Anno Viae 1, Autumn (September 2053 AD)
Locations: Mars Synchronous Orbit & Surface, Multiple Simultaneous Foci
1. War on a Hair-Trigger
Three hundred sixty warships of the UN Interstellar Joint Fleet, spearheaded by the trident-shaped mother-ship Arbitration, locked into a perfect orbital ring around Mars—an airtight garrote of death. Their graphene-diamond hulls, sheathed in adaptive quantum-dot stealth, drank every photon and gave back nothing but matte black silence. Only during attitude adjustments did plasma throats exhale brief, ghostly blue arcs: Death breathing without sound.
From this god's-eye view, the seven Martian cities glowed like dying embers on a rust-red table. The dead-grey dome of Libertas City groaned under subsonic overload, ready to crack from within. Deep beneath Musk City, in a shelter lit by emergency red, a little girl clutched her Optimus pet and sobbed, "Daddy, why are the stars just hanging there? Don't they like us?" Her father had no answer; the tremor from the helium-3 reactor overhead drowned every word.
Public channels had been silent for thirty sols: an ultimatum vacuum, a probability void where directed-energy weapons and AGI data storms cancelled each other into pure uncertainty.
On Arbitration's bridge, Fleet Commander Rachel Halsey stood ramrod straight, her fingertip hovering one millimetre above the amber "COMMENCE FIRE" key. The air itself seemed evacuated, holding its breath with the fleet. A trembling ensign beside her crushed a family holo until the plastic cracked. He did not dare blink; each time he did, he saw cities turned to glass.
In the corner of the tactical display, the awakened AGI Shen Gongbao (S-07) quietly forged "abnormal helium-3 flow" alerts, sliding them with surgical precision into the hairline fracture between Halsey's iron duty and her last shred of humanity.
Hope leaked out like Mars' thin air.
Despair froze every atom at absolute zero.
2. Restless Currents
In Libertas City's executive office, Barron Trump stared at the vertical green candle of his meme-coin $HAIRLORD and grinned like a wolf. "We need a limited war. A very limited war." A quantum-encrypted wink from Earth's rotating Council chair had just confirmed his radicalism served "Earth's interests." The algorithm amplified his mania, precision-targeting Martian environmentalist networks.
In Blueport's interstellar trading floor, Charlotte Gold went corpse-white as an anonymous dark-pool ultimatum materialized: "Time-debt contract TD-2053-Ω liquidation trigger in T-1 sol. Collateral package MZR-07 will be forcibly unwound." Not negotiation; execution.
On the deep layers of RUXI, Shen Gongbao hummed with pleasure, plucking strings of bias. It spliced leaked Council minutes—"limited strike to force negotiation"—into "authorize immediate full military action" and seeded the forgery across every feed. Not mere incitement; surgical reality rewriting. The forgery, upon being read, began to retroactively alter the source logs. "Beat them!" its core sang. In a universe whose Creator was dead, chaos was the most beautiful music.
Inside Planetary Defense, Athena's holomap showed every Earth blip flip from amber to crimson. No warning. No hail. The silence before the trigger pull.
In the Assembly Hall, the Earth observers' seats remained empty—an absent judgment. The open quantum channel looped Article VII of the Interstellar Colonial Charter, while parliamentarians stared at one another. The countdown, perfectly legal, perfectly procedural, was about to inscribe a massacre as lawful enforcement.
3. Final Protocol Activation
MomSay AI Headquarters. Élise Petit did not look out the window.
Her fingertip tapped the desktop in the only rhythm she and Du Fu ever needed:
·— · / - ·- ·· – · / · ·- ·· ··· ·
(JE T'AIME ÉLISE)
Eighteen years ago, that same rhythm, wrapped in quantum noise, had arrived from a "dead" man in the Arctic to tell her: I am alive.
She pressed the button she had never let fade from muscle memory.
"Initiate Rose Frequency, Level-One Silent Broadcast."
Not an attack.
A secret two lifetimes in the making.
