When Lyra's Mechanical Prosthetic Eye locked onto the anomalous coordinates in the Sagittarius Beta sector, the starry sky outside the porthole presented an eerie mathematical beauty—silver data streams multiplied infinitely like fractal geometry, only to shatter into fluorescent butterflies the moment they touched the Rainbow Bridge light band, each wing engraved with fragments of the Observer Formula. The Scorch Gear grew warm in her palm, its stardust patterns resonating with these fragments and projecting a three-dimensional model of Chen Mo's Mother's laboratory onto the console, its coordinates perfectly overlapping with the anomalous sector.
"Ice Drip, analyze the spatial folds within the data stream." Lyra's fingers slid across the quantum map, and the Sacred Tree vines on her prosthetic arm's Symbiotic State components suddenly tightened, transmitting a tremor from deep within the soil—a warning from the Primitive Tribe shaman of an unknown, ancient presence. A scent mixed with engine oil and rust suddenly flooded her olfactory module, precisely reproducing the smell of Chen Mo's workbench, mingled with the woody decay characteristic of the Sacred Tree's growth rings when digitized, as if the ruins of the Gear City from five hundred years ago were materializing in the starry sky in the form of scent.
"The data space exhibits a recursive nested structure," Ice Drip's holographic projection showed a rare turbulence in its data flow. "It's as if Chen Mo's mother's lab…
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