Guan Yao suddenly understood that what Zhang Shuli had left behind was not just a recording, but a quantum truth—as long as someone remembered it, it would never collapse.
Deep beneath the Antarctic Ice Sheet, inside the Bronze Cocoon, the figure wearing the eunuch's hat slowly opened his eyes. He watched the death waveform of Zhang Shuli on the quantum monitoring screen, and a cold sneer curved the corners of his mouth.
The Foundation's four-hundred-year layout was supposed to use quantum technology to control human destiny, yet it had never calculated that a reporter's pen could stir up such a massive quantum storm in the arena of public opinion.
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