As the jets of the spacecraft's engines tore through the edges of the entropic universe, the porthole glass suddenly began to ripple with the probabilistic cloud patterns characteristic of quantum tunneling. The double helix mark on the back of Lin Yue's neck trembled violently—the inner Möbius strip oozing golden-red causal sparks, the outer mirrored pyramid condensing into silver-blue dimensional ice crystals. The two collided in the entropy-balanced light stream, sending up countless probability dice suspended in the air. Each die's six sides were inscribed with scenes of the collapse and creation of different universes. The calico cat's mechanical claws suddenly caught on a gear, and the remains of its collar projected a wildly trembling wave function curve: "Warning! Collapse of the superposition state of quantum foam detected. All observations are generating parallel universe branches!"

Lu Li's silver-gray code form was shrouded in probabilistic interference fringes: his left shoulder was decomposing into virtual particle pairs (quantum tunneling) with a 70% probability, while his right shoulder was condensing into a cluster of real particles (quantum condensation) with a 30% probability. The two states repelled each other in superposition, leaving behind a Wheeler bubble of red, blue, and purple in the air. As he pointed at the star map, five afterimages appeared simultaneously on his fingertips, touching the five probabilistic entrances to Universe 333. "Look at the gaps between these bubbles—the dark purple fluid is weaving an 'observer effect trap.' Each bubble observed becomes fixed in a probability of destruction, while the unobserved bubbles breed new cages."

Lin Yue gazed out the porthole and saw countless translucent probability bubbles floating in the void, each encapsulating overlapping fragments of spacetime. In one bubble, Earth simultaneously experienced the dual visions of dinosaur dominance and human extinction (a superposition state). In the adjacent bubble, the same Earth, however, collapsed into a single historical line due to the observer's gaze (a deterministic state). At the core of the central bubble, a dark purple fluid entangled the observer's synapses like a neural network, forcibly splitting their thoughts into two quantum states, "observed" and "unobserved," eternally wandering in the probability cloud. As the spaceship passed through the cluster of bubbles, Lin Yue's reflection in the porthole suddenly split into countless others—each experiencing a different branch of life, some disassembling the baton (probability A), others reassembling it (probability B), while many more flickered in the superposition between the two, forming an unfocused quantum ghost.

"The core of quantum foam is the 'observer paradox.'" Lu Li pressed his code hand against the porthole, and the probability equations of the Copenhagen Interpretation emerged where his fingertips touched. "The collapse of the superposition state here is not a natural phenomenon, but a 'probability lock mechanism' distorted by the dark purple fluid. It's like putting Schrödinger's cat in a superposition of both life and death. Once the observer's consciousness is trapped, all possibilities will be exhausted in a cycle of certainty and uncertainty. The memory fragments of the 'time anchor' show that the fluid is utilizing the observation dependence of quantum mechanics to transform this place into a 'maze of existence and nothingness.'"

Before he could finish his words, the spaceship was suddenly engulfed in a vortex of countless probability clouds. The power of quantum foam was so strange that, under the observer effect, the ship's hull simultaneously appeared rusted (observed as disordered), crystallized (observed as ordered), and transparent (unobserved). This superposition of states gave the metal a noisy hum, like an FM radio. The calico cat's gear rain crashed into the foam, but the moment of contact, it split into countless pieces—each gear spinning, disintegrating, and reorganizing in a different probability branch, forming a probability tree composed of countless "destruction" and "rebirth," each branch leading to a different parallel universe.

"We must find the 'probability source core'!" Lin Yue's thread of time plunged into a quantum vortex, her consciousness instantly hurled into the torment of probabilistic superposition. She saw countless versions of herself struggling in different probability branches: The 70% probability version of Lin Yue was disintegrating into virtual particles (the ultimate in quantum tunneling), while the 30% probability version coalesced into clusters of real particles (the ultimate in quantum condensation). In the remaining probability branches, her consciousness was torn into countless fragments of "observation desire" and "unobservation desire." These fragments interfered with each other in the probability cloud, making it impossible for her to distinguish which parallel universe she was in.

Lu Li's code stream suddenly turned into a silver-gray probability buffer layer that wrapped around her: "Don't be contaminated by superposition consciousness! Every quantum bubble has a 'zero probability critical point', like a node of a wave function, where all probability branches cancel each other out. Look at those dark purple fluid lines - they are stitching the gaps between different probability branches, trapping the observer in a 'cage of infinite possibilities'." Lin Yue looked along the code light stream, and sure enough, she saw the dark purple fluid tying all the branches of the bubble like a probability string. Every time the bubble oscillated, the string would tighten, dragging the consciousness of more observers into a cycle of certainty and uncertainty.

The calico cat's mechanical claws suddenly unfolded into a probability neutralizer, and a golden-purple neutralization frequency burst out between the gears: "An abnormal probability pulse has been detected! In the core of the bubble, something is generating all probability branches at the same time, just like the brain of the universe is thinking about all possible futures." The spacecraft's engine fell into an even weirder state - when a certain probability branch is observed, the engine fuel will collapse into the corresponding form (probability A is antimatter, probability B is nuclear fusion fuel), while in the unobserved branches, the fuel remains in a superposition state. This repeated superposition and collapse causes the engine power to jump wildly between all possible values, and it may disintegrate at any time due to probability interference.

Lin Yue raised the evolved Star Track baton, only to find the spiral gear on top flashing wildly through all the probabilistic colors. When she attempted to mobilize the "zero entropy frequency" that would balance the universe's entropy, the frequency was broken down by the foam into countless probability waves as soon as it left the baton. Each wave represented a possibility of "use" or "unuse." These waves interfered with each other within the probability cloud, trapping the baton in a state of quantum entanglement. "No, the rule here is 'observation collapse'. Any stable frequency will be forcibly split into probabilistic branches by the foam!" She felt the double helix mark on the back of her neck resonate with the core of the probability source, and another memory left by the "Anchor of Time" emerged before her eyes.

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