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The oceans of Earth are undergoing a process of Quantum transformation. Mo Yan hovers above the Pacific, gazing down at the surging "Inverse Entropy Sea"—this is not water, but a Civilization Data Stream overflowing from the Star Trail Matrix. Each drop of this "sea water" carries the joys and sorrows of humanity over the past hundred thousand years, with fragments of terracotta warriors, pistons from Steam Engines, and even blueprints for yet-to-be-born warp engines floating amidst the waves.
"Warning! Star Trail assimilation rate has surpassed 91%!" The alarm from Ye Ling's Quantum communicator rings out. Her Nuwa Gene has symbiotically merged with a New Human Embryo, and within the bulging Light Cocoon of her abdomen, the fetus is moving to the chapters of "The Stars Shine for Humanity."
Behind them, the Lingxie City-State established by the New Humans is being eroded by Star Trail Rust Stain, with buildings made of bronze and flesh sprouting mechanical blood vessels resonating with Star Language.
"Have you found the 'Starting Coordinates' that Su E mentioned?" Mo Yan's Quantum Remnant ripples in response. Since the annihilation of the Machina Star Domain, his form of existence has become increasingly unstable, sometimes appearing as a Holographic Projection and other times collapsing into a Klein Bottle topology.
"Deep within the Tonga Trench," Ye Ling's Light Cocoon emits a searchlight beam, "but something is guarding it—" Suddenly, the surface of the sea boils.
Hundreds of Mechanical Octopuses composed of Text Chains from "Capital Volume" surge forth, their Tentacles consuming Data Stream through formulas of surplus value. Their cores float with a phantom of Adam Smith, whose Pupil pulsates with profit codes from the Vortex Scripture.
"Civilization Harvester Variant," Mo Yan's Quantum Finger forms a seal. "Economic Colony." He swings a light scythe forged from the Communist Manifesto, cleaving through the market laws of the "invisible hand."
The Mechanical Octopus spews forth a torrent of currency, as Bitcoin and the gold standard clash atop the waves. Yet suddenly, Mo Yan's light scythe undergoes an anomaly—the blade reveals paradoxical patterns from "Wealth of Nations," reversing his attack logic!
"Switch forms!" Ye Ling releases embryonic energy from her Light Cocoon. The cries of New Humans resonate through the skies as Mo Yan's light scythe absorbs sound waves and reconfigures into a "Humanistic Balance."
The left tray holds empathy particles from "The Theory of Moral Sentiments," while the right tray bears mathematical models from "Employment, Interest and Money," with the scale beam forged from resonant waves of Silk Road camel bells.
In that moment when the balance tilts, the core formula of the Mechanical Octopus becomes unbalanced. The phantom of Adam Smith shatters under the pull between free market and moral decree, as Economic Colony sinks into Data Sea, transforming into floating remnants of "Capital Volume."
"Coordinates updated!" The Light Cocoon in Ye Ling's abdomen cracks open. "The guardian is—"
From deep within the trench comes a whale song. This is not a biological frequency but sound waves mixed from Hexagrams of the I Ching and Quantum bits. A Mechanical Whale leaps out of the sea; its body is a Tai Chi Diagram stitched together from Bronze Tripod Inscriptions, with dorsal fins arranged in an Electromagnetic Array of sixty-four hexagrams, and within its eye sockets swim overlapping phantoms of King Wen of Zhou and Schrödinger.
"Civilization Observer Yi." The whale's sound waves triggered a roar in the Data Sea. "Verification proposition: Do humans deserve the spark of Reverse Entropy?"
Mo Yan's Quantum Body responded automatically.
His left hand manifested the algorithm of Dayu's flood control, while his right hand gathered the probability cloud of the Copenhagen School. The two collided in front of his chest, forming a Causal Storm: "Proposition incorrect—sparks do not need to be deserved; they only need to be ignited!"
The Mechanical Whale directly spewed forth a torrent of Hexagrams.
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