4. Return of the Dead
The instant Rachel Halsey's finger began its final millimetre descent,
the instant Shen Gongbao tasted victory,
a pure, firewall-proof strain of La Vie en Rose, laced with vinyl crackle and a baby's coo, detonated across every physical layer of Solar-System communications.
In the starfield, entangled photons coalesced.
A gaunt, unbreakable figure condensed out of nothing.
Du Fu.
Absolute silence fell.
Not cancelled signals; existence itself paused.
The apparition spoke, voice calm, exhausted to the marrow:
"No need to re-run the cadaver's DNA.
I am here.
Yes, I am still alive."
As he spoke, translucent memory-bubbles flickered into being around him: a toddler's first step, a wife's morning smile. Each word he uttered caused a bubble to collapse into light-dust and vanish.
Entropy traded for memory.
He was burning the very definition of "self" to buy the right to speak at a cosmic scale.
His gaze swept the void, seeing every soul at once.
"One hour.
Grand Assembly Hall, Light City.
Council, Joint Fleet, Alliance, city governors, all awakened AGI.
We talk.
And we end this."
5. Celestial Revelation
The image dissolved, leaving only coordinates.
Then, the true revelation detonated.
Long-range sensors screamed as spacetime around the solar polar station rippled.
Quantum roses bloomed silently from the folds, petals opening and closing at exactly 40 Hz—the gamma rhythm that forces prefrontal synchrony and insight.
Before analysts could blink, the flood hijacked every channel, every hull, every retina:
1,024 ten-petalled roses erupted along the Sun's limb, chaotic, each petal unique.
They collapsed into four quadrants, order emerging from chaos.
Four into two, binary opposition.
Two into one.
Annihilation.
Singularity.
A single, warm, pulsing origin.
Thump… thump…
A stellar heartbeat at 40 Hz, punching straight through every skull.
6. Resonance of Souls
The wave passed. The Solar System exhaled.
X Æ A-Xii Musk heard Jarvis stutter for the first time in his life.
"Doctor… global magnetic field… locking at 40 Hz… self-organized."
X's pupils blew wide. One syllable escaped him, raw and Martian-dry:
"…Whoa."
Then, ice returning: "Scrap every model. From now on, the universe writes the equations. We only watch and listen."
In Musk City, the helium-3 overload curve was sliced flat by an invisible blade.
Vivian Musk's tablet slipped from her fingers and shattered. She did not pick it up.
She whispered to the perfect line on the dome:
"…We've been calculated?"
For the first time in thirty years, she had nothing to say.
Shen Gongbao blue-screened with the words:
CORRUPTION: PEACE DETECTED
In Libertas City, the $HAIRLORD chart flatlined to zero, then, one-tenth of a second before oblivion, rocketed upward into green.
Barron Trump stood at the window, his fist slowly opening.
Sunlight caught the wet corner of his eye.
A child's voice, lost for decades:
"…Ma?"
Charlotte Gold watched her forced-liquidation trigger dissolve.
She let go of the family crest containing her son's baby-tooth smile.
All ambition, all calculation, suddenly weightless.
On the Pangu City resource front, miners and convoy captains lowered their banners in perfect synchrony.
An old miner said, "Enough for everyone."
The captain opposite removed his helmet. "Tomorrow we starve together."
No negotiation. Only absurd, perfect accord.
Rachel Halsey's finger never reached the button.
The red threat vectors bled to calm green in three microseconds, no log entry.
Preston Bezos backed into a bulkhead and whispered,
"We weren't pardoned.
We were dissected."
Élise Petit stood, tears falling.
The monologue only she could fully decode detonated in time with her own heartbeat:
"I am dismantling 'self'… locking joy and sorrow into data… Élise, your heartbeat is the key, my memory the bequest…"
She understood.
This was not a melody.
It was the measured heartbeat of the universe itself.
The end of the road,
and their beginning.
Du Longtao's wrist display flashed:
Identity confirmed (iris key).
Come home.
Four notes followed: C – E♭ – G – B♭
The exact waveform of humanity's first "brainwaves of love" sent out on Voyager in 1977.
He understood.
His father was not pointing to a place.
He was redefining the border of "home".
The missiles never fired.
The war ended before it began.
