Mathematical Bliss (Thirty-Four)
Fu Qian had always had some experience with the secondary industry, so he quickly adjusted his assessment based on what he saw.
Visibility in the space before him was poor, making it impossible to tell where the enormous grabber had come from.
But even a fleeting glimpse of its striking shape had left a deep impression.
It was definitely organic. Dark red, with a long, regular chain-like body that swayed in elegant arcs.
By comparison, the grabber at its end was much thicker. At a glance, it looked like a rapidly splitting treetop—or the dendrites of a neuron.
Indeed, Fu Qian's first thought when he saw it had been that it resembled something he'd once studied in biology class, which made the sight all the stranger.
And once he considered that possibility, the term "Chemical Bliss" seemed all the more apt.
Neurons transported pleasure, while individuals who had no idea of the truth about the world lay in the nutrient pods, brought here to receive their infusions.
There was another interesting detail: the nutrient pods on each platform gleamed with different colors, each corresponding to its own infusion platform.
Combined with his earlier deductions, he could now sketch out the general operating principles of this layer of heaven.
For instance, the "bliss" supplied through the umbilical cords needed to be replenished regularly, so the grabbers kept moving the nutrient pods back and forth.
Meanwhile, as time passed, resistance to the drug increased little by little, requiring the infused substances to be upgraded continuously. The accompanying structures were gradually abandoned, which explained all those withered umbilical cords.
And after he'd efficiently chosen to "cut off" the bliss, the entity behind the scenes had driven the grabber to move his nutrient pod to a lower-tier filling platform, activating a