Someone booked us dinner in the evening. When JR774 and I arrived at the restaurant, we found that they had been waiting for a long time. The food in this restaurant is frighteningly high-end and ridiculously expensive, and I know they are serious, but there is no need to be so serious. I exchanged glances with JR774, and he pursed his lips. There was uneasiness in the gunmetal-colored eyes. I shook his hand gently, it was cold and not like a living person.

There were two people coming. The man named Stefan was wearing a suit and tie, he was almost as tall as JR774, and judging by the width of his shoulders, his suit was mostly custom-made. He gave me a sense of oppression more than the thin JR774. I thought it was a social event at the institute, but now it seems that it is not. The boss only told me their names and where they met, everything else was unknown, and I regretted not asking more. As he shook hands with JR774, I could hear the bones shattering, and both of them were smiling, but their joints were white. There was a subtle hint of contempt on Stefan's face. He turned to me, took my hand, and kissed it gently, as hot as if he had been stung by a poisonous scorpion.

At this time, the waiter simply came to relieve the siege. Stefan ordered the duck and Olaana only ate the fruit salad. I found out that 774 and I were both chicken lovers. We're still at the table talking about experiments that don't make sense. None of them knew, including 774 and DTR35, that my experiments were now exposed to the public only on appearances, and that the real instrument was buried deep in another place, the quartz body, Aquetas.

I know it's an indeterminate system, but since it's an indeterminate system, why can't people who collapse the wave function have no scientists? Maybe I'm tired of the questions that don't have answers. It's useless to discuss this. Some people spend their lives thinking about why they exist, and it is only when they die that they realize that they exist to think about this question all their lives. Some questions have no answers, in fact, there are no answers, and the lack of solutions is already the result, but no one believes it. My question was not answered, and it may have been answered. No one can change the minds of ignorant people, because we use a bunch of arguments that they don't understand, and they just need one argument that convinces them. Everything can be solved with the same method, although this statement is not accurate at all. Sometimes I wonder what the thought is, and maybe someone thinks it is, and for him it happens. A man's faith is most devout only when it deceives itself.

Stefan is very talkative, and most of the time he is talking, and we are listening. I had no appetite, but JR774 kept eating, unsceiving, like a fish, and didn't know that I had eaten an incredible amount of food. Stefan talks a lot about wine, we don't know it, I used to grow up in bad alcohol, and maybe the same is true of 774. It's hard for me to imagine that this man who knows how to enjoy a high-end life, with a well-dressed woman with a beautiful woman, would be a researcher in quantum mechanics.

"I don't know much about your industry, but if there's one that interests me a lot, my eyes and ears will alert me." Stefan absentmindedly turned the diamond ring on his ring finger, more like an upstart.

"Your experiment is a very interesting one." Olaana's first time speaking, but her voice was particularly dramatic, if Stefan's voice was greasy butter, Olaana's voice was like a coarse grain of sand. Quantum mechanics has this kind of charm, and it can still persist in expressing other theories in a thorny state that is on the verge of collapse.

I don't know why they're interested in our experiments, but it's bad that they're already starting to get interested. I'm wondering if DTR35 is now a lonely experiment somewhere to fight the disturbances of insomnia at night. He has recently discovered more and more of another kind of people, more and more. None of them can collapse the wave function, regardless of age.

"He's coming, the only boy who knows what he's doing, he's coming for me." His voice was sharp and piercing, and I wondered if he had a gun at hand. "He just kept looking at me after the experiment, as if he knew what was going on. Now, now that he's coming to me from New York, he's looking for me. ”

"What do you think this looks like?" I asked worriedly.

"I think," the DTR35 is tired, "and that's a warning. ”