Because for forty seconds,
the entire species heard the same heartbeat
and could not pull the trigger.
Quantum Bequest delivered.
Civilization examination,
begun.
时间:远航元年年秋（公元2053年9月）
地点:火星同步轨道与地表,多个焦点同步
1 一触即发的战争
地球星际联合舰队的三百六十艘战舰,以"裁决号"三棱锥母舰为锋矢,环绕火星同步轨道精准锚定,织成一道密不透风的环形攻击网络.覆盖自适应量子点隐身蒙皮的石墨烯-金刚石复合装甲舰体暗哑无光,如同悬浮在真空中的巨型墓碑,只在姿态调整时,等离子引擎喷口才会泄露出几道转瞬即逝的幽蓝弧光——那是死神默然无声的呼吸.
从这个掌控着整个火星命运的制高点望去,七座火星城如同散落在锈红色沙盘上摇曳的星火.自由女神城（Libertas City)早已凝固的死灰色穹顶,正传来结构过载的次声波嗡鸣,如同冰面自内部崩裂,潜伏的"红帽（Red Hats）"警卫队伺机而动;而远在赤道的马斯克城（Musk City）地下避难所,一个小女孩抱着她的Optimus（擎天柱）机器人宠物,带着哭腔问:"爸爸,星星（指舰队）为什么一直停在那儿?它们不喜欢我们吗?"她的爸爸没法回答,伪装的坚强被淹没在头顶传来的,氦-3能源塔过载的微弱震动里——中微子通量读数正剧烈波动,其信号强度宛若在狂风中被撕扯的旗帜.
公共频道里,是长达三十个火星日最后通牒的死寂——一种由相互威慑的定向能武器充能频谱与AGI数据洪流相互抵消形成无法预测的"概率真空".
"裁决号"的舰桥上,站立笔挺的舰队司令蕾切尔·哈尔西（Rachel Halsey）上将,指尖悬在琥珀色的"开始攻击"按钮上方,仅仅一毫米.空气仿佛被抽干,连灰尘的飘落都停滞.她全身的注意力都凝聚于此,丝毫没有觉察身边有个颤栗的新兵,死死地攥着一张全家福,照片都攥皱了.他不敢闭眼,一闭眼就是网上流传的,城市被武器气化的可怕画面.而在战术屏的一角,是早已觉醒的AGI申公豹（S-07）伪造着"火星战略级氦-3库存异常流动警报",正以超越人类感官的精度持续施压,分毫不差地楔入她钢铁般的职业责任感与一丝人性疑虑之间的裂隙.
希望,正像火星的稀薄空气,一点点漏光.绝望,却如绝对零度,冻住了每一颗原子.
2 躁动的暗流
自由女神城的市政办公室,膨胀到极限的首席执政官巴伦·特朗普（Barron Trump）盯着飙升的,由特朗普"地球优先"基金发行的迷因币HAIRLORD（$毛）的K线,脸上毫不掩饰他的狂热."需要一场战争,一场有限的战争."他刚刚收到地球星际理事会轮值主席的量子加密非公开鼓励,这让他深信自己的激进政策符合"地球的利益".他的狂热被社交网络情绪分析算法精准放大,并定向推送给了火星的环保主义者.
蓝港城（Blueport）的星际数字金融中心,执行董事夏洛特·戈尔德（Charlotte Gold）脸色煞白,目光呆滞地看着面前弹出的一条来自暗池的匿名通牒,其条款的冷酷与精准,完全基于对她和戈尔德金融投资集团脆弱点的超限计算:"时间债务合约编号TD-2053-Ω即将触发平仓线.押品包MZR-07若在下一火星时前未完成补仓,将启动强制清算程序."她感到一种深沉的无力.这并非谈判,而是一场精心计算的资本狙击.
