"How was that possible?!"
Upon hearing the Science Consul's answer, the Trisolaran leader let out an incredulous cry.
That was a Sophon.
Not some probe, not some weapon—it was a Sophon.
It was the ultimate creation formed by unfolding an eleven-dimensional proton into two dimensions, etching circuits onto it, then compressing it back into the microscopic realm.
It was the ultimate weapon their civilization had created to lock down another civilization.
How could it have been captured so easily?
"The other party is a light-quantum life-form—"
"It exists on the same dimensional level as the Sophon—no—no, that's not right—its dimension is higher, or rather, more complete."
The Science Consul explained haltingly.
"Explain yourself clearly!"
Seeing him like this, the leader's anger flared. He rose to his feet, strode before the Technical Consul, and lifted him up.
"Its scale—the scale of it, Leader, is far too great—"
The Technical Consul's visual sensors flashed violently. "On the microscopic scale, the Sophon is a two-dimensional plane, but macroscopically, it is merely a proton.
"But that thing—that Giant of Light—it displays the characteristics of quantum life at the microscopic level, yet in the macroscopic world, it can stably maintain the form of a 'human.' And—and it can restrain enough energy to tear apart half a planet—"
The Technical Consul spoke faster and faster, his chain of logic on the verge of breaking under the panic.
"If—if my computational model is not wrong, this life-form can directly interfere with fundamental particles through its own will."
"Leader, do you understand what that means? Everything in our world—matter, energy, Time and Space—is composed of fundamental particles.
"Fermions make up us, while bosons transmit the forces between us.
"If a life-form can manipulate them as easily as it moves its own fingers—"
He did not continue.
But the