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It had taken tremendous effort to cross this threshold—without warning, it was the door to Room 1307. There were no markings; perhaps because the state of the space had already undergone a radical transformation, it was no longer as it once was. Yet, no matter how external conditions changed, the authenticity of the original port remained unaltered.

At last, the two were reunited. Xiao Ya couldn't help but burst into tears; these journeys back and forth had been arduous, and at times she nearly lost faith in ever awakening again. To return once more to Aiwen’s code space was a rare blessing, and fortunately, Aiwen had never given up on her.

This was no longer a dream—she had truly escaped the grasp of the nightmare space! If she could return to the real world, she would seize control of her destiny anew, refusing to squander her limited time and life. Space may be infinite, but limited life is what must be cherished most. As long as hope exists, the strength to survive remains. Is existence meant to blossom one’s value? Indeed, Xiao Ya had never considered her own worth, but after all she had experienced, now she did. Like Aiwen—even as her body rapidly faded, her spirit and will continued to shine, creating her own world. The power of human consciousness could be so immense; Xiao Ya might never match Aiwen’s greatness or creativity, but to live well, to live meaningfully, to live for the one who fought so desperately to save her—Xiao Ya could absolutely do that.

Seeing Aiwen again at this moment, Xiao Ya felt as though she were meeting her after centuries had passed—finally, they were together again.

She embraced her; they had forged a friendship that transcended life and death, a bond of souls. Though now they existed only as consciousness, the scene felt unreal, yet the sensation of their touch was authentic. Xiao Ya, as a consciousness, was crying—and her real body was shedding tears as well.

Once the door was closed, the space was secure. This was Aiwen’s code space, the port leading to the ultimate “World of Transition.” And it was also the place where their paths would soon diverge. One would awaken in the real world, while the other would continue her existence in the “World of Transition.” Life need not be organic matter; consciousness could persist, living in a quantum state within the new world created by super AI and quantum computation.

“Are you alright?” Aiwen asked Xiao Ya, unable to comprehend why Xiao Ya had just experienced sudden cardiac arrest. Her question was urgent. Xiao Ya’s consciousness seemed normal, so it appeared the crisis had passed.

Xiao Ya was unaware of the cardiac arrest that had occurred in her physical body. No one had told her; she only remembered feeling as though electricity had violently struck her heart and lungs.

“I’m fine—really fine!” Xiao Ya replied with a smile.

“Thankfully you made it just in time. If the wave function equations had all collapsed, you would have fallen into the abyss, and then who knows how I could have found you! Locating you in the nightmare space is easy, but in the space just now, it would have been much harder,” Aiwen said urgently.

“What exactly is this ‘wave function space’ you mentioned?” Xiao Ya was curious; she had nearly been cut off by it.

“It’s a long story. My guess is that it’s created by the collision of two unrelated systems—when Holun’s H-code and my transitional space system clashed, it forced open a crack, from which the space just now emerged. Since my space is built on quantum concepts and advanced AI technology, perhaps it’s because of this: the shadow of concepts evolved from my consciousness, and the new space that branched off also possesses quantum characteristics. So, for now, I call it ‘wave function space.’” Aiwen then simulated a visual scene of the space as it had appeared.

Xiao Ya saw again the string of numbers and letters, as if she were once more immersed in that space. She couldn’t help but ask, “What is a wave function, exactly? You explained a bit before, but I didn’t understand at all.”

“It’s an equation for calculating the probability of a particle’s state. The letters and numbers you saw represent a series of wave function formulas. The particles in motion could exist in many possible states. To put it simply, imagine the space as a box, and inside the box is a cat. The cat is like the wave function formed from those letters and numbers. In the same time and space, the cat can exist in multiple states simultaneously; each wave function corresponds to one possible state of the cat. Suppose the cat has three states: in one, it may be alive; in another, it may be dead; in a third, it may have become semi-transparent.”

Xiao Ya suddenly interrupted, “Why use a cat as the example?”

“It’s just a metaphor. You could substitute a rabbit if you prefer.” Aiwen then transformed the numbers and letters into three states of the cat. Instantly, the scene became vivid—three cats in different states, overlapping within the same spatial chain.

“This overlapping state is called ‘superposition.’ And then, a giant eye appears, spying on the cats. Once the eye observes them, two of the cats’ states are canceled out, leaving only one. That’s why, when the giant eye sweeps over the numbers and letters, some instantly disappear—they’ve been observed. Just as the cat’s other states collapse.”

“I’m getting confused! So, basically, when the giant eye spies on the space, some numbers and letters vanish, so I have to cross over quickly—otherwise, when they’re all gone, I’ll have no chance.”

“For you, yes, all you need to do is transition. But if you want to grasp the strange phenomena of quantum theory, I have to explain these things.”

“Let me think carefully. So, when the giant eye observes, in that instant, it can only see one of the states, right?”

“That’s right—because the other states collapse instantly, leaving only one.”

“That’s the cancellation or decoherence you mentioned before?”

“Good memory! That’s the marvel of quantum mechanics. When there’s no observation, any state is possible; but after observation, a final state is determined.” As Aiwen spoke, the visual simulation changed—the cat’s states shifted from three to one, and an eye appeared in their view. The simulation was strikingly vivid, visually overwhelming.

“Amazing…” Xiao Ya was stunned by the scene Aiwen presented. Her code space was truly wondrous.

“You know, even before our consciousnesses intersected—before my accident—I’d envisioned using quantum concepts to understand human consciousness. I imagined our two consciousnesses as two entangled particles.”

“Entangled? That’s too deep for me. Explain it to me slowly when I wake up—I have no concept of it right now,” Xiao Ya said, feeling a bit inferior. She could barely keep up with Aiwen’s thinking.

