“So far, we’ve sent three ti-traveling text ssages. I think we need to summarize the patterns and the puzzles we’ve seen.”
Jiang Ran dragged the small blackboard up in front of the workbench. As he wrote, he spoke.
“[The first ti-traveling text ssage], pure accident. A blind cat stumbling into a dead mouse.”
It fit.
Back then, the chain of coincidences had been ridiculous to the point of absurdity.
When Yan Rui, the senior from the Film Cara Club, was packing up, he dug out an old relic—the Positron Cannon. Out of curiosity, he set it on the table, and it just so happened to be aid at the transforr distribution box outside the window.
After the Positron Cannon activated, it ran for only 0.7 seconds before it burned out the line and caused a power outage.
Within those 0.7 seconds, the positron beam struck the high-voltage transforr and just so happened to form a 0.7-second spaceti black hole.
And at that mont, Jiang Ran just so happened to be standing next to the distribution box, and just so happened to press send within those 0.7 seconds, launching the radio wave of the text ssage.
So the spaceti black hole captured the radio wave, carried it through spaceti back into the past, transmitted it to three days earlier, and completed a wholly accidental delivery of a ti-traveling text ssage.
It had been a tiny-probability fluke—so many “just so happenneds.” With slightly worse luck, it wouldn’t have worked at all.
“[The second ti-traveling text ssage] happened after we fixed the Positron Cannon—our first test.”
It had only been a test experint.
None of them had any confidence. No one knew whether it would work. But it did.
The test ssage successfully sent to three days earlier. The original history was altered, and the worldline shifted again.
The test should’ve been perfect, except…
Cheng ngxue’s phone received two text ssages.
The second ssage had appeared out of thin air. The mysterious garbled digits in it still hadn’t been cracked.
Jiang Ran kept writing.
“[The third ti-traveling text ssage] was our first deliberate send after we’d grasped so rules—an attempt to actively rewrite the historical trajectory, actively trigger a worldline jump, and resurrect Xu Yan, who had died by accident.”
That attempt had been crucial.
Because it was purposeful…
A challenge thrown at established history.
It was the opening of Pandora’s box—
the beginning of trying to manipulate history,
the verification of Worldline Theory,
proof that spaceti could be controlled.
…
Jiang Ran set the chalk down and flicked the white dust from his fingertips.
“Through these three experints, we can say we basically understand the principle and usage rules for ti-traveling text ssages now. Xiaoxue—your turn.”
“Coming!”
Cheng ngxue had been writing on a whiteboard sheet the whole ti.
She stood, picked up a magnet, and slapped the sheet—covered in bold characters—onto the small blackboard.
“This is what I just summarized… the rules and key knowledge points for ti-traveling texts. I’ll go through them one by one.”
At the top of the sheet, in bold, it read—
Ti-Traveling Text ssage User Manual (Version 1.0)
[1. Ti-traveling text ssages can only be sent to three days earlier.]
[2. The sending window for a ti-traveling text ssage is only 0.7 seconds.]
[3. After the Positron Cannon overloads, it needs to be powered off and left idle for 20 hours before it can be used again.]
[4. A successful send triggers a temporal shift, and only Jiang Ran can perceive that shift.]
[5. A temporal shift ans a worldline transition, but only Jiang Ran possesses “All-Spaceti mory.”]
…?
Jiang Ran stared at the last line.
“What is [All-Spaceti mory]?”
“I nad your special constitution.”
Cheng ngxue put her hands on her hips.
“Isn’t it cool?”
“It’s painfully cringe…”
“Agh, it’s such a perfect definition! The old way of saying it was too long. We needed sothing concise.”
She fought for it.
“The worldline’s changed so many tis, and you’ve kept your mories every ti, haven’t you? All the spaceti histories that the rest of us don’t rember—histories that already disappeared—they’re all in your head.”
“So if you have the mories of every spaceti, naming your special constitution [All-Spaceti mory] is basically the perfect na!”
“Whatever,” Jiang Ran said. He didn’t really care what it was called.
He stared at Ti-Traveling Text ssage User Manual (Version 1.0) and thought…
Honestly.
A lot of those rules might not be absolutely accurate.
But since it was a provisional version, it was fine for now.
If they discovered more later, they could always update it to Version 2.0, Version 3.0.
So.
Next.
It was Qin Feng’s turn to summarize.
“I’ll just talk about what I think of this Positron Cannon.”
Qin Feng walked to the workbench.
“This device—unknown principle, unknown structure, unknown effects. I don’t believe it can actually fire a positron beam. Sure, it seems like it can shoot out so kind of energy-body, but I have to say: that cannot possibly be a positron beam. Physics doesn’t allow it.”
“Get to the point,” Jiang Ran cut in.
“Because we don’t dare dismantle the core components, our research progress has been slow.”
Qin Feng continued.
“But I feel like ti-traveling text ssages can’t possibly be limited to only three days earlier. There has to be so [variable] that can control the ‘depth’ of the spaceti black hole—so the text can be sent to an earlier ti point.”
“Like ten days earlier? A month earlier? A year earlier?”
Possible.
Jiang Ran had thought the sa thing before.
“So for the next experint, I’m planning to try finding that variable.”
Qin Feng pointed at the Positron Cannon.
“Through the external circuit, we can control the intensity of the focusing unit, changing the beam density.”
“I think there’s a high probability that… as long as we increase the beam density, we’ll be able to send text ssages to an earlier ti node!”
Jiang Ran nodded.
“Worth trying. But I’d suggest we don’t increase density first—let’s reduce it and see what happens. Try sending to two days earlier, one day earlier… even just a few hours earlier.”
Qin Feng laughed.
“You’re still as cautious as ever. But you’re right—this is safer.”
“More than that.”
Jiang Ran lifted his index finger.
“If we’re running experints, we should try more possibilities.”
“Next ti we send a ssage, we can switch who sends it, switch which phone sends it… see if you two can also retain All-Spaceti mory.”
Right now—
Why he possessed [All-Spaceti mory] was still a complete mystery, with no lead at all.
He’d thought about it before.
Could it be related to who sent the text, who pressed the send button?
It sounded superstitious.
But if they had no direction, they might as well test the superstitious angle—maybe a blind cat would stumble into a dead mouse again.
“Alright.”
Jiang Ran glanced at his watch. 9:01 p.m.
The dorm buildings wouldn’t lock for another two hours—more than enough ti to run one ti-traveling text experint.
“So. We’ve done the summary. No ti to waste—let’s start the experint.”
He wiped the small blackboard clean.
Then he wrote, in big characters:
Fourth Ti-Traveling Text ssage Experint
He turned back and smiled faintly.
“Right now we don’t need to run a test, and we don’t have any ergency to save. We can decide freely what the content of the ti-traveling text ssage should be.”
“So—let’s brainstorm.”
“This ti, what are we going to use a ti-traveling text ssage to do?”
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