People who deal with the sea all year round will have the fishy smell of seawater on their bodies.

I began to regret my impulsiveness and did it to myself.

I gave the summary to the boss. He looked down at my paper, his blue eyes showing concern like never before. I seemed to see him at the age of eighteen, when we met in the university library, and his face was very young, not yet the baptism of the accident that happened two years later. But my dissertation will make his life more complicated than before.

"It's not that bad, is it?" I asked him nervously.

"Bad? No, it's just amazing. But trouble is sure to come right away, you know. The Boss frowned again, "I shouldn't have let you study freely in the first place. But what does the conclusion mean? ”

"Depends on what we think it means."

I don't want to discuss the research institutes that replicate these experiments, they have already decided that there must be a mistake in any experiment that has not yet begun. What I value is the facts.

There was a liquor store on the shortest route between the institute and my house, and I didn't dare to trust my will, take a long detour, and go back, so I stayed at the institute and went to the emergency water room of the chemistry laboratory to shower, which was a violation of science, but also my respect for it. There were all the chemicals known to man in the bottles around me, just no alcohol, no non-toxic alcohol. I don't know if JR774 is now bathing in the sink with formalin and the corpse, it feels terrible.

They're now helping to refine the experimental instrument, JR774 used to be a quantum engineer, and they're trying to simplify the bulky instrument like a small box that they carry around. But I didn't tell them to do it, so does the DTR35 already know my plans for the future?

"It's not what you know that matters, it's what you might know." A blind man told me this when he heard about our experiment. When his face was facing me, I felt as if he could see me again. Not for the first time.

There are really people in the scientific community who think they can answer everything.

The guy who used fetal experiments called me.

"It's as simple as that?" I'll speak first, and that's the first sentence.

"Yes, since you've shown that only humans can collapse the wave function, why don't I look at when life became life, it's something we've been talking about for millennia, isn't it?"

I am silent.

"It should be legal to kill someone who can't collapse the wave function. So let's choose to kill. His tone was excited and frenetic. I hung up. He didn't think about it, and what he was going to do could be wrong. There are more people like him. I suddenly found the best metaphor: just like me yesterday.

I regret the trip.

Outside the window were the fluttering wings, my first time in the air. The sea is cold and deep, and what I love hurts me. I was nervous, scared of the moment I left the ground, it was like a hanged man who had no stool under his feet. I checked the security and most of the time they ruined a person.

Suddenly, something green appeared in front of me, and I turned around, and JR774 looked at me with a smile. "Chewing gum is better when you take off to reduce ear pressure." He adjusted the backrest, and I think the people behind him might complain about his selfishness, but his height was uncomfortable in this small space, like a fish adapted to the sea, and he had to catch them in his lab.

Taxi, then take off, and the moment it's like the ship is out of the sea. He fell asleep, his head tilted slightly towards me. I remembered that same cramped place, where I was separated by a wall from another person, like two possibilities for a double-slit interference experiment. He talked to me every day, but I never answered, and kept repeating his call, as if he were mocking me mercilessly. Now I understand that what makes people desperate is not that there is no response, but that there is a response, but only an echo of oneself. Three months later we had our first conversation.

"Actually, what's the difference between truth and nonsense," he said, "truth is what everyone agrees on, and so is nonsense." One is more profound, and the other is easy to understand. Some people like it, some people don't, this truth is often categorized as nonsense, and what I'm saying now is also nonsense, but - but what everyone agrees with is not called expression. ”

"Aren't you expressing it now?" I knocked on the wall.

“”… Sort of. … There was silence for a long time before he spoke. "Actually, we're talking nonsense."

"But it's also the truth." I wanted to comfort him in this way, but it was actually more desperate.

"The fact that the universe can be explained is incomprehensible in itself, but the fact that the universe cannot be explained shows that there is something intelligible in the universe, a strange paradox. I wondered why we were studying it," I stared at the quartz body radiating pulses like a heart, freezing the present and the present again and again. "It's really incredible that something can be made up, and then prove it, and then make it up, that fictional truth can have derivatives."

"Everything is based on the basic theory that was first fabricated, and then in turn we prove it with its complex products, and prove it with everything it produces, which may be a mistake in itself."

"Did the universe come into existence just to prove that there was something wrong with it?" I asked the guy next door.

"Who knows the purpose of the universe."

"If we're not letting it know itself, what are we doing it for?"

"Prove what ignorance is."

Science builds everything on existing space-time, but in fact, it may not be necessary to have quantum entanglement first and then space-time. Calculating time is a waste of time in itself, just as one person is born only to fill the mind with another.

"You're not a researcher, are you?" I asked him, "You're the test subject, I never knew what you looked like, and I didn't know who else was in this room besides you." Our conversation itself is an experiment, I'm a researcher, you're a test subject? "I tried him so much, but the next second I regretted it, I lost my friend that day, and it caused everything to deteriorate irreversibly.

"I'm a researcher," said the guy next door, "but you're the subject." ”

This answer sent chills down my shoulders. He was sobbing. Later, he died. Even if this story is not him, there must be a shadow of him in it. But if I was told that it was just a story, no matter what the meaning was, I would just think it was fiction and had no real meaning. He was shot because he leaked secrets. I don't know why he's so stupid, maybe he can't live anymore. I'm still waiting, waiting for the return of someone who is gone.

My entropy is extreme. I don't believe I'm free, but I know I'll never be free. But at least I came out, and I found the guru and told him that we were all alive and that we could do it all over again, so that we could all be saved. But what a sloppy way it is! I patted my mentor on the shoulder, and he collapsed. All I was left with was a **** and a note.

That's the wave of my name.