Psionic technology.
It kicks Newton's three laws and punches Einstein's mass-energy equation. It's the cream of the crop in technology.
Conservation of mass? Antimatter subspace? In the face of this unreasonable technology, they can all call me Daddy.
This is what it means to make brute force work.
As long as there's enough energy, I can even send a work of art into the sky.
This journey may involve the following hazards: uncontrolled level-30 singularities, the Purging Protocol, racial supremacism, the Heavenly Starfall, angels of mercy, nuclear apocalypse, unidentified flying objects arriving, vacuum decay, artificial black zones, the end of magic, the collapse of the primordial world, declining speed of light, dimensional rupture, the Dark Forest theory, Nuwa creating humanity, deals with evil gods, dimensional reduction strikes, The Wandering Earth, the wrath of the Fourth Calamity, paper-doll civilizations, a united fleet's mass suicide, primordial chuunibyou, lilies in bloom, abusing savages, physicists driven to their graves, and more.
In short, this is the story of a science-loving man transformed into an alien beauty, having fun across the universe while recording (and teasing) primitive civilizations.
"So what does any of this have to do with me, the cold and heartless secret observer of the universe? You say you're a better recorder than I am? Then go ahead and do it yourself."
