Chapter 47

Earth Glitch Cafe Quantum Pod, Late Autumn, Cosmic Era 62 Chen Mo's fingers hovered above the "Spacetime Synesthesia" button, fine condensation beading on the metallic surface—the cooling program of Lin Xiaoman's Data Ghost, leaked out of tension. The quantum clouds inside the pod projected a lingering fragment of a 2024 kitchen; the hum of the range hood and the sound of chopping echoed intermittently, and his mother's figure, like a faded old photograph, flickered in and out of the mist. "According to the synesthesia algorithm, we can only intercept a seven-second clip of her cooking tomato and scrambled eggs," Zhu Qing's Mechanical Prosthetic Eye blinked outside the pod. "But quantum resonance might trigger spacetime ripples. Are you sure you want to—"