"Do you remember what fresh grapes taste like?" His blond roommate asked when they were students.
"It tastes the same as the grapes you are eating now." He replied. "The genetic composition of the copied food is the same as that of the real food, Kerric. This is the principle of the replication project."
"No, it's different." The blond student, yes, his name is Kerric, "You don't feel it with your heart. Real fruits, grapes or apples, they are different from the copied things. They have been exposed to the sunshine of the summer in San Francisco, and have also been baptized by rain and snow. Their taste contains sunshine, wind and snow, and the chirping of nuthatches in the morning."
"That feeling," Kerric concluded in the end, "that feeling cannot be replicated by any precise replicator. That feeling belongs to time."
In fact, this article has nothing to do with time travel. It mainly draws on Star Trek. All the weapons are pure nonsense. The author looked at the article with no limit but wrote Qing Shui. There are still two articles that have not filled the holes and dug new ones. The follow-up should be...
The author is schizophrenic
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