Chapter 29 Theory of Information Dissipation through Wormholes
Just as Chen Fan was arguing fiercely with Yi about the relationship between the church and the gods in his mind, a slightly dull humming sound of mechanical operation came from the front.
It was the sound of a hydraulic system and gear operation. Perhaps because of the long time, there was an obvious problem with the lubrication of the internal gears. A harsh creaking sound rang in his ears, and Chen Fan couldn't help but shudder while biting his sour back teeth.
Fuck.
How long has this damn thing not been maintained!
The sour creaking sound echoed with the unclear chanting prayer, which made Chen Fan feel as if he was in another world.
The tightly closed metal door slowly opened, and a heavy historical atmosphere came to his nose.
In layman's terms, it should be the unique decayed smell of a large number of books piled together.
What surprised Chen Fan was that this decayed smell was mixed with a little special, peaceful fragrance.
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the scene inside the metal door.
The library is probably the area in the entire church that best fits Chen Fan's imagination.
A large number of bookshelves made of dark brown wood are neatly arranged on the flat marble floor.
The surface of the bookshelves is painted with a material similar to tung oil to prevent decay and moth.
A large number of books made of light yellow rough paper are quietly lying on the yellow-brown bookshelves.
In addition to a large number of bookshelves and books, goddess statues of various shapes can be seen everywhere in the library. These statues of different materials are matched with mysterious patterns, making this ordinary library look particularly sacred.
"Your Excellency the Chosen One, please come in."
The black-robed priest turned around and said to Chen Fan and Gao Yuan in a humble manner.
At the same time, the vague chanting next to him also stopped abruptly.
...
The edge area of the cosmic bubble numbered EL001.
The Pan-Universe Human Alliance.
The Dangerous Technology Administration.
A black hole with a bright accretion disk is quietly staying in a giant "cage" with a scale of light years.
Near this giant cage, a huge megastructure with an overall structure in the shape of a Möbius ring is slowly rotating around its own center of mass.
Inside the building.
A middle-aged square-faced man silently observed the huge holographic projection in front of him.
As the director of the Dangerous Technology Administration, the disappearance of the research vessel TE913 undoubtedly caused him great trouble.
Moore frowned, looking at the complex formulas and numbers flashing rapidly on the projection, and sighed helplessly.
After the last cross-universe transmission plan failed, the researchers of the entire Dangerous Technology Administration began to get busy.
They not only need to locate and explore the well-hidden cosmic bubble, but also come up with a new feasible plan.
Needless to say, the former is difficult.
Even with the first transmission coordinates as a benchmark, searching for a small cosmic bubble on the hyperspace membrane in the vast five-dimensional space is still more difficult than searching for a grain of sand in the vast ocean.
For example.
For two-dimensional space, searching for a target based on a certain coordinate is actually looking for a point within a flat circular range.
For three-dimensional space, this flat circular range will expand into a spherical space, and the difficulty of searching will increase exponentially.
And so on.
Five-dimensional space means that there are five mutually perpendicular directions. It is conceivable how difficult it is to find a specific object in such a complex space!
But the above is not the most critical difficulty.
Hyperspace membranes and cosmic bubbles can move, and their movement trajectories are often affected by a large number of external factors. Simply put, it is a bit similar to a chaotic system.
Therefore, the coordinates of the first cross-universe transmission have basically become abandoned coordinates at this time!
This is the pain point that the Dangerous Technology Administration is facing now!
If there is no next positioning signal, they can only find the "slippery" cosmic bubble through endless calculations and field explorations!
Thinking of this, Moore's expression became more serious:
If this goes on...
This year's year-end bonus and performance are going to be lost again!
Fuck!
Since becoming the director, I haven't seen a year-end bonus!
Just as Moore was feeling extremely melancholy about the year-end bonus he missed, a young man in a standard research suit in the distance suddenly stopped operating the holographic control panel.
"Got it."
He looked at the holographic image in front of him, and his eyes showed a bit of joy: "Director Moore, there is good news!"
"What?"
Moore was stunned.
Could it be that his year-end bonus has not been completely lost?
Moore's eyes, as if he saw his year-end bonus flapping its wings and flying back, suddenly became more lively: "Have you found that cosmic bubble?"
"You are so lucky?"
The young man scratched his head awkwardly: "That's not the case... Director, you also know that without a second positioning signal, it will not be easy to find that cosmic bubble."
Moore's heart, which had just risen, fell back to the bottom of the valley.
He waved his hand in a bored manner: "If we don't find that damn cosmic bubble, no matter how good the news is, it is not a good thing..."
"The inter-universe transmission may not have failed."
The young man interrupted Moore's words.
"..."
The hall was silent.
Not only Moore, but also the researchers and academicians present stopped their work and cast extremely surprised eyes at the young man.
Moore calmed down and looked at the young man with a strange expression:
"Academician Song, are you sure?"
The scene of the collapse of the inter-universe transmission wormhole was still vivid in his mind. The Administration even lost a large number of high-precision detection robots and general-purpose intelligent terminals.
Those were all worthless credit points!
Although the credit point quota granted by the Academy of Sciences to the Administration was very high, Moore still felt a pang of pain in his heart when he thought of so many credit points disappearing before his eyes.
Facing Moore's question, Song Ziliang turned his head and checked the holographic interface in front of him again, then nodded affirmatively: "Confirmed."
"If the data is correct, we have established a momentary connection with the target signal."
"In short, the wormhole was successfully generated, but collapsed in a very short time."
"According to the theory of wormhole information leakage, all objects passing through the wormhole will leave corresponding traces."
"Therefore, I tried to retrieve all the information that was dissipated when the wormhole collapsed, and restored and analyzed this scattered information."
Song Ziliang quickly projected the holographic data in front of him onto the huge holographic interface in front of him: "Good luck."
"The results show that at the moment the wormhole collapsed, an object successfully passed through the wormhole and entered the universe where the target signal is located."
(End of this chapter)
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