I understood what she meant. Every gleaming silver fragment on that sphere represented a single day of my life, and each day could continue to divide, splitting into every hour, every minute, every second, even microseconds and units of time smaller than microseconds. But none of that had anything to do with time itself. They all existed simultaneously.
In other words, the moment I was born, death had also appeared.
It was only that our perspective followed the so-called playback logic. That was simply a visual habit, and it also conformed to the patterns of thought.
"I could hear them talking just now, but it suddenly went silent at the end. You did that, didn't you?"
"That's right, because there are some things you shouldn't know yet."
Hearing those words come from the mouth of a little girl made me feel that it was somewhat absurd.
But I couldn't laugh.
At that moment, I was filled with unimaginable shock and fear.
Although I had heard theories before claiming that time did not exist, and some people had used a scroll painting to explain why time did not exist, this ball of light had truly made everything tangible.
"Who controls this playback logic?" I thought of the most important question.
She did not answer. She seemed completely unwilling to answer that question, but from her expression, she clearly knew the answer.
"Also, where did all this come from? It has to have an origin, right?" I asked.
She looked at me out of the corner of her eye, as though she were looking at an idiot.
That dealt quite a blow to me. Had I asked the wrong question?
"Can't you see it? Doesn't it look like chips? And doesn't this sphere itself look like a computer?"
I froze and widened