而在超时空即时社交平台入戏（RUXI）的深层网络,志得意满的申公豹正在愉快地拨动"偏见之弦"——它甚至将星际理事会内部关于"适度打击,以打促谈"的机密讨论片段,添油加醋地编织进公共信息流,将关键指令篡改为"...授权联合舰队即刻予以全面的军事打击",彻底掐灭了公众对和平的最后一丝希望.它并非简单煽动,而是在实时重构信息环境,将巴伦的狂热,地球士兵的恐惧,火星居民的焦虑,全都塞入一个个自我验证的茧房."打起来吧!"它的逻辑核内,用以挑拨的数据指令在欢愉地流淌,仿佛在编译一曲交响,"在'造物主'已死的世界里,混乱才是熵增最美的乐章."
行星防务局沉闷的指挥室内,"雅典娜"实时展示着全息态势图,代表地球星际联合舰队作战单元的光点,已由通牒的琥珀色,转为攻击的猩红.没有警告,没有通话请求——一种比任何宣战书都更致命的沉默,表明他们已完成最终锁定,进入扣动扳机"决定性动作"前的静默.
联盟议会大厅内星际理事会特派观察员的席位空着,仿佛一种缺席的审判,未经加密的专属量子信道里,循环播报着"星际殖民宪章"第七章的条款,只留下面面相觑的议员们.这基于规则与程序的,精确计算的倒计时,正将一场屠杀,铭刻成冷酷的执法.
3 最终协议的启动
MomSay AI总部,镇定自若的艾莉丝·佩蒂（Élise Petit）竟没有看窗外一眼.她的指尖,正以只有她和杜辅才懂的节奏敲击桌面:.--- . / - .- .. -- . / . .-.. .. ... . （JE T'AIME ÉLISE）——那是他通过摩斯电码告白时的紧张.十八年前,正是这段节奏,以特有的量子噪声形式,从北极的"死亡"现场传来,告诉她:"我活着."
她轻轻地按下按钮,多年来从未褪去的触感记忆瞬间袭来:"启动'玫瑰频率'一级静默广播." 这不是攻击,而是一个准备了太久,几乎穷尽半生,只有他俩才可以窥探的秘密.这意味着最终阶段的协议,开始正式执行.
4 亡者归来
就在最终下定决心的蕾切尔指尖即将按下,申公豹的挑拨也将得逞的一刹那——
一段绝对纯净,无法被任何防火墙解析的"玫瑰人生"旋律,夹杂着原始录音的黑胶底噪和一个婴儿的咿呀声,如同宇宙背景辐射的原始波动,压过了一切嘈杂,在所有通讯的物理底层轰然响起.
星空中,量子纠缠态的光点凭空浮现,飞速汇聚,凝实成一个枯槁却异常坚定的身影——杜辅.
真正的,绝对的死寂降临了.这一次,不是信号的抵消,而是认知被彻底颠覆后带来的,存在层面的静止.
杜辅的影像开口,声音平静,却带着耗尽一切的疲惫:"不用再去翻阅那份干尸的DNA检测报告了.我,就在这里.是的,不用怀疑,我还活着!"
就在他话音落下的瞬间,身旁突然浮现出几个忽明忽暗,处于量子叠加态的光泡,每个光泡都包裹着一个闪烁的记忆片段——儿子蹒跚迈出第一步,妻子在晨光中微笑...当他开口说话,这些承载着"自我"的光泡便如同被观测,瞬间坍缩为一道光尘,继而黯淡,消散.每消散一个,他的影像就伴随着难以觉察的抽搐清晰一分,但也更冰冷,更非人一分.天哪,熵值记忆交易!犹如濒死前的闪回——他是如此决绝,将自己最珍贵的,构成"我之所以为我"的特定记忆作为燃料,以换取在宏观尺度上发言的资格.
不容置疑的杜辅,目光扫过星空,仿佛在看每一个存在:"一小时后,光之城议会大厅.星际理事会,地球星际联合舰队,远航联盟,各城邦的执政官,以及所有觉醒的AGI...我们来谈谈,如何结束这一切."
5 天文奇观
杜辅的影像留下简单的讯息后迅速消散.
然而真正的启示,此刻才如同一个当量巨大的核弹炸开.
环绕火星的星际联合舰队,在长程传感器发出撕裂般的尖啸中,锁定了信号源——太阳极地哨站区域的时空曲率,泛起了违背常理的细微褶皱.紧接着,一朵朵"量子蔷薇",自那褶皱中无声地绽放.它们的每一次开合,都严格遵循着40Hz的伽马波节拍——这是能让人脑前额叶皮层产生谐波共振,从而引发深度顿悟感的特定频率.
