DTR35 and I each came home from work, and I don't know if he has a home or not, but maybe it's the same as me anyway. I found myself hesitating at the green light. I stopped there and watched as the green light faded into a yellow halo and then red.

I've been injured before, and the instructor only dealt with it briefly, and then we continued to watch from the tall lighthouse-like observatory as the eighteen-foot-long iron chain dragged the brass pendulum to record the cycle. He was engrossed, and I, holding the data board, the first long dress in my life was stained with blood, and the wound was oozing pus, and this terrible flower was all I had and was buried.

I turned around. Back in the lab building, to my seemingly abandoned lab, carefully navigating around the shattered glass ballast, damn inopportune reminder of that rainy night in the watch shop. The mentor was born with the ability to reorganize his memories, and he never seemed to worry about the day until he went to see the sea. There was always a calm, almost indifferent expression on the teacher's face, which I was familiar with, but I just couldn't tell what it was. He showed me the sea that day. Instead of looking at me, he raised his hand and pointed to the mist in the distance. Then I was alone at the beach and finally remembered what it was. It's familiar, but I never expected it to be like this. That expression was anger. He was afraid of me, and we were real strangers.

"Look, that's the wave of my name."

I tried my best to see, but I couldn't see anything but the oppression of the approaching storm.

"Don't worry, it'll come someday."

I did an experiment myself. There are wounds that I can't leave unaddressed, and my mentor taught me. I didn't look at the content of the double-slit interference experiment, I just split the image and the data into two files, and the data was thrown on the table at random, but the image was kept by me and kept in the lockbox. I glanced at the instrument, it wasn't running, I turned it off, but I knew it was working on its own, and it had been there since the beginning of the cascade. Beauty is truth, truth is beauty. But no one has ever thought about what the truth is, and few have questioned its existence.

One day in the future, I might have a drink and open a folder of probe data, or maybe not.

The hidden order exists beneath all things.

I looked back in horror, his long smoky blue hair like a leaping cold fire.

"I know you've been there," his nice end note was a little stiff, "but I didn't expect you to be there." "Quantum physics makes facts non-local, and in quantum, there is no place anymore, so everything you want to happen is happening."

The more understandable the universe becomes, the more meaningless it becomes.

"I don't like to study this," said JR774, sitting at my desk, not respectful but not presumptuous. "I'm not interested in anything, but I just want to feel what you think. The two ways in which the world can work are that people with curiosity pretend to understand, and people without curiosity don't destroy it. Whether it is the principle of anthropy, or the proof of consciousness, it is a non-dividing idea that should not exist. What shouldn't exist can't be allowed to spread in the first place. ”

Why are you here at night, I asked him. "Darkness is good nourishment, just as anger is the best insulator to keep reality and life too close. …… Something that gives me peace of mind. "It's something I'm trying to drive away with numbers.

"What are you doing here? Usually I'm the only one who would like to experiment here around the clock. "He clings to my body, and don't forget the grass-colored lips behind my ears." Can you help me, I remember you said you were an all-rounder. "I didn't refuse his hand to caress me. JR774 was smart, he didn't speak, he was waiting for me to speak.

"Can I plug my detector into the indicator?" I continued to ask.

"What kind of indicator?"

"The lights will do."

“…… I don't really understand what you mean. If you read—"

"There's no need for a reading, it's just a warning light that comes on when the detector at the edge of the slit sees the electrons." I think my cheeks have left his blue lip prints. Or tooth marks.

His brow furrowed. "It shouldn't be difficult, but what is the purpose? I thought there was nothing to prove in the double-slit experiment. ”

"I used to think the same thing, but maybe I was wrong. So, I hope you can help me, with your biological talent. "I looked at his gun-bronze eyes, and we peeked at each other's thoughts, like a war.

"In other words, let's define an uncertain system."

It was the weekend, and I was experimenting with the two of them, and in the near-dark room, the mutated amphibians of JR774 were swimming silently in the aquarium, not knowing what important role they would play. Everything was ready and the DTR35 kept an eye on the lights, which the JR774 had spent two days doing for me. He carefully fished out an eight-legged frog and placed it drenched in front of the monitor, and I watched the phosphorescent screen, the interference streaks gradually taking shape, and the pattern of light and darkness was now very familiar.

"Look inside the box," I told DTR35, "if the light is on, let me know." He looked at the box, and before he could speak, the interference streaks vanished. I laughed. I've touched that delicate border between the known and the unknown, and I'm caressing it.

Amphibians did not let the wave function collapse.

"They are part of an uncertain system." JR774 was really smart, and he fell into deep thought.

The blind man worked next door and heard us, and he came. Blind people are the same as us in the dark, and everything is different until I turn on the light.

Everything wasn't the same until the lights were on.

"You're there too?" DTR35 vigilantly reached into his left chest, and I motioned for him not to be so nervous. "I can do experiments that require more attentive listening when no one is around, and hear Mozart's symphonies in the cacophony." I saw the disdain on the look on the DTR35 face, and I knew that he was a veteran musician, just the kind that was different.

"You're partners now?" No, she's the project leader, we're just helping," JR774 gave me a meaningful look. "It's all XCK42's fault, so you can't rest?" The blind man's smile was like the constant but unnamed expression of my mentor, and I knew that something must be hidden.

"Can I try it?" His godless eyes can reveal the perseverance that is difficult for a normal clear-eyed person to embody. The three of us looked at each other. "Yes." I say.

The device buzzed, we waited for ten seconds, nothing happened, and the interference fringes did not turn into two definite points, but walked in a mess. Blind people are also part of an uncertain system.

I shuddered suddenly. I remember what my mentor said.

"Can a dead man's eye collapse a wave function?"