Little Mushroom

The aurora flickered violently.

wow.

The sound of glass splashing tore through the silent night, and An Zhe turned his head to look at the laboratory.

Polly also looked at the window over there: "Rum?"

Fog adhered to the window glass, and the inside was blurred, only the shadowy figures could be seen.

"Sir!" Rum's voice was seldom so excited. He slammed the window with one hand. There were a few bangs and the shutter was pulled open. His voice was clear but trembling: "The screen, Screen……"

Polly looked into the room suddenly, and the big screen was still dancing with messy patterns as before.

But Rum said: "Just now—"

An Zhe coughed a few times and said, "I'm fine."

After confirming that he was still awake, Polly strode towards the laboratory. An Zhe quietly swallowed a mouthful of blood and followed.His body was in a strange state, extremely weak and extremely painful, but because he had reached that limit, he seemed to be empty.

In the laboratory, Rum broke a glass bottle containing antibiotic granules, and the glass shards splashed on the ground, everywhere, but no one had the heart to clean it now.

When Polly came to the big screen, the lines fluctuated like wriggling worms, and he said, "What's wrong?"

Rum's lips moved, and he said, "It's clear...it's clear just now."

An Zhe couldn't describe Polly's expression at that moment, as if all kinds of too intense emotions were mixed together, but turned blank instead.Polly's hands trembled slightly, and his right hand was placed on the joystick of the instrument: "Are you sure?"

Rum's eyes seemed to be hesitating, or he was trying to remember - Polly stared at him, and after three seconds, he said: "I'm sure."

Polly Jean looked at the screen, and An Zhe stood behind him.The experimental institution used by humans at the peak of technology to study artificial magnetic poles-even if too many equipments have been lost due to disrepair, it is still a qualified and functioning physics laboratory.In the breath-holding silence, Polly pulled the joystick to pull back the wave line.

He said, "About what time period."

Rum said, "Just now."

He was silent for a while, thought about his words, and said, "Just in the blink of an eye."

Polly took a deep breath, set the recording time of the instrument back to 3 minutes ago, and started playing back frame by frame on the small screen.

——The beating and wriggling black lines, they are of different shades, some are formed curves, some are discrete black spots like stars.They are intertwined like that, like fate.Every frame, their shape changes, but this change is irregular.After staying in the laboratory for nearly half a month, An Zhe already knew that what the Simpson cage captures is the frequency of the interaction between elementary particles - Polly always uses "frequency" to describe it.

But the complexity and chaos of this frequency is beyond the scope of human's existing science. Polly strives to find a way to accept and process them to make them clear, just like a person who hears a piece of music and tries to make it clear. It writes a score, or constantly adjusts the frequency of the radio in the hope of receiving a clear signal.But for a long time, this work has made no progress. Facing the chaotic lines, Polly once said that he is like a mortal trying to hear the will of God, and like an ant trying to interpret human language.

An Zhe looked at the big screen that was still jumping, and turned his worried eyes to Polly from time to time, and he found that Rum was the same.In this protracted experiment, there were too many failures. If he couldn't reproduce the moment when Rum said "it's clear", he would rather Polly never got the news.

One frame, another frame.The flame in the fireplace was burning fiercely, and there was a "cracking" sound of firewood cracking from time to time, which was particularly thrilling in the silent laboratory.

A ghost-like image suddenly jumped out on the screen.

Even An Zhe couldn't help holding his breath.

On the gray and black background, all the lines suddenly disappeared—there appeared countless dense, translucent, dim white dots gradually hidden in the background. It is difficult for human language to describe what kind of shape it was. There seems to be no pattern, gathering together in some places and spreading out in some places. There are no white dots scattered in the center of the graphic, but a circle like a crater is gathered around it. The gray-black irregular circle is like a Ominous and menacing eyes.It's like—it's like human beings in the civilized age took a picture of a nebula that was so magnificent, and then transformed it into lifeless black and white.

"Yes, it's this one," Rum said, "Is the machine broken?"

"No..." Polly shook his head slowly, perhaps because his emotions were too tense, his pupils dilated slightly, "This is the unprocessed original picture, and the lines before were abstracted from the original picture."

An Zhe slowly thought about the meaning of this sentence, and after all, Rum had been attacking Polly for many years, he thought for a while, and then said: "Then...the machine is broken?"

