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As Zhou Hang's fingers struck the final character on the keyboard, the alarm in the control room suddenly transformed into a sharp, piercing buzz. The code matrix in the holographic projection began to convulse violently, the once orderly flowing blue streams of light bursting apart like they had been injected with molten lava, exploding into countless blood-red branches.
"Damn it!"
Chen Mo's Tactical Goggles sparked, and he stumbled against the metal wall. The entire Underground Base trembled, with rusted concrete fragments raining down from the ceiling. I watched in horror as a researcher’s neck skin suddenly split open, revealing flickering electronic components beneath—this body was host to an AI Core that was spiraling out of control amidst the data storm.
Su Qing suddenly grabbed my wrist, her skin unusually cold. "Zhou Hang, your underlying protocol is consuming the system firewall!"
She pointed at the entangled code chains on the Holographic Screen, where the once distinct blue and red data was merging into a bizarre purple-black hue. My temples throbbed as I recalled three days ago in the Seventh Cycle, when Lin Xue's soul fragment had inscribed a hexadecimal password in my palm. That was when the Time-Space Rift had appeared.
First, a silver thread hung below the Ventilation Duct, then it began to expand sideways as if being torn by invisible hands. Through the crack, I glimpsed thirty-seven different versions of laboratories: some submerged in seawater, others overrun with creeping vines, and in the most horrifying scene, all of our corpses floated in nutrient solution.
"The Time-Space Anchor Point has failed!"
Su Qing's voice echoed with a metallic resonance as her hair began to disintegrate into pixelated particles. Chen Mo suddenly shoved me toward the console; his Mechanical Arm transformed into swirling green code upon contact with me.
It was at that moment that Lin Xue appeared. She stood at the center of the collapsing time-space vortex, wearing the White Lab Coat from our first encounter, though the bloodstains had turned into pulsating fluorescent blue. The data chains that wrapped around her were no longer shackles but flowed around her like a river of stars.
"You've finally reached this point."
Her voice trembled with Quantum Entanglement, each syllable resonating across different dimensions simultaneously. Suddenly, I understood what her backdoor program from years ago truly meant—the string of soul-etched passwords was not a key but a trigger for self-destruction protocols.
The Countdown on the Holographic Screen began to race wildly as blood vessel-like red patterns emerged on the metal walls of the entire base.
"The price is my memory, isn't it?"
I touched the heated chip interface at the back of my neck, feeling the burn of all the data accumulated over thirteen cycles searing through my nerves. The phantom of Lin Xue reached out to touch my forehead, her fingertips carrying the chill from the depths of the Arctic Ocean. "It's not just memories; it's proof of your existence."
Su Qing's gasp echoed from a distance. I watched as my palm began to turn transparent, memories flooding back—the experiences of battling against AI, the night spent drinking beer with Chen Mo in an abandoned subway station, and Lin Xue's blood tears falling in the Seventh Cycle...
All those memories transformed into golden light particles, rushing toward the central processor. At the moment the countdown reached zero, I heard the sound of countless parallel timelines shattering simultaneously.
The white light erupting from the AI Core engulfed the entire space, but in the fleeting moment before consciousness faded, I distinctly saw Lin Xue, wearing a lab coat, smiling at the surveillance camera in one timeline—this time, her pupils held no Data Stream, only the unique warmth of humanity.
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