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Time Machine Delivery Service
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"Ding dong!" The sound of a text message ringtone suddenly broke the tranquility of the afternoon, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples. My heart raced, almost skipping a beat, as the words on the screen left me in disbelief: "Time Machine Delivery Station reminds you that your time-travel package has arrived!"
This joke was too big to be true, but my curiosity grew wildly, driving me to the pickup location—the top floor of the same building. It was my first time reaching the top floor, and standing in the lobby, the fantastical scenes before me made me question whether I had traveled through time: packages floated freely in the air, seemingly alive, dancing with the wind and playing with the clouds.
I could see all kinds of packages from different points in time, each carrying unique memories and emotions. Some bore my mother's handwriting from twenty years ago, revealing deep longing and concern; others were from future teachers, filled with seeds of knowledge waiting to be sown in the hearts of seekers; and there were those packages from long-lost friends in the future, containing laughter and tears from their youth, allowing one to savor the sweetness and bitterness of friendship in reminiscence.
The expressions of those picking up their packages varied widely—some wore radiant smiles of happiness, others had tear-filled eyes, some looked regretful, while others appeared relieved. Emotions intertwined here to create moving scenes that made one marvel at the magic of time.
The delivery personnel navigated through the skies on flying devices like messengers of time, constantly picking up and delivering packages to each recipient. Their movements were skilled and swift; each handoff felt like completing a ritual that transcended time.
I held my pickup number as I approached an elderly man whose peculiar expression tightened my chest. "This is your package," he said in a hoarse voice, his eyes seemingly hiding a secret. I took the package, which prominently bore the words "From You Thirty Years in the Future," making me doubt my sanity.
Inside the package was only a letter and a video photo. The future world described in the letter sent chills down my spine: animals ran rampant, humanity was on the brink of extinction, and I was torn apart by a giant beast in the video. At its end, a voice told me that only by stopping current animal experiments could I change the future.
Shocked after watching the video, I realized I was a biotechnology researcher responsible for data maintenance at a well-known biotech company. For eight years, I had focused on Gene Editing and Bioethics, holding complex views on animal experimentation. My daily work involved genetic modifications on experimental animals to study disease treatment and drug responses. Could these practices have led to genetic mutations thirty years later that resulted in global extinction?
"No way! For my own sake, I need to investigate this!" I muttered to myself as I quickly returned to the company. The elderly man's meaningful gaze followed me until I disappeared.
Back in the lab, I was determined to uncover the truth behind this mystery. However, things were far more complicated than I had imagined. It felt as if an invisible force was obstructing me; every step was laborious.
When I accessed the data system, I found all experimental data and records encrypted. I tried every decryption method I knew, but the encryption strength exceeded my expectations. Clearly, this data was specially protected; only specific personnel could access it.
To make matters worse, it seemed that the lab's surveillance system had been activated. I noticed several cameras rotating occasionally as if monitoring my every move. Realizing that every action of mine was under scrutiny made me feel extremely uneasy.
The next day, just as I was about to deliver a biological research report to my boss and was about to knock on his door, I heard his voice from inside: "What’s the progress on animal gene modification?" Suddenly halting my hand, I stood frozen.
My partner Xiao Zhang said, "We're still in testing; one little white mouse has grown bigger every day—it's doubled in size after three days."
The boss's voice carried an unmistakable hint of greed: "This project must be expedited; think about it—once we succeed, it will yield enormous profits!"
Xiao Zhang replied worriedly, "But this poses great risks; forced mutations could have unknown side effects that would disrupt ecological balance—consequences could be unimaginable."
The boss's tone was cold and resolute: "What does that matter to me? We just need to complete our assigned tasks; otherwise our lives are at stake—hurry up."
"Alright," Xiao Zhang responded helplessly.
Afterward, footsteps echoed as they walked out. I quickly ducked behind a nearby pillar until they faded away before leaving myself.
Back in the lab, looking at those experimental data made me realize that if I didn't stop this now, it would be too late. The thought of a world thirty years from now filled me with dread. Just as I prepared to destroy this data, the lab door swung open...
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