"Imprisoned within the heart of the Source of Rules are the fragmented logical states of consciousness of the 'Anchor of Time'!" Lin Yue awoke with a start, the thread of time probing towards the center of the fractal. There, indeed, lay a violently oscillating regular polyhedron, its surface riddled with regular cracks, oozing a dark purple fluid. At its core, the countless logical states of consciousness of the 'Anchor of Time' were frantically interfering—the red states shattered deterministic logic with their blades of rules, while the blue states reconstructed uncertain logic with their shields of superposition. Each collision triggered a violent oscillation of the fractal. The calico cat's rain of gears slammed into the polyhedron, only to be repelled by the waves of rules. The gears fragmented into countless copies of the rules, undergoing verification and falsification in different branches.
Lu Li's code body disintegrated into a golden-purple data stream, seeping into the cracks of the polyhedron: "I will synchronize the frequencies of all logical states of consciousness! Lin Yue, you use the baton to build a 'zero rule buffer zone', and the calico cat captures the logical cocoon of consciousness in the fluid." His code stream merged into each logical state of consciousness, trying to make the opposing states resonate, but was countered by the fluid - the red code turned into a violent rule virus, and the blue code turned into a stubborn superposition barrier, which in turn intensified the oscillation of the polyhedron and derived more rule branches.
In this critical moment, the triple helix mark on the back of Lin Yue's neck erupted with a golden-purple glow. The hope code of causal closure, the anti-mirror symbol of dimensional nesting, and the zero-probability symbol of quantum balance automatically merged with fractal principles, forming a logical entanglement matrix beneath her skin, resonating with the baton. As she inserted the baton into the crack of the polyhedron, the spiral gears at the top suddenly merged, presenting a logical state of "all rules superimposed"—each rotation of the gears neutralized the logic of equal determination and superposition. The cracks on the polyhedron's surface trembled synchronously, disrupting the rhythm of the dark purple fluid flow and forming a brief logical vortex within the regular wave.
"Now!" The calico cat's gears transformed into a golden-purple fishing net, casting it into the swirling fluid, catching a cocoon of consciousness wrapped in a white light—the undivided, authentic, logical state of consciousness of the "Anchor of Time." As the cocoon of consciousness came into contact with the ship's energy field, the dark purple markings on its shell faded, revealing a flickering zero-rule symbol that formed a fragmentary message: "The key to breaking the rule lock... is the 'super-logical observer's perspective'..."
Lu Li's data flow had an epiphany: "We need to create a 'logically neutral space', find observation points above all rule branches, and make certainty and uncertainty different expressions of logical possibility." His code constructed a golden-purple cube at the core of the polyhedron, with zero rule frequency flowing on the surface. Any rule wave that hits it will be transformed into a neutral logical equilibrium state, no longer collapsing or superimposing.
As the golden-purple cube embedded itself in the heart of the source of rules, the surrounding waves of rules began to distort. Deterministic logic, which should have fixed a destructive outcome, instead transformed into new possibilities; superposition logic, which should have preserved all possibilities, instead transformed into a creative force focused on reality. Deviations spread like ripples, the fractal maze's oscillation amplitude diminished, and all branches of rules merged into a gentle sea of purple light, where a logical crystal of interwoven deterministic and superposition states floated.
A dark purple fluid emitted a high-frequency whistling sound, converging into twelve gigantic logical eyes at the center of the polyhedron. These eyes were composed of the resentment of the split, logical states of consciousness, each pupil reflecting a different tragedy of rules: civilization logically destroyed in the deterministic state, revived into countless branches in the superposition state, and then collapsed again in the deterministic state, repeating until consciousness dissipated. The giant eyes simultaneously gazed at the golden-purple cube, emitting dark purple beams that wove a new network of rule locks across its surface, attempting to drag the "logically balanced space" back into a cycle of collapse and superposition.
"Use the zero-rule symbols of the consciousness logic cocoon to construct a 'logical balance matrix'!" Lin Yue arranged the consciousness cocoon around the baton, and the white symbols automatically combined into a rotating Klein bottle. When the Klein bottle resonated with the golden-purple cube, the four-color pattern of causality, dimension, entropy balance, and quantum balance emerged on the cube's surface—a fusion of the four cosmic rule symbols and the zero-rule symbol. The light beam struck the cube, no longer generating a definite state or superposition state, but instead decomposing into flickering sparks of consciousness logic. They drifted towards the cracks on the surface of the Rule Source Heart, illuminating the countless consciousness logic states within the "Anchor of Time."
A startling transformation occurred at the core of the polyhedron: as the rule-locking network collapsed, the countless logical states of consciousness within the "Anchor of Time" began to merge. Deterministic and superpositional consciousness no longer clashed, but instead connected like a logically entangled pair, forming a new logically balanced consciousness. The left hand released deterministic energy to fix beneficial rules, while the right hand released superposition energy to foster new logical possibilities. These two forces converged in the palm of the hand, forming the logical stardust that nourishes civilization. When the consciousness was fully integrated, twelve-colored bands of logically balanced light surrounded the body, interweaving into a spiraling Klein bottle, reaching the edge of the universe.
"This is the true form of the fractal universe!" Lu Li's code flow re-condensed, and his body was covered with flowing golden-purple lines, no longer showing any fractal interference stripes. "Fluids distort the essence of logic, making observation a torture. In fact, certainty and uncertainty are the breath of logic, and the observer's consciousness can guide this breath in balance rather than being divided." Lin Yue's time thread touched the fused consciousness, and he felt a resonance of logical balance that transcended cause and effect, dimension, entropy change, and quantum rules. Certainty and uncertainty are no longer opposing poles, but different stages of a logical cycle, each stage containing the possibility of transformation.
The moment the heart of the source of rules transformed into the core of logical balance, countless fractal structures began to reorganize. The crystallized rules that imprisoned consciousness transformed into a blossoming flower of logical balance, its petals gently shifting between certainty and uncertainty, flowing with a golden-purple stream of consciousness. The dark purple fluid became a catalyst within the light stream, smoothing the transition between certainty and superposition. The calico cat's mechanical claws caught the falling petals, its gear eyes flashing with wonder. "Look at the patterns on the petals—they record the flashes of consciousness from all the branches of rules, like causal breakthroughs, dimensional fusions, entropy reversals, quantum balance. Each logical cycle nurtures the possibility of transcendence."
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