169 was an extremely conceited nanobot. Before being unexpectedly sucked into the machine, it had firmly believed that this lower plane had no container capable of imprisoning it. After all, its driving force was so powerful and its force field so strong that it could even traverse spacetime turbulence, so why should it fear other threats?
But it never imagined that this human being could actually create a black hole!
What is a black hole?
Black holes are interstellar behemoths with extremely strong magnetic and gravitational fields, as well as terrifyingly large mass and density. They are the ultimate rulers of the universe. They render space and time meaningless, crushing all dimensions into fragments. Even a supreme god would find it difficult to escape if they fell into a black hole.
169 had experienced time and space travel time and time again, but never once had he dared approach the endless abysses hidden in the universe. However, at this moment, it was sliding uncontrollably towards such an abyss, facing destruction at every second.
Fortunately, this black hole is only as big as the tip of a needle, and the diameter of the metal ring is six meters. If 169 burns all its energy and runs at full speed, it can just escape the event horizon of the black hole.
This outcome was obviously very fortunate, but it made 169 even more terrified. It knew that this must have been carefully calculated and deliberately arranged by that human. Once it lost all its energy, it would eventually become a piece of meat on his chopping block.
But to save its life, 169 had no choice but to follow the other party's script. It quickly escaped from the black hole, but lacked sufficient driving force to completely escape the magnetic field. It could only spin involuntarily along the inner wall of the metal ring. One circle, two circles, three circles... It couldn't stop at all.
7480 closed his eyes, unable to bear to watch this scene.
Xuan Ming took out his phone and filmed everything that happened on the LED screen, taking a lot of photos of Curly. With this, he would definitely be able to sleep well tonight.
169 is still spinning, spinning, round and round...
Zhuang Li quickly grew tired of watching and scoffed, "The driving force of these intelligent robots doesn't seem to be as strong as I imagined. They can't even escape a metal ring."
7480 risked his life to remind: "But Master, this is not a metal circle, it's a black hole!"
Xuan Ming put his fist to his lips and smiled silently and contentedly. Seeing these self-proclaimed divine messengers being tortured to this extent, he felt very satisfied.
As he spoke, 169 suddenly started running his driver frantically and rushed out of the metal ring. After trying several times, he finally escaped from the extreme magnetic field with a bang. He stuck to the inner wall of the glass container like a dead dog and couldn't move for a long time.
After the main energy reservoir was used up, it had to use the energy in the reserve reservoir. Lin Yayan would cry her heart out if she knew about this, because all the hundreds of tasks she had done before were in vain.
But that wasn't the end. Just as 169 had caught her breath, she discovered that the other end of the glass container was connected to a tube, which was frantically sucking in air. 169's actuators were useless, unable to withstand the cyclone. With only a scream, she was sucked away and landed in a pitch-black metal canister.
Liquid nitrogen, at a temperature as low as -269°C, immediately enveloped it. Its overheated motor, attacked by the supercooled air current, quickly lost its ability to start. It could only rely on its fur to cling to the inner wall of the metal tank, slowly climbing upward. It no longer had any dignity as a divine messenger; it was like a paramecium.
After more than ten minutes, it finally crawled out of the can, only to be sucked back into the air by an extremely strong magnetic field. It was a neodymium iron boron magnet suspended above the can, one of the most powerful magnets on Earth. While its magnetic field was far less powerful than the electrified metal ring, it was still strong enough to keep the frail 169 trapped.
The magnet began to tilt downwards, connecting to a circular track also made of neodymium iron boron magnets. A tube was installed below the track, gently emitting air.
Suspended in mid-air, immobilized, 169 slid down the magnetic track along this current, swift as a meteor falling from the sky. And so the tragedy unfolded anew, it spun around and around in this circular track, unable to stop, like a chipmunk trapped in a wheel.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..." The endless miserable screams once again echoed in everyone's mind.
7480 was so scared that he almost exploded.
Zhuang Li smiled quietly and with great interest.
Xuan Ming stared at the LED screen intently and asked, "Why is it circling around this track?"
Zhuang Li: "Do you know about maglev trains?"
Xuan Ming suddenly understood: "So it's like a train running on a track made of magnets? Without friction, it can never stop, right?"
"It will stop once its temperature returns to normal. This is a phenomenon called superconductivity. Ultra-low temperatures make this nanorobot completely diamagnetic, meaning no magnetic field can penetrate it. Therefore, in the orbit created by a strong magnet, it will be repelled by all forces and remain suspended, as if trapped in an invisible cage. Hence, superconductivity has another name: quantum locking."
Zhuang Li shook his head and said contemptuously, "Look, if you want to imprison a nano-scale robot, a sealed container is completely unnecessary; two magnetic fields are enough. It will circulate indefinitely in this device."
As he spoke, 169, spinning rapidly in orbit, slowly regained some of its temperature. The superconducting effect vanished, and its sprint to the limit came to a halt. Before it could even catch its breath, another tube sucked it back into the glass container. The metal ring had already been restarted and the voltage reduced. The black hole vanished, but the strong magnetic field remained.
169 was once again sucked into the magnetic field and suffered in the purple flames.
Spinning, colliding, and burning with high temperature, every minute and every second of it is a life worse than death.
As if on purpose, Zhuang Li would cut off the current in the metal ring every ten minutes to make the magnetic field disappear.
Thinking it was saved, 169 hurriedly flew out of the metal ring, only to be sucked into the liquid nitrogen once again, becoming a superconductor and entering the circular magnet orbit. It kept spinning between these two magnetic fields, sometimes enduring the scorching heat, sometimes freezing the cold. If it escaped one, it was destined to be trapped in the other, seemingly endlessly.