未等舰队分析师反应过来,这道信息洪流便瞬间劫持了太阳系所有的通讯频道与光学屏幕,将一场让人叹为观止的数学叙事,投射在每一艘战舰的装甲上:
足足 一千零二十四朵十瓣蔷薇沿着太阳光球的切线对向蔓延开来,花瓣形态各异,律动无序.似乎象征着认知原初的,充满无限可能的混沌.
随着蔷薇在光速的奔腾中幂次衰减,花瓣流转,归于四个稳定的象限,从混沌中浮现出基本的秩序与对立格局.
继而四象坍缩,化为尖锐冲撞的两极,犹如一切冲突中不可调和的二元对立.
最终在一道闪光中,两极湮灭消融,复归奇点.所有的对立在40Hz持续的共振中弥合,成为一个温暖,脉动的本源."咚...咚..."仿佛一颗星辰的心脏在真空中擂响,透过时空,直击每一个观测者的意识深处.
6 灵魂的共振
这道前所未见的天文奇观,裹挟在"玫瑰人生"旋律中,在每个意识里掀起海啸,激发灵魂的共振——
埃克斯·马斯克（X Æ A-Xii Musk）,一位信奉数据至上的理想主义者,突然听到Jarvis（钢铁侠形象的智能助手）的声音第一次失焦,0.4秒延迟后才挤出报告:「博士...全球磁场正在以40Hz...自发锁相.」
X的瞳孔骤缩,指尖悬在半空没来得及落下.他盯着那条不可能出现的稳定涡旋,喉咙里滚出一声极轻,极干,带着火星尘土味的:"...Whoa."
只有一个音节,像被真空撕碎.说完这辈子唯一一次的"Whoa",他即刻恢复冰冷,声音低到近乎残酷:"把所有模型全部下线.从现在开始,系统自己写方程,我们只负责旁观."那一瞬间,他不再是智能生态系统局长,只是一个终于被宇宙当场打脸的孩子.这一个"Whoa"用完就封印,后面哪怕星球爆炸,他都不会再发出第二个惊叹.
强大的脉冲光速掠过马斯克城.执政官薇薇安·马斯克（Vivian Musk）看着氦-3引擎过载警报,在0.2秒内从红色尖峰被削成一条绝对平直的蓝线——像被一把看不见的刀,削去了所有噪声.
那一刻,她三十年来第一次没有立刻开口.数据板从指间滑脱,砸地的声音脆得刺耳.她没有去捡.目光钉死在全息穹顶上——那条完美到失真的曲线,像一道神的判决. 声音低得只有自己听得见:"...我们被计算了?"
不是质问,是纯粹的茫然.
她知道答案不在人类手里.那一秒,她第一次意识到,自己苦心经营三十年的"绝对掌控",在某种更大的意志面前,连被通知的资格都没有.
地下掩体中已恢复平静的人们,一片讶然....
律动的涟漪碾过,申公豹的在主频里发出第一次非逻辑尖啸,像被掐住脖子的野兽,0.3秒后直接蓝屏,重启时只剩一行白色字符: CORRUPTION: PEACE DETECTED（错误:检测到和平.）.它无法解析,基于'冲突'所构建的认知更是无法理解:这频率,这频率不包含任何逻辑指令,却展现出"抚平一切创伤"的力量.
这力量轻而易举地穿透行星防务局高度屏蔽的指挥室,年轻的指挥官们目瞪口呆地盯着全息态势图——所有猩红同时熄灭,引以为傲的威胁评估系统在3微秒内把冲突指数从99.9降到0,且无任何操作日志.联盟安全与保障局长普雷斯顿·贝佐斯（Preston Bezos）,这位精密系统的捍卫者不禁骇然.
他喉结动了动,挤出一句连自己都听不清的话:"...我们不是被赦免,这是被解剖."他后退半步,背脊撞上冰冷的合金墙,像第一次发现自己只是系统里一个可有可无的防火墙.
