Future chapters of Versailles
Throughout the night, Fan Siwen felt as if she had been attacked by something strange.
For many years after the brain-computer interface was connected, he had never experienced such a night of being overwhelmed by the vivid imagery of the story.
It must be said that brain-computer interfaces, as a product of technological development, have truly achieved complete safety in their precise control over humans. However, that night he suddenly felt something: the perception of receiving information beyond the scope of being controlled. Fan Siwen felt that this sudden resonance with the past was quite enjoyable.
After waking up, the person kept trying to recall the events of the dream from the previous night, but no matter how hard he tried, the signal display device remained obediently within the controllable range, showing no signs of increasing.
Fan Siwen spent the entire day thinking about this matter.
He felt as if he had received some important signal last night.
Just before leaving get off work, Fan Siwen, still unable to break free from his inner turmoil, strolled over to the entrance of the company's brain-computer interface department.
"Oh, you've come uninvited today."
Wang Congyi from the Information Department saw this person standing outside the door, so she came out to greet him.
"Let me check the data today."
"Your brain-computer interface values have clearly returned to normal today, so it seems the external cause of the abnormality has been resolved."
“It’s also possible that it’s a good fit.” Fan Siwen looked very downcast.
"It's a good thing that it's compatible. You won't have to worry about being called out to you again."
"Then your work will become less demanding again."
"We don't know if we're idle or not, but it's clear that you guys are quite relaxed right now."
"Not really," Fan Siwen raised her hand, and a pop-up message window displayed a few bright words, "Going to a meeting again, off I go." As she spoke, she turned around and waved to the person behind her.
As I left, I vaguely heard someone muttering to themselves behind me, "Why are they all using information transmission again now? It's not a good sign to start reminiscing. It seems like someone has already evolved an information shielding system. We need to increase the input strength of the signal source file."
Fan Siwen was startled when he heard this.
Right, when did people start calling for meetings? From what I remember, it used to be that brain-computer interfaces transmitted information directly to them.
However, that's not the point. The important thing is that throughout his conversation with Wang Congyi, Fan Siwen was consciously or unconsciously observing their work environment, and he actually detected the outward-facing area of the abnormal information signal frequency marker out of the corner of his eye.
Fan Siwen is now quite certain that none of the tables above contain the one he saw on the screen of the signal input device this morning.
If the problem lies with his equipment, then the signals displayed by the equipment differ from the displayed icons of the signals collected by the company's brain-computer interface department. If the problem isn't with his equipment, then... it's very likely...
At this moment, a more likely possibility popped into Fan Siwen's mind.
Upon returning home, the first thing Fan Siwen did was check all the information received displayed on the brain signal input device.
Since this morning, he hasn't dared to ignore a single item, one by one. To his disbelief, there were over a hundred data entries flashing on the screen.
Is it possible that they are usually controlled by brain-computer signals like this?
What seemed like an ordinary daily routine was actually controlled by so many unusual operational data points. If Fan Siwen hadn't seen the data, he simply wouldn't have believed it.
As he checked each item, Fan Siwen felt a chill run down his spine. He recognized all the symbols displayed on the signal transducer from the symbol column of the brain-computer interface department, but the one from this morning was missing.
That means the signal that entered his brain did not come from an official signal source.
What he knows so far is that he is in the urban brain-computer interface field, which means that the input sources of brain-computer signals he can receive are fixed and limited.
This means that the source of the signal transmitting to his dream is definitely not in this country, or... not on this planet.
Fan Siwen has found a new alternative for the nighttime hours that should belong to games.
Looking at the air conditioner I brought back last night.
Fan Siwen opened it and carried out the equipment one by one.
Looking at these instruments, matching their names one by one, and arranging them according to their operating principles and functions, the originally chaotic group of equipment soon began to take shape.
One button at a time, they were connected.
At this moment, Fan Siwen wanted to know what exactly these information entities that had been transmitted into his mind were.
This includes brief memories from dreams that haven't been formally recorded in memory.
Before going to sleep, I looked at the little figure in front of me that was connected to various signal devices.
Fan Siwen turned off the light with satisfaction.
The entire night was unusually quiet, and Fan Siwen slept soundly even without the brain-computer interface connection. As dawn approached, some jumbled sounds suddenly appeared in his seemingly calm head, as if he were saying something, but Fan Siwen couldn't remember the specifics.
Upon opening her eyes, Fan Siwen immediately rushed to the memory output device connected to the doll.
The display screen above was exceptionally clean.
Apart from a few standard national-level security signals, there was nothing else.
"That shouldn't be the case," Fan Siwen muttered to herself.
He clearly remembered that something had entered his brain that morning.
That's right! He suddenly remembered.
It seems that when the information was detected last time, these instruments and dolls were not linked.
If having a connection source means you can only receive information produced at that connection source, then he essentially did nothing last night.
