Mozi's "Nest" welcomed a visitor for the first time. Yue'er stood at the doorway, slightly hesitant. This space was overly minimalistic, overly functional, lacking the warmth and redundancy of human living. Massive data streams silently on walls like cold digital waterfalls; the air and a. Everything here proclaimed: efficiency supreme, emotions not welcome.
Yue'er took a deep breath, as if swallowing that too. She, the motion, like. Her fingertips lingered on the door handle; metal, reminding her of ago in the Antarctic ice core lab when she first touched minus forty-degree air—that but from.
The door handle reflected her own eyes;,.
"Please come in, Dr. Yue." Mozi's voice came from the depths,,,. That voice held no, no social lubricant like "was the trip," only, like. He stood before the central console, ergonomic 105°; even now standing,.
The console's holographic projection already glowed; blue-purple beams, like. Yue'er noticed those—0.3 milliseconds, her brain automatically—that was his. This discovery made her:"," still composed of, still carrying 37-volt.
She took her first step; high heel 2847Hz, like. That sound, captured by twenty-seven,. Yue'er knew Mozi must have seen that waveform—his peripheral vision processing bandwidth is 3.4, a footnote she remembered reading his 2029 paper in *Nature Computational Science*.
She deliberately let her second step 1.5; thus the waveform, like. This was her signature, her, her "Hello World."
Mozi didn't look up, but his left 2—Yue'er's AR—that was his: received.
The console's 3D holographic projection had unfurled. Left: financial anomaly time series; right: cosmic microwave background radiation anomaly. Two data streams like, one, one,.
Yue'er approached; smelled a faint—signature of high-voltage electricity. She recalled first downloading Webb telescope CMB data locally; the hard drive surface emitted same odor—.
Now, two rivers converged under Mozi's; copper-green and cobalt-blue photons. She; tear film surface 620nm, like.
"I constructed a joint analysis framework." Mozi's voice like a. His fingers slid on virtual interface;.
Yue'er stared at those vessels, recalling using Doppler laser at MIT lab to measure—35 cm/sec, almost matching Mozi's. This meaningless made her,.
Covariance matrices scrolled in sidebar like; each element a conquest of uncertainty. She saw highlighted red on diagonal; suddenly realized that magnitude matched her last night during—.