished his assessment, he found out that everything was wrong. Yannis turned the ring on the little finger of his right hand, and the facets of the diamond reminded me of the geometry inside Aquetas, one of which was observing our universe.

"All the data is wrong, and only by finding all the evidence can we judge the universe as it is. The world is more dangerous than you think. He listened with bated breath for a moment, and I pricked up my ears, but only the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.

"Looks like we're safe." I looked at Yannis.

"As I said earlier, the world is more dangerous than you think. I lack the necessary information. It turned me from a sane scientist into someone I couldn't even imagine. ”

"What is it?" I looked at that thing closely. Sure is undoubtedly a familiar nightmare, but someone firmly believes in their own delusions.

"Gambler."

"So that's what brought me here?" I confronted him, "Is it so selfish, just for a meaningless gamble?" "Does God roll the dice?

"So to speak." Yannis smiled slightly.

The incongruity was there in the beginning. In the universe where everything is destined, free consciousness is the factor of incongruity. The mystery is not the existence of wave functions that cannot collapse, but the ones that can. It is normal for those ancient stars to exist, and it is normal for giant beasts that have lived for thousands of years, but it is we who are small and ephemeral that really cannot exist.

"What are you looking at?" He finally noticed my gaze looking away, "The house?" ”

I nodded.

"I can show you there. Actually," Yannis let me go, "I was supposed to take you there." ”

"What about them?" I glanced apprehensively at my companion.

"Don't worry, they'll be fine while we talk."

"Drawing curves from the perspective of three-dimensional space." Yannis looked at the huge pendulum in amazement. I don't know who touched my mentor's abandoned lab, but by the time I got back, all I had left was the nail. Now I think it may not be that it was lucky, but that all the looters carefully avoided it. It's tormenting my chest. I watched the pendulum swing out of the darkness in a four-second cycle, and then back again.

"Its trajectory changes over time."

I shook my head. "No, Yannis. Any idea why you need a magnetically levitated pendulum? It's for the sake of its own unchanging. It's not the pendulum that moves in the room, it's the whole earth moving under the pendulum, depicting curves in the galactic spiral arms, and the galactic moving at the same time. Relative to the constituent parts of the space-time continuum. If you believe that such a thing exists, have you ever thought that there would be thunder lines in the universe? Can it be used to measure points in all other locations? ”

"It simply can't exist." Yannis is straight to the point.

I pointed to the vague pendulum: "You think everything is destined to be a paradox, and you want to explain what kind of existence is in this universe where the pendulum that understands the structure of the universe is located." It's just overreach. ”

"You seem to know it well."

"You've got the right person," I looked into his blue eyes, "because it used to be mine, you grave robbers." ”

Gabriel's Trumpet. On Judgment Day, Gabriel will sound the trumpet, and everyone will be held accountable for their sins. Another Gabriel's horn was tormenting me. X is a function of 1/X. The reciprocal of X revolves around its own axis, with a finite volume and an infinite surface area. There is no end. Like superstring theory, a mistake is not a mistake, but it is just conjecture.

"It's just a difference in words." Yannis's acerbic tone resembles the tone of a mentor when he says something that has nothing to do with reality. "Yes, the difference between the words and the data. The universe is constantly imitating itself, from pictographic drawings to delicate sculptures, and the real becomes real when it is false, and this is our universe. I said to myself.

"Those who can't collapse the wave function, can they see the world?" I think I've said a lot and it's his turn to answer my questions, and he's smart enough to see my intentions and wait for me to speak.

Like a general who has lost a battle, Yannis said tiredly: "They can't see the world, because they are the side of the world, just like the people in Times Square can't see the United States." ”

"Why did they kill my friend?"

"Not only your friends, but all the people who leak the secrets of the universe and don't want others to know." I remembered the DTR35 modification of that instrument, and the diagram on the 774 wall.

"Before," I said slowly, unbuttoning my collar, "I observed that there was a nail that hadn't been swept over by the pendulum. The balance has been shaken,"

"What does that mean?" Yannis became serious.

I showed him the nail in my left shoulder: "This shows that time is also our enemy." ”