It's okay, we can just tear it down and start over.
After several days of repeated attempts, Fan Siwen finally transmitted the brief memories he had generated through his dreams at night through the brain memory output device.
Through the language communication logic of a series of output devices, Fan Siwen actually strung together the information from the past few days into a tiny whole.
The overall message conveyed by this whole thing seemed to be telling him a story.
This story seems to be connected to a world.
Until one day, Fan Siwen saw a main character in this story—Mo Yang.
This is the story of Mo Yang!
However, judging from what happened inside, it had absolutely nothing to do with what I knew.
Does this mean that the events in the story do not belong to their era?
Following this logic, could this be...?
It's unclear who gave Fan Siwen this sense of conviction, but he directly connected it to the current era in which Mo Yang lived, which was the era he had traveled back to.
If these are fragments of memories from that era, then—could it be said—that he was indirectly involved in Mo Yang's time travel?
This made the man extremely happy.
He was no longer an abandoned individual.
He found his people.
He could merge with Mo Yang intimately, and even help him!
Oh my god! Just thinking about it makes him happy.
Following the story's logic, Fan Siwen edited the memory fragments into a memory text and downloaded it to a hidden folder.
As the amount of text accumulated, Fan Siwen's logic became completely clear.
He learned everything about the world Mo Yang lived in.
Meanwhile, as the story gradually becomes more coherent...
Fan Siwen's tension and anxiety also arose as expected.
This story is horrible.
If Mo Yang were the protagonist of the story, how would he be able to face all of this and even successfully overcome it all?
He dared not think about it.
Fan Siwen's desire to immediately travel to Mo Yang's timeline couldn't be more urgent.
However, looking at the company's situation so far, it has come up with eight hundred excuses, and the time for unsealing the equipment is nowhere in sight.
It seems that no one in the entire company, or even the entire leadership, cares about it.
Therefore, he had no chance of accessing the time travel machine.
After this line was completely blocked, Fan Siwen spent all his time racking his brains to find a solution.
One afternoon, while chatting with someone over coffee, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind that even he found incredibly unbelievable—since there were two Mo Yangs in the story, did that mean there was another version of himself?
The moment I thought of this, I immediately put it into action.
Fan Siwen began to connect to signals from the past.
If we can get in touch with people from the past, then...
I dare not think about what will happen next.
Fan Siwen used all his knowledge to operate all the equipment the company could provide him.
Finally, during a day when he was slacking off, he discovered a cut that could pinpoint his location in the past.
He can be fixed to coordinates.
Even, fixed at that coordinate, the person who can receive the information.
Using all his memories of the past, in 2025, the year he graduates, who might he meet, and where is he?
After some thought, Fan Siwen...
The answer is here.
At first, when Yide Lusi received a message from an unknown location in the laboratory, he thought it was junk and didn't pay any attention to it.
However, the increasing number of junk files and the repeated sending of the same information aroused Lucius's curiosity.
Faced with the strange symbols before him, Yide Lusi tried to translate them using a network language decoder, but the result was mediocre; the translated content was unreadable.
Looking at the page that showed the decoding had failed, Yi Delusi unconsciously fell into thought.
If this message came from anywhere on Earth, there would always be a language pattern that could explain what the message was trying to convey.
Yi Deluxi scanned and located the IP address sent by the page, and the IP address was located in country Z.
Even after trying to decode it using the language of country Z, Yi De Lu Xi still couldn't understand its meaning.
This is a bit difficult for Idrissy.
For the past few days, whenever he had free time, Yi Deluxi would stare blankly at this repeatedly sent message, wondering why this message originated from Country Z and was repeatedly sent to him.
That day, I was chatting with Fan Siwen via text message when we had nothing to do.
How was your internship?
"Hey buddy, this is awesome, give me a blue card as soon as you arrive."
"How so?"
"They gave me an undercover identity and put me in an old people's dormitory, but after my private observation, I strongly suspect that my mentor is a time traveler from another world."
"Bro, you've been playing too many games!"
"It's true, I'll show you enough evidence once I find it!"
Putting down his phone, Yidelusion suddenly had a thought. Was it possible that this message came from another world?
Just thinking about it made Idrissi feel that his idea was foolish.
However foolish it may be, Idrissy still tried to follow this line.
If we assume the message comes from another world, then there must be a whole set of decoding methods for that other world to unlock the content of this message.
After various online searches, Yi Deluxi, using a logic decoder based on the mindset of a game developer, unexpectedly managed to open the blind box.
"This is impossible!"
This message really did come from the future!
According to the game developer, the future world decoder set up in the game translated the text, and at the moment when Idrissi was reading it, he was in a state of near madness.
Good heavens, he really did receive a message from the future.
And the sender of this message was none other than his friend, Fan Siwen!
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