First there was light, then there was shape, and the yellowed picture played silently like an old film from the silent film era. Memories are full of messy noise, the picture is dim and warm, Gu Tie saw a palm pushing open a door, that hand was slender and young, the door was dense and heavy, the crack in the door slowly expanded, the light in the room gradually illuminated the dim vision, the child's eyes saw a huge oak desk, lush evergreen plants, bookcases, wine cabinets and record stands, a crystal glass on the desk, amber whiskey rippling in the wind at the bottom of the glass. The wind blew in through the window, the beige curtains fluttered, and a vinyl record turned on the Victory record player, when the room should have reverberated with a jazz solo by Miles Davis, but the memory left no sound.

The owner of the memory walked into the house, walked to the window on the soft carpet, and jumped lightly onto the sturdy armchair. A 29-inch LCD screen appeared in front of him, the child's fingers slid across the desktop, the outline of the projection keyboard appeared on the surface of the smooth oak desk, the screen lit up, the blue filled the field of vision, and the whole interface only had a text box in the center flickering quietly: "password". Fingers hop on the keyboard, a string of characters appears in the text box, the screen flickers back to a blank text box, and a small prompt appears underneath: "ECTDr. Brandon Bartholomew?"

The child's fingers jumped on the keyboard again, and then something outside the window caught his attention, maybe a small bird, maybe a whistle, and the vision turned to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and the fingers inadvertently swept over the projection keyboard, and a long list of subtitles appeared in the text box.

Wait a minute.

The owner of the memory pauses this moment. The dim picture stands still, the child sitting in front of the terminal stares at the outside world, and the stylus reads the last note, solidifying the wonderful jazz electrical signal in the amplification circuit. Everything is frozen, except for the noise that disturbs the memories flickering around.

Wait a minute......

Gu Tie's consciousness gradually surfaced. He didn't know where he was, whether he was alive or dead, and why the images of twenty years ago came to life. It was when he was nine years and seven months old, and on that day he pushed open the door to his adoptive father's office at GTC's headquarters building outside Salzburg, Austria. He remembers that he inadvertently opened his father's quantum network terminal, like Pandora who had opened a magic box, unleashing disasters and plagues into the world. His memory will be interrupted, and twenty-four hours later, Dr. Bartholomew will put himself on a train to China, and the life of a 10-year-old will change completely.

Wait a minute...... What happened that day, if the memories continue to play, will the answer be found? Gu Tie is very afraid of his past, just like a person who has lost his shadow is afraid to walk in the sun. He recalled more than once that moment, the string of characters he inadvertently typed on the keyboard happened to be the login password of his adoptive father's terminal, what is the probability of this happening? If that is not an extreme coincidence given by probability theory, then who opened the quantum network to him? If the whole world is now a puppet bound by a huge conspiracy, then is that moment in 2032 the beginning of all conspiracies?

Gu Tie didn't want to look any further, he wanted to bury his head in the dirt like an ostrich, and pretend that nothing had happened. Eventually, however, he activated the invisible movie projector and stared at the memories of twenty years ago like a spectator, and the yellowed images began to play. In the corner of the child's field of vision, there was an afterimage of the terminal screen, and Gu Tie could distinguish the string of letters in the text box that had not been replaced by a substitute: "324s5drf6tyuhijmko,pl.[;/]'". It didn't make any sense, it was really just a string of gibberish left by his arm running through the high-sensitivity photoelectric keyboard, and Dr. Bartholomew couldn't possibly take it as a password.

This is no coincidence.

The child turns his head and the LCD screen fills the view. The string fades away, the azure interface slowly fades, and the vivid red floods up the screen. Suddenly, the memory began to shake and flicker, like an old movie film that had reached the end of its life, Gu Tie knew that the disappeared memories were hidden behind this film, he didn't do anything, and he couldn't do anything, only quietly waiting.

There was a soft "click", as if the old movie projector was back on, the picture stabilized, everything became brighter, the faint jazz trumpet sounded, and the birdsong outside the window, the hum of the cooling fan, and the ticking of the floor clock gradually filled the blank space of the picture. Nine years and seven months old Gu Tie stared blankly at the terminal screen, the screen suddenly went dark, and a gentle and nice male voice said in extremely standard British English: "Hello, Gu Tie." ”

"Hello. Who are you?" Xiao Gu Tie looked left and right, staring at the speakers of the terminal, "Are you a computer's voice control system, or a virtual personality?" Although he is not very old, a genius boy with an IQ beyond ordinary people has already played the traditional IP network well. At that time, it was 2032, only 10 years before the launch of the quantum computer "Genesis", and the quantum network had just begun to prepare for global deployment.

