Wormhole Information Dissipation Theory

Just as Chen Fan was fiercely debating the relationship between the Church and God with One in his mind, a slightly muffled mechanical humming sound came from the front.

It was the sound of a hydraulic system and gears operating. Perhaps due to the passage of time, there was a clear problem with the lubrication of the internal gears – a grating screech echoed in his ears, and Chen Fan couldn't help but shiver, biting down on his aching back molars.

Damn it.

How long has this broken thing not been maintained!

The sour screeching echoed the indistinct chanting prayers, giving Chen Fan a feeling of being in another era.

The tightly shut metal door slowly opened, and a heavy historical scent assailed his nostrils—

To put it simply, it was the unique musty smell that comes from a large number of books piled together.

What surprised Chen Fan was that this musty smell was also mixed with a special, calming fragrance.

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the scene inside the metal door.

The Library was probably the area in the entire Church that best fit Chen Fan's imagination.

A large number of bookshelves made of dark brown wood were neatly arranged on the flat floor paved with marble.

The surface of the bookshelves was coated with a layer of substance similar to tung oil, used for anti-corrosion and anti-boring.

A large number of books made of rough, light yellow paper lay quietly on the yellowish-brown bookshelves.

In addition to the large number of bookshelves and books, various shapes of Goddess statues were visible everywhere in the entire Library. These statues, made of different materials and adorned with mysterious patterns, made this otherwise ordinary Library appear exceptionally sacred.

"God Chosen Esteemed One, please enter."

The Black Robe Priest turned around and spoke to Chen Fan and Gao Yuan neither humbly nor arrogantly.

At the same time, the indistinct chanting sound next to them also stopped abruptly.

Edge area of Number EL001 Cosmic Bubble.

Pan-Universal Human Alliance.

Dangerous Technology Administration.

A black hole with a bright accretion disk was quietly staying in a giant "cage" with a scale measured in light-years.

Near this giant cage, a massive megastructure with an overall Mobius strip shape was slowly rotating around its center of mass.

Inside the building.

A middle-aged man with a square face silently observed the giant holographic projection in front of him.

As the Director of the Dangerous Technology Administration, the disappearance of the TE913 Research Ship had undoubtedly caused him great trouble.

Morr frowned, looking at the rapidly flashing complex formulas and numbers on the projection, and sighed helplessly.

After the last inter-universal teleportation plan failed, the researchers of the entire Dangerous Technology Administration became busy.

They not only needed to locate and explore that well-hidden Cosmic Bubble, but also had to come up with a new feasible plan.

The difficulty of the former goes without saying.

Even with the first teleportation coordinates as a baseline, searching for a small Cosmic Bubble on the hyperspace membrane in the vast five-dimensional space was still more difficult than finding a grain of sand in the vast ocean.

For example.

For two-dimensional space, searching for a target based on a certain coordinate is actually finding a point within a circular area on a plane.

For three-dimensional space, this circular area on a plane will expand into a spherical space, and the difficulty of searching will increase exponentially.

And so on.

Five-dimensional space means that there are five mutually perpendicular directions. The difficulty of finding a specific object in such a complex space can be imagined!

But the above is not the most critical difficulty.

Hyperspace membranes and Cosmic Bubbles move, and their trajectories are often disturbed by a large number of external factors. Simply put, it is somewhat similar to a chaotic system.

Therefore, the coordinates of the first inter-universal teleportation have basically become abandoned coordinates at this time!

This is the pain point that the Dangerous Technology Administration is facing now!

If there is no next positioning signal, they can only find that "slippery" Cosmic Bubble through endless calculations and on-site exploration!

Thinking of this, Morr's expression became a little more serious again:

If this continues...

This year's year-end bonus and performance pay are probably going to be gone again!

Damn it!

Ever since he became the Director, he hasn't seen a year-end bonus!

Just as Morr was feeling extremely melancholic about his missed year-end bonus, a young man in a standard research uniform in the distance suddenly stopped operating the holographic control panel.

"Got it."

He looked at the holographic image in front of him, a hint of joy in his eyes: "Director Morr, I have good news!"

"What?"

Morr was stunned.

Could it be that his year-end bonus wasn't completely gone after all?

As if seeing his year-end bonus flapping its wings and flying back, Morr's eyes instantly brightened a bit: "You found that cosmic bubble?"

"You're that lucky?"

The young man scratched his head awkwardly: "Not exactly... Director, you know, without a second positioning signal, finding that cosmic bubble isn't something that can be done in a short time."

Morr's heart, which had just lifted, sank back to the bottom.

He waved his hand listlessly: "If you haven't found that damned cosmic bubble, no matter how good the news is, it doesn't count as..."

"The cross-universal transmission might not have failed."

The young man interrupted Morr.

"..."

The hall was silent.

Not only Morr, but the researchers and academicians present all stopped their work and looked at the young man with extreme astonishment.

Morr composed himself and looked at the young man with a strange expression:

"Academician Song, are you sure?"

The scene of the cross-universal transmission wormhole collapsing was still vivid in their minds. The administration had even lost a large number of high-precision detection robots and general-purpose intelligent terminals because of it.

Those were all hard-earned credit points!

Although the Academy of Sciences had allocated a high credit point quota to the administration, the thought of so many credit points disappearing before his eyes still made Morr's heart ache.

Facing Morr's question, Song Ziliang turned his head, checked the holographic interface in front of him again, and then nodded affirmatively: "Sure."

"If the data is correct, we established contact with the target signal for a fleeting moment."

"Simply put, the wormhole was successfully generated, but then collapsed in an extremely short time."

"According to the Wormhole Information Dissipation Theory, all objects that pass through a wormhole will leave corresponding traces."

"Therefore, I tried to retrieve all the information that dissipated when the wormhole collapsed and performed restoration analysis on this scattered information."

Song Ziliang quickly projected the holographic data in front of him onto the giant holographic interface ahead: "Good luck."

"The results show that at the moment the wormhole collapsed, one object successfully passed through the wormhole and entered the universe where the target signal is located."