Differential Weng rubbed his chin, wanting to speak but hesitating.
He really wanted to say that this simulated black hole was incredibly realistic.
As a seasoned veteran of the mechanical field, he knew that with sufficiently powerful hardware, it was possible to simulate black holes, or even other celestial bodies.
But this "model" was no easy thing to create. It involved complex and exquisite information models, and if handled poorly, the entire hardware system would explode.
The "black hole model" was especially troublesome. It was a system that only let things in and nothing out.
He extended his hand, and his aged metal arm rapidly turned into "noodles," stretching downward without end.
This noodle-like feeling was exactly right!
Only the most realistic black holes could produce this sensation!
Gao Gong glanced at him without explanation.
A black hole model of this level could only be created by a seasoned veteran of the information field like himself personally taking charge.
It was so realistic that if it resonated with a white hole beyond the endless starry sky, a wormhole—an Einstein-Rosen bridge—would naturally form.
And precisely because this situation was difficult to explain, Gao Gong simply chose not to explain it.
Differential Weng was puzzled, but soon stopped being puzzled.
That was because an even greater question had emerged.
"What is this?"
As they descended, a point of white light appeared in their field of vision.
The white light began to expand. It was not emptiness, but surging tides that defied ordinary understanding.
It was neither water nor wind, but rhythmic pulses formed from the convergence of billions upon billions of mechanical souls.
They were not cold creations. Every flickering node carried a certain "consciousness" tempered by a gravitational singularity. They were like fragments of stars, yet also like flowing mercury, rising