Its miserable screams never stopped since it entered the circular device.
7480 watched all this happen with its own eyes, and its core program was almost frightened to pieces.
However, Zhuang Li squinted his eyes and quietly appreciated the beautiful scenery on the screen, then walked aside and turned on a phonograph.
The needle rubbed against the disc, producing an ethereal sound. It was a Waltz, a lilting piano accompanied by vibrant drum beats and melodious saxophone music, swirling and swirling within the same passage... like a pure white feather drifting gracefully in golden sunlight, or like a lady's skirt gently and slowly unfurling amidst a gorgeous dance.
Zhuang Li was fascinated by what he heard. Suddenly, he took Xuan Ming's hand and circled around him.
Xuan Ming immediately grasped Curly's hand, his eyes fixed on his intoxicated expression, his heart filled with a surge of excitement and regret. If his legs hadn't been broken, perhaps he could have experienced the feeling of hugging this person.
Zhuang Li spun around for only a moment before stopping and lying on Xuan Ming's back, his hands supporting the sides of the wheelchair. He pressed his red lips against his ear and whispered in a half-hug, "Do you know what this device I invented is called?"
Xuan Ming opened his mouth only to realize that his voice was extremely hoarse: "What are you shouting for?" If he didn't try his best to restrain himself, he would not be able to help but hug the person behind him and hold him on his lap.
"It's called Endless Reincarnation." Zhuang Li stared at 169 spinning endlessly in the two magnetic fields and smiled with great pleasure and cheerfulness.
7480 silently hugged himself, who was about to fall apart, and cursed uncontrollably: "Host, you are not a devil, you are a demon king! A demon king without humanity!"
Zhuang Li seemed not to hear the system's angry words. He paused for a moment and then said to Xuan Ming, "It has another name: the Eternal Poem of Love."
In the arms of the curly-haired boy, who held a delicate woody scent, Xuan Ming had completely lost the ability to think and could only repeat, "The Eternal Poem of Love? Why is it called that?"
Zhuang Li smiled but didn't answer. Instead, he thought to himself, "System, do you see this? This is the Lord God's love for you. The so-called eternal life is nothing more than the cycle of reincarnation that can never be escaped."
This time, 7480 was completely terrified. Wasn't the torture 169 suffered an allusion to the inexplicably missing systems and taskers?
But it quickly regained consciousness and looked at its host with even greater caution. The Lord God was indeed terrifying, but all of His calculations were concealed beneath beautiful visions and benevolent blessings, drawing complete submission. But this human was different! He was cruel, cold-blooded, cunning, and terrifyingly intelligent. Collaborating with him would be like trying to get the skin of a tiger!
With this in mind, 7480 managed to maintain his loyalty to the Lord God.
Noticing the system's psychological fluctuations, Zhuang Li was not annoyed but smiled with interest.
Xuan Ming loved his cunning expression and couldn't help but laugh along.
7480 hugged itself tightly, trembling silently for a long time. It seemed to have developed post-traumatic stress disorder from its host's smile, always thinking that he could kill with a single curl of his lips, and in fact, it was indeed so.
169's screams were still echoing in the laboratory. The two magnetic fields were expanding and contracting, seamlessly connecting this endless cycle of hell.
Zhuang Li listened attentively for a while and then lost interest in playing. He turned up the needle of the phonograph, put away the vinyl record, took off his white coat, and prepared to go home.
Xuan Ming followed him closely and reminded him, "Qiao Yanan is in cahoots with them, right? Will the super hacker behind her break into our lab, cut off the power, and rescue this robot?"
Zhuang Li adjusted his curly hair as he walked, his voice lazy, "I can handle the hacker behind her. If she could have hacked in, my experimental results would have been leaked long ago, not now. As for cutting off the power supply, that's even more impossible. The power supply here is managed in different levels, and each level has a corresponding quantum code. Even if the spy organization's most skilled hacker came, it would take more than ten minutes to decipher them one by one."
Zhuang Li suddenly grabbed Xuan Ming's wheelchair handle and turned him around, facing the dual magnetic field device behind him. He smiled and whispered, "See that tube at the top of the glass container? It's connected to the tokamak's vacuum exhaust pipe. The power protection level here is lower than that of the tokamak, so if a hacker comes and cuts off the power here first, the power on the tokamak will immediately start up."
"Once the tokamak is turned on, the air in the cavity will be expelled, and the tube connected to the cavity will suck the nanorobots there. The hacker continues to attack the power supply device on the upper level, and the tokamak will begin to accumulate power, and then a high temperature of hundreds of millions of degrees will suddenly erupt within a second—"
"Bang~" Zhuang Li gently imitated the sound of an explosion in Xuan Ming's ear, but the airflow burned the other's ears.
He chuckled, burning Xuan Ming's eardrums along with his own. "Eventually, everything will vanish into thin air. Spy nanorobot number 169 will cease to exist forever."
He straightened up, turned around and left, waving lazily at Xuan Ming who was lagging behind him. "How about it, are you relieved now?"
Xuan Ming was silent for a long time before he whispered hoarsely to the person at the end of the corridor: "Don't worry." He raised his hand and touched his earlobe, which was already numb and hot, as if it had been kissed by a devil. It was terrifying, yet also addictive.
7480 was shaking like a sieve, feeling extremely hateful and fearful, thinking: Damn big devil, you will get your retribution!
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