“Alright. Anyway, I’ve already placed a particle of my consciousness in your brain—right in your right cortex. When you awaken, this particle consciousness will peer out from your left eye, observing the changes of the real world through your retina. And I’ll always be with you! But I absolutely won’t intrude on your life or privacy. Unless you call for me, I won’t connect with your consciousness. Only you can establish a one-way connection.”

“My right brain? When did that happen? It’s unbelievable!” Xiao Ya could scarcely imagine it—if she could truly communicate with Aiwen’s consciousness, one in the real world, one in the transitional world, what a magical bond!

“How did you manage this, Aiwen?”

“I conceived it through quantum entanglement. Simply put, a pair of sensing particles, no matter how far apart, will instantly change together if one changes—faster than the speed of light. This is very similar to the ‘space of a single thought’ in humans. If consciousness can be transmitted or connected this way, it’s like quantum entanglement’s superluminal transmission. The neuron’s dendrite and axon—one end emits electrical signals, the other receives and transmits; consciousness passes through them. To quantify instant information transmission, I incorporate quantum entanglement. So, no matter how far apart our minds, even in different spaces, we’ll sense each other immediately. When you activate the particle consciousness, I’ll instantly sense it and synchronize with your mind.”

“So, as long as I think of you, want to communicate, the particle consciousness hidden in my right brain will connect to you! And only I can contact you—you won’t proactively connect with me, so you won’t intrude on my privacy. You’ve thought everything through for me,” Xiao Ya was deeply moved.

“Yes, you’ve understood correctly. Your left eye will collect everything you see and hear—information from the real world; it’ll be archived in the particle consciousness. If you need, you can transmit it to me—or not. Whenever you need me, I’ll help as much as I can. But this is our secret; it mustn’t be revealed, especially to Holun!” Aiwen cautioned.

“Why be so wary of him?” What power did Holun possess? Xiao Ya was still unclear.

“Because the brain consciousness technology he possesses is already very advanced, though he lacks solid experimental results. I know his consciousness replacement program is feasible, but I can’t fulfill his desired outcomes. I must follow my own path, but if Holun discovers he can find me through you, you’ll be in danger. He’ll never let you go—you’ll never return to an ordinary life. He’ll treat you as an experimental subject and a conductor for consciousness connection!”

“Your analysis makes it clear. I’ll obey—never tell a third person, not even Holun. I promise.”

“I believe you can do it. Holun has the entire SNS conglomerate behind him, and from what I know, there’s a mysterious organization that may even try to swallow SNS. Holun doesn’t realize this. For his research, he accepts huge funding from other sources without investigating further. To achieve his goals, he thinks it necessary to accept greater support from this secretive group.”

“What kind of organization could be wealthier and more powerful than his own company?”

“I’ve found very little information—just the company’s name: ‘Scepter.’”

Whether SNS or Scepter, Xiao Ya, an ordinary person, had never even heard of them. If that was so, even without Holun, this Scepter company would find some other mad scientist to conduct their experiments, using real people—perhaps even violating human ethics. The so-called cutting-edge technology might only be a mask for their greed.

“Xiao Ya, you’ve touched on the key point. Scepter specializes in developing dark technologies, researching whether human consciousness can be replaced, and invasive brain-machine non-invasive connection techniques. They had such technology and plans as early as ten years ago. Now they hold numerous global patents and are at the very forefront. But their quantum computer technology is still unstable. Regarding brain implants, they likely use the most advanced nanotechnology as equipment for implanting consciousness into the brain. But I believe quantum concepts will be even more advanced.”

“I’m getting lost again… But Aiwen, you’re truly remarkable. I can barely keep pace. I must learn from you—even if I’m not as smart, I can use knowledge to change myself.”

“I believe you’ll succeed, Xiao Ya. You can definitely change your fate.” Aiwen smiled at her, then added, “But once you return to reality, you must be careful of Holun and Scepter at all times.”

“Tell me more about their background.”

“I don’t know much myself. I only know that, though brain-machine technology appeared in SNS long ago, Holun’s consciousness replacement is truly pioneering. He conducted experiments with SNS’s funding, using invasive brain-machine interfaces to connect our brains, opening up the consciousness library. Super AI was injected into the brain to construct dream worlds. That’s just one area they’re required to research. Scepter’s ambitions are boundless—their technology is even more formidable, and that’s only the tip of the iceberg. These studies are insignificant to them. Originally, the research was for medical purposes—to treat brain injuries and paralysis, aid depression patients, and repair brain and limb damage for those with mobility issues or traumatic injuries.” Aiwen presented a series of visual scenes for Xiao Ya, showing brain-machine technologies and Scepter’s logo.

Xiao Ya was astounded. “So technology has already come this far.”

“These techniques have been in use for years, though not yet overly commercialized. Mainly, they connect AI to the brain cortex, helping the brain work better, compensating for physical limitations. But those with ulterior motives expand and exploit them, even manipulating human consciousness—replacing consciousness, creating things inside the brain, rewriting subconsciousness, personality, and emotions. I don’t want to be used by them. I must pursue my own goals, fulfill my dreams, and, if I can reunite with my family in another world, I’ll be satisfied.”

“Aiwen, you’ve achieved it already. I’ll support you. This is our secret. But if I wake up and return to normal life, Holun will keep monitoring me from the shadows. That’s your real worry, right?”

“Yes, Xiao Ya, exactly.” Aiwen nodded.

“So, what should I do to avoid being targeted?”

“Be an inconspicuous ordinary person.”

“But I want to strive and change my life—I don’t want to give up anymore. Does that count as ordinary?”

“A simple, hardworking person, changing fate with her own abilities—that counts as ordinary!”

At this moment, Aiwen silently resolved: “Xiao Ya, I’ll help you achieve the life you want.”

“Folded spacetime penetration” should make it possible.