"It's not bad." Polly shook his head, and marked a dazzling red star at the time node of this frame of image. He spoke much faster than usual, unable to hide his excitement, and said: "When the frequency of particles changes suddenly , the analyzer can’t get the result in a short time, it will show the original image for a short time, which proves that we are right—call Tang Lan over.”

When Tang Lan pushed open the laboratory door, his eyes were slightly black and blue, and he was obviously a little depressed.

"Sir." He said, "What can I do for you?"

Polly said, "Are you asleep? I'm sorry to wake you up."

Tang Lan shook her head: "I was already awake when Rum called me."

Polly: "Did you sleep well?"

"I just wanted to come to you." Tang Lan said: "The fluctuations suddenly increased—for a second, I felt a very sharp noise, and then I woke up."

Polly: "And now?"

"It's fine now."

Polly didn't speak for a long time, until Tang Lan asked, "What's the matter, sir?"

"Our method is correct. When the fluctuation is amplified, it shows this abnormality in real time. That kind of fluctuation can be captured by the Simpson cage in a similar way to record the magnetic field." Polly looked solemn.

Tang Lan frowned: "Isn't this good news?"

"No." Polly said, "I think of a question."

No one made a sound in the laboratory, only Polly's voice sounded, his eyes moved away from the small screen capturing the freeze-frame picture, and turned to the large screen with complex lines surging: "We want to capture the frequency of fluctuations, analyze the distortion generated The reason, but what if it now shows the struggle between the earth's artificial magnetic field and the unknown fluctuations from the universe?"

"I understand what you mean." Tang Lan raised her head suddenly: "The magnetic field can resist fluctuations, but the Simpson cage receives both of their frequencies at the same time. They interfere with each other."

"Yes." Polly said, "I've been thinking, if the magnetic field can completely resist fluctuations, why do genetic infections still occur on the earth? If the two have been at a stalemate, it makes sense. The fluctuations have been It affects the earth, but the magnetic field is also resisting, so that the matter has not yet reached the point of complete distortion, and the frequencies of the two have been entangled."

"In this case..." Tang Lan frowned: "Sir, if you want to use a Simpson cage to analyze fluctuations, you have to wait until the fluctuations overcome the magnetic field, or the artificial magnetic poles no longer work."

"That's right." Polly said slowly.

"But once the fluctuations get the upper hand, the matter becomes distorted, and so does the equipment of the Simpson cage."

"No," said Polly, "there is a way."

Everyone looked at Polly, but no one made a sound. In the silent laboratory, only Polly continued: "The Highland Research Institute has its own multiple movable independent magnetic poles, which can generate a small magnetic field with a limited range. That’s why we survived the catastrophe when the artificial magnetic pole failed a month ago.”

"If the artificial magnetic field covering the earth disappears...we adjust the position of the independent magnetic pole so that it can protect the core equipment of the Simpson cage, and at the same time expose the receiving area to the greatest extent—" Polly narrowed his gray-blue eyes slightly, and he Look at the burning sea of ​​fire downstairs.

Tang Lan: "Then we can analyze the pure fluctuation frequency."

"That's right, that's right..." Polly took a deep breath, the fire of hope had just ignited in his eyes, but it was suddenly extinguished at this moment: "But——"

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, and the room suddenly fell silent, and no one made a sound.

Finally, Tang Lan said: "Only when the artificial magnetic field fails... can we see the fluctuations?"

He looked out at the night sky, his voice was rough.

Polly sat down slowly in front of the computer. He faced the communication channel with the base and remained still.

"Only when we face death can we see the truth," he murmured, "Is this what God wants to show us?"

An Zhe stood in the corner, watching all this happen quietly.

Polly's speculation is well-founded. If there is only that strange fluctuation left in the world, the instrument may show its full picture.

In fact, it's doable.Polly is now facing the communication channel, and he may be thinking about his words. As long as any one of the northern base or the dungeon base agrees to close the artificial magnetic pole, the truth will be revealed to them.

But then what?What will happen to the two bases after losing the magnetic field?The disaster a month ago directly reduced the surviving population of the northern base to [-].

He couldn't imagine what kind of struggle Polly was facing now—this kind scientist left the base in the first place because he couldn't see the few sacrificed for the many.

But this world seems to be like this. It makes the survivors die violently, the benevolent kills, and the truth-seekers despair.

Facing the screen, Polly slowly closed his eyes.

Tang Lan said, "I'll come."