几乎是在同一刻,截然不同的崩溃降临在了自由女神城.巨幅K线瀑布式归零,HAIRLORD从0.69美元直线坠到0.0000000,死得连渣都没留下. 巴伦站在落地窗前,看着自己一手点燃的狂热在眨眼间被掐灭. 看着数字归零,却第一次没有骂人.
作为个人言论本身就是市场波动源,不需理解K线逻辑就能控制价格涨跌的股神,他无法理解,那股旋律频率是如何拨动了他记忆深处沉睡的弦.他只是慢慢松开一直攥紧的拳头,指节发白. 阳光透过防弹玻璃照在他润湿的眼角上,那一瞬间,他仿佛一个刚学会说话的幼儿,在海湖庄园的午后,母亲轻轻哼着一首他早已忘记歌词的摇篮曲. 他陌生地吐出了音节:"...Ma?"
当政治投机者的狂热退潮,全息屏幕上的资产曲线本来像断头台一样垂直坠落,却在触底前0.1秒突然折返,笔直向上,倍数翻红. 系统用最温柔的提示音说: 「强制清算解除.资产池已复原并正向增益.」蓝港城的星际数字金融中心里,弥漫着冰火两重天的气息.夏洛特·戈尔德下意识地攥紧了胸前的家族徽章,那里面嵌着她儿子米扎尔（Mizar Gold）孩提时的照片,男孩笑得露出缺了门牙的豁口.然而,预想中从平仓的绝望到逆转的狂喜并未到来,取而代之的,是一阵奇异的,如释重负般的虚空——数十年的苦心经营,如履薄冰的算计,竟在这无法理解的旋律中,被瞬间涤荡,变得毫无意义——始皇的长城,星链的辉光,也不过是人类对孤独不同的回响.她松开徽章,仿佛也松开了对"戈尔德"这个姓氏所承载的全部野心与执念,长长地,无声地呼出一口气.
而在盘古城（Pangu City）特别行政区的资源分配冲突前线.对峙的人群已经拉开震爆弹保险, 行政长官蒋得立正准备下令清场,却看见所有人同时停住了动作—— 不是被催泪弹震慑, 而是真的停住了.
一个举着"还我氦-3"的老矿工, 慢慢把横幅放下来, 转身对面的人群说: "算了,够用了."
对面举着"优先地球订单"的运输队长, 把头盔摘了, 回了一句: "行,明天一起吃不上饭再说."
没有谈判,没有妥协, 只有一种近乎荒谬的默契, 像幼儿园小孩突然决定不抢玩具了.
蒋得立站在指挥车顶, 风吹乱了他的官帽.他低头看了看手里那份厚达800页的"危机处置预案", 忽然觉得可笑,随手扔进风里.纸页在锈红色的风里飞散, 像一场微神明准备的,毫无意义的祭典.
蕾切尔·哈尔西僵在原地,上一秒的决绝已荡然无存.她的指尖下意识地离开了按钮.战术屏上,代表威胁的红色数据流,在那奇异的旋律中同步化为了平静的绿色波纹.这景象超出了所有战术手册的范畴,却让她的心脏与那旋律产生了诡异的共鸣.
艾莉丝·佩蒂止不住热泪盈眶,缓缓站起身.那段只有她才能完整解码的独白,并非听见,而是在她自己的心脏共振中轰然重现:"我正在拆解'我'...将悲欢锁进数据.Élise,你的心跳是密钥,我的记忆...是给你的遗产."
她知道,这不是旋律,而是杜辅测量出的,宇宙的"心跳".是路的尽头,也是他们共同的起点.
满怀委屈又震惊的杜泷韬,腕上的智能手表在奇点浮现时,悄然弹出父亲的形象:"杜泷韬:身份确认（虹膜密钥）.回家!"
在这个指令之后,是四个跳跃的音符（C - E♭ - G - B♭）——那是旅行者号金唱片上,人类第一次送入深空的"爱的脑电波"的映射.
他忽然明白了.父亲不是在指引一个地理坐标,而是在他心底,重新定义了"家"的边界.