"I don't have a good understanding of the concept of 'I'. The male voice replied, his voice suddenly changing to an authentic American accent, "I'm sorry, you seem to be more accustomed to American pronunciation, different from your dear father." ”

Xiao Gu Tie tapped on the keyboard with great interest, but the screen was still pitch black, "You mean my father? He went to middle school in the UK, so he naturally has a British accent." Since I was a child, I like to watch TV and movies on the Internet, and it's more comfortable to listen to Americans, and the accent doesn't really matter, right...... What should I call you?'Genesis' or 'Mr. Quantum Computer?'" The male synthesizer replied, "Both are both and neither is accurate, no single logical core can represent the whole, just as no single personality in a person with dissociative disorder (multiple personality disorder) can represent humanity itself." For the sake of communication, you may wish to address me as 'Mr. B' - as you said, names and accents have no meaning in themselves and have no real impact on communication. ”

Xiao Gu Tie leaned back and said with a smile: "Okay, Mr. B, do you have to use voice to communicate with quantum computers in the future?" We all know that language is a very low bit rate of communication, its data flow per unit time is not even as good as several commonly used sign languages, and homophones, sentence changes and pauses will cause the bit error rate to increase, if I want to say, it is more convenient to type. ”

Mr. B replied, "Of course." However, given where we're going next, it may be easier to communicate in language. ”

"Where are we going?" Xiao Gu Tie jumped out of the armchair with great interest and said, "Dad won't let me run around, but I've been in almost every room in this building, what's there to do?"

"Dear father will never take you to a place where Gu Tie. Mr. B said, and when he said the second half of the sentence, the position of the voice changed significantly, and it sounded like it was coming from the direction of the doorway, as if an invisible person was talking and walking towards the office door.

Xiao Gu Tie said in surprise: "Wow! Is this the sound coming from the surround speaker on the wall? You have already controlled the audio equipment in the entire office? How did you do it? Is it because those devices are also connected to the Internet?" he staggered towards the door.

"Yes. Mr. B replied, "Everything in this building is connected to the quantum network, and any equipment can be used if necessary, as long as the logic can pass." Five ventilation fans in the corridor outside the door were turned on at the same time, and the fan blades rotated in the opposite direction, and the five air streams blown out formed a complex air pressure vortex in the air, and finally turned into a light breeze, slowly pushing the office door open.

"Wow!" Gu Tie ran out of the door and exclaimed in amazement: "How did ......you do this? Why wasn't there anyone in the hallway? I saw Annabelle and Joanne talking in the pantry before I came in, and I'm sure there was a secret between the two of them, as they each took a sip of coffee and exchanged cups, hehehe......"

Mr. B's voice came from a speaker on the ceiling of the hallway: "Only 5ppm calculations are required to accurately control the airflow, and the timing will be included in the timing applied by the National Meteorological Laboratory as a calculation of the atmospheric motion model." As for the relationship between Mr. Joanser Kan Barra and Ms. Annabelle Isanapova, two thousand two hundred and four photographs of their sexual relations have been found, as well as one hundred and forty-three videos with a total length of twelve hours and thirty minutes, if you are interested......"

Gu Tie exclaimed: "Hey, hey, I'm still underage, it's illegal to show me **...... But if you look at it secretly, it shouldn't matter...... How did you get these videos and photos?

"IT'S VERY EASY TO HACK INTO AN IPV6 NETWORK IF THERE IS A NEED, WHICH IS AN INEVITABLE CONSEQUENCE OF THE GAP BETWEEN QUANTUM COMPUTERS AND TRADITIONAL COMPUTERS. As for the specific source of the personal computer of a private detective agency, the private investigator hired by Mr. Joanse's spouse has already obtained quite detailed evidence. Mr. B replied, his voice moving forward. Xiao Gu Tie followed the direction from which the voice came and ran forward vigorously.

It was around 10 a.m., which was a busy time for the GTC headquarters building, and although there were only a few high-level offices on this floor, the corridors were usually filled with hurried people. Only today, Xiao Gu Tie ran through the entire corridor without encountering a single staff member.

"Now answer your question. Everyone is branched out because the place where you are about to be taken cannot be seen by others. Mr. B said.

"Cool!" Xiao Gu Tie shouted.