Interstellar Voyage

The end of science is metaphysics, and maybe really, a strange cosmic voyage. Zhang Tong's coffee cup shattered on the metal floor, and the brown liquid condensed into trembling pearls in the zero-gravity environment. He stared at the main control screen, and the cold sweat on the back of his neck ran down his spine - those electronic data that were normal yesterday were now dancing a strange waltz on the screen. Prometheus, explain the situation! He yelled into the air, jabbing his fingers at the trackpad. The AI ​​butler who was always on call did not respond this time. Instead, the emergency lights on the ceiling suddenly began to flash. The rhythm of light and dark coincided with the beat of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Something even weirder happened. Zhang Tong watched helplessly as green smoke came out of the quantum communication module he had just repaired, and fine lines appeared on the circuit board, as if someone had carved densely packed Buddhist scriptures with a laser. He rubbed his eyes and took two steps back. His back hit the cold bulkhead, and then he realized that the entire wall had turned into a mirror, and the reflection in the mirror was not him, but a mechanical Buddha meditating. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.