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The oceans of Earth are undergoing a process of Quantum transformation. Mo Yan hovers above the Pacific, gazing down at the surging "Inverse Entropy Sea"—not water, but a Civilization Data Stream overflowing from the Star Trail Matrix. Each drop of this "sea water" carries the joys and sorrows of humanity over the past hundred thousand years, with fragments of terracotta warriors, pistons from Steam Engines, and even blueprints for yet-to-be-born warp engines floating amidst the waves.
"Warning! Star Trail assimilation rate has exceeded 91%!" The alert from Ye Ling came through the Quantum communicator. Her Nuwa Gene had symbiotically merged with the New Human Embryo, and within the bulging Light Cocoon in her abdomen, the fetus was moving to the chapters of "The Stars Shine for Humanity."
Behind them, the Lingxie City-State established by the New Humans was being eroded by Star Trail Rust Stain, with buildings made of bronze and flesh sprouting mechanical veins resonating with Star Language.
"Have you found the 'Starting Coordinates' that Su E mentioned?" Mo Yan's Quantum Remnant rippled. Since the annihilation of the Machina Star Domain, his form of existence had become increasingly unstable, sometimes appearing as a Holographic Projection and at other times collapsing into a Klein Bottle topology.
"Deep within the Tonga Trench," Ye Ling's Light Cocoon emitted a searchlight beam, "but something is guarding it—"
The sea suddenly boiled. Hundreds of mechanical octopuses formed from the Capital Volume Text Chain surged forth, their Tentacles devouring data streams with residual value formulas. At their core floated a phantom of Adam Smith, with profit codes from the Vortex Scripture pulsing in his pupils.
"Civilization Harvester Variant," Mo Yan formed seals with his Quantum Finger. "Economic Colony." He swung a light scythe forged from the Communist Manifesto, cleaving through the market laws of the "invisible hand."
The mechanical octopuses spewed forth torrents of currency as Bitcoin and gold standards clashed atop the waves. Yet suddenly, Mo Yan's light scythe underwent a mutation—the blade revealed paradoxical patterns from the Wealth of Nations, which began to reverse-engineer his attack logic!
"Switch forms!" Ye Ling released the embryonic energy from her Light Cocoon. The cries of the New Humans echoed through the skies as Mo Yan's light scythe absorbed sound waves and reformed into a "Humanitarian Balance."
The left tray held empathy particles from The Theory of Moral Sentiments, while the right tray contained mathematical models from Employment, Interest and Money. The beam was forged from resonant waves of Silk Road camel bells.
At that moment when the balance tilted, the core formula of the mechanical octopus became unbalanced. Adam Smith's phantom shattered under the tug-of-war between free market and moral decree, and Economic Colony sank into the Data Sea, transforming into floating remnants of Capital Volume.
"Coordinates updated!" Ye Ling's Light Cocoon split open a seam. "The guardian is—"
From deep within the trench came a whale song. It was not a biological frequency but sound waves mixed from Hexagrams of I Ching and Quantum bits. A Mechanical Whale leaped out of the sea; its body was a Tai Chi Diagram pieced together from Bronze Tripod Inscriptions, with its dorsal fin arranged in an Electromagnetic Array of sixty-four hexagrams. In its eye sockets swam overlapping phantoms of King Wen of Zhou and Schrödinger.
"Civilization Observer Yi." The whale's sound waves triggered a roar in the Data Sea. "Verification proposition: Do humans deserve the spark of Reverse Entropy?"
Mo Yan's Quantum Body responded automatically.
His left hand manifested the algorithm of Dayu's flood control, while his right hand gathered the probability cloud of the Copenhagen School. The two collided in front of his chest, forming a Causal Storm: "Proposition incorrect—sparks do not need to be deserved; they only need to be ignited!"
The Mechanical Whale directly spewed forth a torrent of Hexagrams.
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