(Disclaimer.) Everything in the prologue is based on real science, including the day of the week is calculated using the Zealer formula, and the text is not in the first person. ）

April 9 - Saturday, 2439

I received a message from the past.

It is from July 2017.

After I used the password I designed to parse this message, I realized that this message was reserved for me.

I don't know where it came to know that I wrote the quantum cipher independently.

I don't know exactly who it is.

All I know is that in that message there is story after story.

And every story hides secrets.

April 10 - Sunday, 2439

This secret message is like a treasure buried in the deep sea, and just by seeing it, I can smell the smell of the sea and hear the "whoosh" sound of the waves crashing.

Even though everything around me was metal, when I looked for this message from the quantum computer, it was as if I smelled freshly baked bread in a bakery and lured me closer to it. I've never seen anything so interesting!

Pacing through the clutter of the lab, my anti-static shoes made a slight "squeak" sound, like the sound of stepping on wet rubber slippers just after taking a shower, but a little quieter than that.

I had just walked past a quantum computer, which was still parsing code after code, and quantum superconducting interference became the basis for its birth, which made me laugh out loud at night when I fell asleep. I stroked it gently as I passed it completely.

Soon I signed the experiment register on the experimental table, "Wu Meng, 8:17 on April 10, 2439" and began to interpret this message.

The lights in the laboratory are not very bright, almost silent. I kept using various formulas, and my pencil notebook made a "rustling" sound. On the table next to it were piles of experimental handwriting, with clumps of drafts scattered around the table.

In the dark laboratory, only the slight sound of the quantum computer echoes my voice, forming a scientific symphony with me. I fluttered lightly with the pencil in my hand, like a trot in the park, and the squirrel jumped beside me! Then I came to the empty road, where only the traffic lights kept flashing, and I could run as fast as I could!

But that's going to stop for a while.

Because I have discovered the first secret in this message! I stood up and gently placed the pencil in my hand on the table, and the sound of the pencil rolling made me want to dance! I jumped and stepped on the metal floor, and this time I made a sound like the sound of raindrops falling on the ground. I rushed to the side of quantum computing and kissed its screen hard.

But I quickly said to my quantum computer, "This kiss doesn't happen very often!" "Because if the quantum computer were waiting for my kiss every day, I wouldn't be able to work! Although it will never move.

That message told me the first answer! The answer is, I need a very good training machine!

I staggered down the road to the warehouse, pretending I was a penguin, the hallway of the warehouse cold and smelling musty in a dark corner.

But when I open the warehouse door, everything is ready to go, and it's filled with all my old creations, like the prettiest vegetables in the supermarket, and people can't wait to see them and turn them into delicious treats!

Maybe it's because I've been sitting in the lab for too long, but the light in the warehouse makes me feel like a twenty-watt light bulb is lit in front of me.

It took a long time to find something, can you imagine the feeling of sitting on the ground and looking at the stars at night? I'm like that now, but luckily I found it, and my cultivation machine was in a pile of "garbage". Of course, it's not really garbage, it's just that compared to what I am now, other things are not so valuable.

I staggered down the cold hallway of the warehouse, not the same as before, I didn't sway to pretend to be a penguin, but because the training machine was too heavy! It's like a rock that can make you fall! But even so, I quickly returned to the lab and assembled and debugged the culture machine.

I took a deep breath, fresh oxygen filling my lungs, and began to decipher the second answer.

When I began to parse it, it was as if I had fallen into the tomb of an ancient Egyptian pharaoh, and the rotting rat-like air and old decorations stimulated my senses. The esoteric characters carved on the walls floated before my eyes, and if it was really ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, at least I had studied it before. But now, the secret is hidden in the high mountains of the ocean of numbers, and I am like a wanderer, walking through the mountains and forests, and the wolf howls from the mountains and forests from time to time make me retreat, and when I fall into the sea, I am met with an underwater storm, and a huge whirlpool drags me into the deep sea.

But it's all worth it.

I found the second answer! A catalytic factor that catalyzes cellular change! That's a catalytic factor made up of a combination of hormones!

An unspeakable darkness swept over the body, and the lights of the laboratory flickered suddenly. I sat in my cold chair and smelled the dull air before the storm. Everything in the lab seemed so lifeless and stiff that I threw the pencil in my hand against the metallic wall, the graphite leaving a faint black on the wall.

The third answer! Extract skin cells! Fourth answer! Injection! Fifth answer! Growth-promoting culture! ……

Until now...... Only the last one remains.

It was as if I was sitting in the middle of a golden hall with a long Western-style table in front of me, a glass of ruby red wine in a goblet on my right hand, and red poppies in a small crystal vase on my left.

I could even see the faint mist of the freshly served steak not far away, and I could smell the freshness of the washed vegetables, but I was just sitting at the seat at that table, motionless.

I closed my eyes, leaning on the quantum computer, the training machine behind me kept ringing, and the sound kept echoing and beating on my heart in this crowded laboratory.

Having solved the sixth answer, I didn't know if I should continue.

Because, what is hidden in this message is the limit of human ethics - human cloning.

April 14 - Thursday, 2439

The red poppy on the left hand side bloomed, and the forbidden fruit fell to the ground with a "snapping" sound.

(There is not a single word used to describe the mood in this article, which is one of the common techniques in foreign literature.) ）