The baby was using building blocks to construct some kind of structure. Those plastic blocks, printed with cartoon patterns, hovered in mid-air, forming a precise six-dimensional hypercube. When the seventh block fell into place, Lin Mo suddenly recognized it as the model for the futures market earthquake that would erupt next week.
"Yuqing, don't stop," he whispered, lowering his voice. "Keep singing."
Su Yuqing’s singing carried a note of confusion, but her pitch remained steady. Her bare ankles were sunken into the wooden floor, and the spacetime fibers compressed by the pacifier’s relativity were coiling up around her calves. The baby suddenly giggled, patting the tower of blocks made of Dark Matter with his tiny hands.
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