The Evolution of Genius: Every Night, I Get Smarter!

As I pondered the situation, I couldn’t help but remember that 286 years ago, the events in those two clusters almost coincided.

Back then, when we passed a Quasar through the barrier, they did the same. But now, it seemed like they were moving ahead much faster than us. There was a gap in progress between us.

It made me anxious as we tried to figure out what to do next.

As I mulled over the situation, an idea struck me. Something clicked in my brain and all the theories I’ve been going thorough came together.

Turning to the other Scholars, I proposed, "Let’s use an infinitely small Observer device."

They seemed confused, so I elaborated, "If we trick the barrier into believing that the Quasar is passing through, but at the precise moment it touches the barrier, it redirects back to an observer on our side instead of going through, then, in that exact moment, we might be able to transport other particles instead of the Quasar."

Scholar Emanuel grasped the concept, asking, "So, you want to transport it back, one-brane at a time, as it passes through?"

"Exactly," I affirmed.

...

Back in the Zytherian cluster.

Double Maximillian worked hard, focused on building the basic system that would connect fermions and bosons, the carriers of energy in the structure.

His goal was to create and transmit these particles through the barrier while making sure they kept their states. This would allow for whole objects and living things to pass through at once.

As he worked diligently, a mysterious figure cloaked in black hovered over Maximillian’s shoulder, whispering into his ear.

Maximillian listens intently, absorbing the guidance as he continues his tasks.

Meanwhile, in the main hub of the Zytherian laboratory, engineers worked diligently.

Yet, there was something strange going on—they weren’t talking with each other; there was no communication, no collaboration, just work in absolute silence.

They didn’t seem tired.

There was no indication of pain or discomfort on their faces, nor was there any trace of anxiety.

They carried out their tasks with uncanny efficiency.

...

Lord’s Cluster

I proposed a solution that the Scholars readily accepted.

With the plan in place, everyone sprung into action, working tirelessly.

The laboratory buzzed with activity as people rushed around, exchanging ideas and coordinating efforts.

There was a dedicated group focused on gathering all the necessary resources to create an Observer, whose size would be tending to 0.

This would mirror the size and appearance of the barrier itself. We required two such observers, positioned away from the barrier and two near it.

The Particle would pass with the Quasar through the first Observer, located away from the barrier, only to reappear a particle-width away from the barrier.

Then, the second Observer would be strategically placed on the barrier, causing the Quasar alone to disappear and reappear once again away from the barrier while allowing the other particles to pass the barrier in its place.

As the engineers began crafting the outer layer of the Observer, we focused our efforts on designing the critical inner components of the device.

We agreed that Graphene nanoribbons would form the foundation, but the challenge lay in pinpointing the moment and location of transportation.

It had to be a singular point, devoid of dimensions.

After much deliberation, we settled on using a singular photon as the destination marker. However, controlling this photon was a problem.

It needed to span the entire Quasar’s space at the exact moment it passed through the Observer.

And as we thought about this problem, a mystery person in a blue cloak with long black hair falling to their waist appeared next to our table.

His face was perfect, with no flaws at all.

As the strange man appeared, everyone stepped back in surprise.

"How did you get here? This area’s off-limits," General Naomi said firmly.

"Nice to see you again, Naomi," The man said calmly.

Naomi looked puzzled. "Who are you? I don’t think we’ve met," she said, starting to move toward him, trying to apprehend the man.

But before she could reach him, her movements stopped, like her free will had been taken away.

Meanwhile, The Lord hurried up the stairs, his face darkening as he saw the man in the blue cloak.

"Architect!" he called out.

I felt confused, wondering what this man wanted from us.

The man surveyed the lab with a detached gaze, taking in everything.

Then, he turned to the Scholars and simply said, "Do your best."

Next, he addressed me. "I’ve heard you’ve already met Lilian Veri."

"The other Architect? Yes, I’ve crossed paths with her a few times. Can’t say they were the friendliest encounters."

He nodded back. "She doesn’t think you’re the one. Unfortunately."

"What do you mean?"

He shrugged, his expression indifferent. "You should brace yourself. Get your neck ready. It’s been a good effort on your part, but..."

"The probabilities are diverging." he said slowly.

His demeanor was cold and uninterested, as if he regarded everything happening in the lab as insignificant.

It made me feel like I was being treated like a bug.

The man nodded, as if concluding his inspection. "Alright. I should go."

Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "Oh! About the photon... Just entangle it with a structure resembling a Quasar."

With that, he disappeared.

I didn’t know what to think about this; for some reason, what I was doing here felt insignificant.

What was it about me getting my neck ready? Why would I do that?

Why do they want to kill me?

"Maximillian. Maximillian!" The Lord’s urgent voice snapped me back to reality. "There’s no time. You need to focus."

Entanglement... entanglement. The word echoed in my mind.

Suddenly, a realization struck me. "We can induce superposition by entangling the photon with another Quasar," I said, and everyone sprang into action.

But this wasn’t my idea. It was The Architect’s.

I stood up and left the main hub, heading for the resting quarters, my family, brother, sister, and all the other’s were there after all.

I didn’t feel that well.

Just when I was about to leave the laboratory, the shrill sound of the third red alert sounded.

I paused, wavering for a moment, but ultimately, I couldn’t bring myself to care.

I couldn’t help with that. I did what I could.