Our experiments are still ongoing, and I have published double-slit experiments and indeterminate systems. This caused quite a stir, including more people starting to repeat the long-forgotten experiment. Their experiments are sometimes outrageous. But in any case, at the moment only the discerning person can collapse the wave function and make everything certain. But why the discerning man?

"Maybe it's the columnar body of the eye that creates a quantum coherence effect," DTR35 guessed.

"They don't seem to be necessarily connected, do they?" JR774 does not consider the columnar body that most living things have as a unique asset to humans.

I know everything seems to be out of control. When our mentors first applied for funding, the people who approved us said that we could achieve something extraordinary, but we could also be ruined.

On the way to find other experiments, I couldn't resist asking them the question that had been arguing at Yale for more than a decade. I leaned in the front seat and poked my head over and asked, "What's the difference between a brain and a head?" ”

"There's no difference, it's just a linguistic difference, and it means one thing." JR774 sat beside me with his legs crossed, watching the image speeding by outside the window, his slender fingers turning a strand of hair.

"Not only that, you're not entirely right. I think there's a difference," DTR35 said.

"But what's the difference?" I think of the malleable memories of my mentor.

I looked at the rearview mirror, and the DTR35 was there staring into my eyes and said,

"The brain is like hardware, but the brain is software."

A few days later, JR774 brought me news that made me uneasy and excited. He threw the papers at me and slumped on the couch to listen to a beer, and I saw his soaked shirt against his toned muscles and knew he was in a hurry.

He pushed the paper to my side: "Look at this, you'll be interested." They're gambling bigger and bigger – and we may be touching a hidden part of the universe, and if the universe doesn't want anyone to know the secret, then those who know about it will be punished. He flattened the iron can, and a tendon twitched on the back of his hand. I don't recommend that you continue, and the boss hired you in the first place to want you to continue your computer research. ”

"I have nothing but this."

"The boss said that if you can't start the project he prescribes, he'll transfer you to another biologist as an assistant."

"Study what?"

“…… Macrophages. I could hear the regret in his tone, and I knew that my almost crazy choice was still right. I'm just curious, and curiosity is the driving force of human progress. I can't imagine studying macrophages, observing life under a microscope that once peered on particles.

I opened the folder and glanced at it and knew I should continue gambling. I look like my former mentor now.

Some of them began experimenting with fetuses, in the mother's body, with the same method of amniocentesis. Most of them could see it, but very few failed to turn the lights on. This is an ethical issue, and many mothers of fetuses who do not have a collapse wave function begin to worry about having a child. For this reason, they explained that it was the fetus's eyelids that were completely complete, so it blocked the transmission of gaze. This inspires me. I want to see if there are anyone like that.

DTR35 put down the gun for the time being, and he went to various places to look for samples, and we were going to try to find the mystery of the uncertain system before others. JR774 and I stayed behind and answered all sorts of boring questions every day from reporters who didn't know physics.

He barely had time to fiddle with the aquarium. He is escaping from reality, looking for solace in meaningless things, when in fact he can't find comfort at all.

The tutor often chatters. We are all talking, talking non-stop, afraid of being discovered, afraid of being understood, and speaking is a refuge for all those who are not good at expressing themselves. Next to me at that time was another lab that didn't know what they were working on, someone I had never met. He kept talking, but I never answered. In fact, all questions can be answered with "what's your business" and "what's my business", but that day on the sunny beach, sitting in the warm sea breeze, holding the discharge certificate of the mental hospital in my hand, I found that "I don't know" was the best answer to everything.

"I washed my hair with lime water and now it's full of calcium and folic acid."

"Mentor."

"Photons only have velocity and no time to move constantly, so there may also be a substance that does not move with only time and no velocity, then—"

"Mentor."

"Dark matter is really just an illusion that humans can't explain everything."

Everything needs annotations to explain, all annotations need more detailed annotations, the world is built on deception, and the more ethereal things are, the stronger the foundation. I breathe the air, I am contagious, I talk about love, deceit, death and loneliness, I am a false prophet who cries out loud in the desert but refuses to go out.

"Mentor, please."

I saw him chattering in my dreams, and then in the rain, in the red light, the police swept our eyes. "Mentor, I miss you." I buried my face in the crook of my arm.

The DTR35 brings us news.

I don't know if it's good or bad news. He sent in the sample counts, so we had our first phone call.

"Do they know what it means to have the lights on?" I asked him on the phone, "Do they know what they're involved in?" ”

"They're all destined to collapse the wave function. Nothing different. ”

"But your table shows that this statistical report is irregular?"

"Maybe it's just that there is no pattern, after all, the uncertainty system itself should be irregular."

"They don't know who they are in the system," I asked, one last question, with deep unease.

The DTR35 is clearly hesitating.

"Why did you hesitate at once? Hesitation itself is also a type of decisiveness. "I exchanged a look with JR774, his lips closed, his face paler than usual. He's hinting at me something.

"Something went wrong, right?"

I asked.

“…… We may be in danger too. This experiment is dangerous in itself. "There's someone who knows what they're doing and what we're doing. He- he didn't make the wave function collapse. ”

The answer I think is close at hand, but out of reach. "Is it dangerous?" I asked, in the third person. I'm not sure what this kind of discerning person is who can't collapse the wave function.

"He's a boy. About seven or eight years old. You have to be careful with this boy. ”

Again, we are silent.

It was this night that I received a message from the foundation of another institute, I don't know what it was. I hesitated for a long time about it, unsure what to do with one.