Chapter 33 Chapter Thirty-one: The Lost Traveler—Part Two: Return

the second night. Quantum physics professor: "Do you think he's... normal?" Me: "Not normal." Quantum Physics Professor: "You mean..." Me: "Is it normal for a person to be in this situation? I don't see that he is abnormal, so he is abnormal. If he speaks nonsense or just speaks a language that no one understands, it is easy for me to judge. " Quantum physics professor: "What about logic?" Me: "Logical...I'm used to it. I've seen too many patients with perfect logic, but their feelings about things are misplaced. And many of them are more rational and calm than you and me. But this..."

Quantum Physics Professor: "What?" Me: "But I always feel that something is wrong, and I can't tell." Professor of Quantum Physics: "Maybe something is wrong with us? I feel terrible..." Me: "Me too..." He looked at me: "You seem to be in more pain than him." I nodded. Professor of Quantum Physics: "At present, many of the contents are indeed what he said, but we have not yet achieved it technically. But... it is very near, and it may be possible to achieve it technically in a short time. This is the scariest thing. " Me: "The level of technology he mentioned, what progress have we made now?"

Professor of Quantum Physics: "I don't know. In the past five years, there has been basically no new content in relevant academic journals on unconditional quantum teleportation. Occasionally there are theoretically general empty talks." Me: "Are you trying to say there's no progress? Or are you trying to say governments are secretly doing it? Are you a conspiracy theorist?" Professor of quantum physics: "I'm not. But it's normal to do it secretly. After all, this technology is too attractive. It can be said that the pre-technology and post-technology are completely divided into two eras."

Me: "Is it that serious?" Professor of Quantum Physics: "Let's not talk about the military, let's talk about the civilian base. Think about it, you don't need anything, just the recipient's personal information is enough. I made an apple out of thin air and held it in my hand. Let you watch me conjure things—not a magician's fast-moving trick, but let you see something formed in my hands. Don't you think that's a myth? I suddenly doubt the myth of the past It is all true. It was true at first, but later it became history. When civilization declined, future generations read those who did not believe it, and history became legend. If the anti-gravity device is portable, if the quantum teleportation technology is portable If the memory receiving chip is implanted in the brain. You can fly freely, you can get things out of thin air, you can get any knowledge you need without going to school, what is it not a myth? The reason why it is considered a myth is because of the level of technology Not yet. Don't look at me that way, I know these sounds like speeches at a sci-fi party. But I'm speaking as a quantum physics lecturer. I don't believe in gods, I believe that humans are gods themselves ——The only question is: whether human beings, the new gods, can control their own technology and not destroy themselves. The so-called scientific and technological issues are not a problem, the only question that exists is: whether human beings can control what they have created everything without self-destruction."

I thought for a while: "Well, if I have a child, I won't let him choose the profession of magician. It's only a matter of time before he gets laid off. Also, are you going to switch to teaching philosophy?" Quantum physics professor: "Teaching literature instead - how to write tragedy." I laughed: "What's the script outline?" Quantum physics professor: "Getting everything, only to self-destruct out of control." Me: "Do you need a spiritual appraisal? I can help you." Professor of Quantum Physics: "I will call you when I need it."

I froze for a moment: "What did you say?" Quantum physics professor: "When needed...how?" Me: "My God! That's how it is!!" I think I get it. third day. I made an appointment with the "traveler" alone in a tea restaurant. Just me, no friends of mine. He: "Didn't you say that you will be hypnotized after a week?" Me: "Well, that's okay, I want to ask you something more before that." Him: "Which aspect?" Me: "A technical aspect, I don't quite understand it yet." He: "Just ask, I will tell you what I know."

Me: "Can you tell me you've had transmissions before?" He: "No, this is the first time." Me: "Oh... so have you heard it from someone, someone who has experience in transmission?" He: "I have said that some necessary knowledge and principles of transmission have been explained, and all the precautions have been mentioned, but there are no more detailed things. Did I say it? This is a government action, many things... that's it. " Me: "Okay, I see, so is this technology mature? For you guys?" He looked at me seriously: "Very mature. Although the governments claim that it is still in the theoretical stage, in fact many governments are cooperating with each other, but it is very secretive."

Me: "You said it was secretive, so how did you know about the original experiment?" He: "In the initial stage, I hadn't joined at that time. It lasted about 5 or 6 years, right? An experiment called 'Observer' was being carried out, and the technology and other aspects were stabilized before large-scale recruitment began— —Of course it is not recruited from the society. But there are already a lot of people. Now the core personnel of this project are basically the initial "observers". As you said, there are soldiers, physicists, etc. There are too many soldiers."

Me: "What's the name of your current project? 'Observers Again'?" He smiled: "No, Traveler." Me: "Do you have family over there? Ah... I mean are you married?" He: "No, live with family, same as here." Me: "Is there a big difference?" He: "Actually, there is not much difference, but the reason I was sent here is because they said that this stage is a watershed, and the difference between our universe and yours will gradually widen in the future, so someone needs to come." Me: "How many of you this time?"

He: "A lot, about 20 or so." Me: "Not together? Do you know each other's identities?" He: "Not together, we don't know each other, because it will be very troublesome for one person to make a mistake. After all, we have technology that you don't have." Me: "If you can't go back, have you thought about what to do?" He looked at me seriously: "I really want to go back, because there is always a feeling that I don't belong here." Me: "Can you tell me what's going on with the return part?" He: "The return is the part at the end of the memory electron flow..."

Me: "No, I'm not asking about the technology, but what will happen after the return?" He was stunned: "After the return?" Me: "I haven't heard you talk about the memory erasure part, is your memory erased after the transmission back? Or I ask the other way around: After you were transmitted back then, did you have a blank memory?" He looked at me in horror. Me: "I thought about it yesterday, and I always felt that there was a problem. At first I didn't understand it, and I ignored it. I guess, even if it is sent back, you are still here, right? The memory of your world has not been erased Right? You said it yesterday. From the moment of transmission, your memory is different from your original self. You are separate souls—if it is a soul. In the same way, when you return your memory, It's like copying a copy back, but you are still there. Isn't it?" He held his head in pain. Me: "I know I can't help you, because I... don't have the ability to erase memories." After I finished speaking, I looked at him pretending to be calm, but I was under tremendous psychological pressure. I thought I was cruel. He held his head and tried to control the shaking of his body, and there was nothing I could do about it. After a while, he raised his head: "Thank you for everything you have done so far, I accept." I saw tears in his eyes. Me: "Actually..." He: "Okay, I see, I also understand that sentence." Me: "Which sentence?" He: "I remember saying during the training that the name of our project is Traveler, you have that too, right? Traveler Detector." Me: "Uh...the Voyager probe in the United States?" He: "At that time we were all told: the duration of this project is 10 years, and the information about other universes is like the Voyager probe, sending back information continuously. My initial understanding is that it will come many times, and now I understand, it's one way." He smiled, but it was a sad smile. Me: "...I think... actually you didn't...leave your earth, just...just..." He: "Then what am I? An accessory? A signal transmitter?" Me: "...you know this is beyond...uh, beyond..." He: "Traditional morality? Human relations? Or something else? It doesn't matter anymore..." I was silent. He: "It's okay, thank you. I will live here from now on, and I don't have to do anything deliberately. Anyway, they can get relevant information continuously. The meaning of my existence lies in this." Me: "You in another universe will feel it too... Uh, I mean what you feel here..." He: "Yes, that's right." With that he stood up. He: "I should go, thank you again." Me: "How should I put it...good luck..." After hesitating for a moment, he looked at me seriously: "I really hope to be a mental patient, because then there may be a chance of healing, and there is still hope." I watched him walk away from the tea restaurant from the window, feeling very sad. The professor of quantum physics stood up from the seat not far away, walked over to me and sat down. Quantum physics professor: "Tell him?" Me: "Well..." Quantum physics professor: "Does he accept it?" Me: "Is there a way not to accept it?" We were all silent for a while. Professor of Quantum Physics: "I suddenly feel that what we do is very annoying, so why not let him wait? Then there is still a hope." Me: "Maybe humans are such annoying animals? I tried my best to know the result, but I never thought about whether I could bear the result." Professor of Quantum Physics: "He...isn't mentally ill?" I thought for a while: "He should be." Quantum Physics Professor: "Why?" Me: "I didn't say much, just reminded him a little bit and he understood. I guess he might have thought of it a long time ago, but he couldn't accept it, so he kept avoiding this conclusion." Professor of Quantum Physics: "Maybe... just live here, it's almost the same anyway..." Me: "Well." Looking out the window, I think my friend may be right, but we all know that for the lost traveler, this is not his home, and this is always a foreign land.But he has no choice but to live in this foreign land.Maybe one day he will be free.But before that, I could only bear it silently.Until his body and his memory were finally wiped out.