"Teacher, why can observation affect the result? I'm sorry, teacher … Am I too stupid to learn quantum physics? "
"It doesn't matter. You are not stupid. Quantum theory is not something that ordinary people can understand. It is not that observation affects the result, but that both results exist at the same time. Only when you observe can you know what is going on. Imagine Schrödinger's classic thought experiment. Put a cat in an absolutely airtight black box, and then put in a poison bottle controlled by a radioactive switch. The bottle is filled with highly toxic cyanide. The decay rate of radioactive substances is uncertain. You never know when the switch will be triggered. Before you open the black box and observe, the cat may be alive or dead, right? "
"Well … I seem to understand. But teacher, why do you use a cat for this experiment? Isn't it cruel? "
"No one has actually done this experiment … Probably not. This is just a thought experiment. The cat only exists in our imagination. It is not cruel. Besides, Schrödinger's cat sounds better than Schrödinger's cockroach, right? "
"Haha, teacher, you are right. Then I will try to think again."
"Well, take your time. It doesn't matter if you think a few more times."
...
Its ears moved. It woke up.
There seemed to be some inexplicable conversations floating around outside. They seemed to be close at hand, but also seemed to be far away. Before it could think of calling for help, it quickly quieted down outside.
Where is this place?
It felt cold and hard metal under its body. It was somewhat familiar.
Wait a minute! Am I not dead?
It shuddered. It remembered! It was locked in an unbreakable black metal box with a strange black and white kitten. Then … it seemed to have accidentally knocked over a bottle.
A bottle? What was in the bottle?
The bottle seemed to contain something extremely terrifying. Even the devil in hell was not so terrifying!
The bottle was knocked over, and the faint taste of bitter almonds was still imprinted in its mind. Headache, nausea, suffocation, teeth clenched, body convulsions, loss of consciousness, and eternal darkness …
No, no, this must be a dream. It must be a nightmare! As soon as I opened my eyes, the dream would be over, and I would still be back in the wax museum, squatting in front of the angel.
Contrary to its wishes, when it opened its eyes, it was still surrounded by bottomless darkness.
It had never been so panicked before. What was going on? This strange metal wall, the terrifying darkness, the memory of him dying once and then coming back to life …
It stood up abruptly, eager to do something. It couldn't sit still and wait for death!
"Meow, don't move."
When it heard the voice again, its body stiffened reflexively. Not long ago, it seemed to have accidentally knocked over something, and then the smell of bitter almonds wafted out …
"I won't move." It said, struggling with its thoughts, and its body was as still as a wax figure. "Can you tell me what's going on? Am I dreaming? If I bite myself, will I wake up? "
"Meow … I don't know what's going on, but I was born here."
"Born here?" It laughed miserably. "Stop joking. No one was born here! Where are your parents? Where are your brothers and sisters? Where is your master? Did your master lock you up here? "
"Meow … I don't know. I have never seen my parents, brothers, and sisters. I have been here since I can remember … By the way, what is the master you are talking about? "
It was a little tongue-tied. "Master … Master is someone who gives you delicious food, gives you a warm place to sleep, and can play with you … I know, you must have annoyed your master, so he locked you up here to teach you a lesson!"
"Meow … Is that so?" The voice of the black and white kitten was full of confusion and uncertainty.
It seemed to have found a feasible way to escape from here, and excitedly spat and cried, "Yes! It must be like this! I once bit the boss, and my master locked me up in a small dark room to punish me … Your master, what is his name? He must have a name, right? Can you tell me? "
"Meow … Name … The name I hear most people mention is Schrodinger. Is he my master?"
"Probably … Hey! The owner of the black and white kitten! Hey! Schrodinger! Where are you? You are mistaken! I am not your cat. If you want to punish me, punish it. I did not do anything wrong. Don't punish me! Please be kind and let me out! "It screamed to the sky, and almost cried in the end.
It shouted countless times, but no one responded. It didn't stop until its throat was so hoarse that it could no longer shout.
"Meow … Name … I also want a name." The black and white kitten said in the dark.
It swallowed its saliva to lubricate its throat, and said hoarsely, "I have said that you have a name. You call yourself Xinghai. I met you in the wax museum. You asked me if I wanted to play hide-and-seek. Then I don't know how I appeared in this damn place …"
"Meow … Xinghai … Is that my name?"
"Probably." It said sarcastically, "Your name is quite big. The ocean of stars, isn't that the universe? It is much bigger than this damn place! "
The black and white kitten said again, "Meow … Then I will be called Xinghai … What is hide-and-seek? Is it fun? "
It chuckled and said angrily, "It is just a game where one person hides and the other person finds. In my opinion, it is not that fun … But you seemed to like it at that time."
"Meow … Xinghai wants to play hide-and-seek …" The tone of the black and white kitten was full of longing.
"Save it. Wait until you can leave here. If you play hide-and-seek here, what if you knock over the bottle again? "It said coldly. It was already silent about the bottle. Play hide-and-seek in this narrow black box? Forget it. It didn't want to die again …
Wait a minute!
Die again?
Its brain was a little confused.
How many times have I died here?
How could I think of such a terrible word as "die again" so easily …
Why was the touch of the bottle so familiar? It could almost outline the shape of the bottle in its mind, as if it had accidentally knocked over it many times?
The bottle seemed to appear anywhere. No matter how hard it tried to hide, it could not be avoided. Sooner or later, it would be knocked over. Even if it was not touched, the bottle seemed to be knocked over by itself …
So it was like this … So, how many times have I been resurrected?
It fell into contemplation, and its mind was completely occupied by these questions. Even the desire to escape was not so strong …
"Meow … It's okay. You will get used to it! Once you get used to it, it will not be so painful … Xinghai wants to play hide-and-seek! "
It woke up from contemplation and shouted at the top of its voice, "Kill me! Kill me quickly! Don't let me resurrect again! Do me a favor, don't let me live without dignity! "
No matter how it shouted, there was still no response.
"Meow … What is a wax museum?"
It did not answer, so the black and white kitten kept asking.
It was annoyed by the questions, so it had to say, "It's a big room full of wax figures for people to visit. I don't know anything else. Anyway, I met you there."
"Meow … It sounds fun, but Xinghai has never left here …"
It thought for a while, "Maybe she will leave later. You looked very happy and carefree at that time. Don't say that I mistook you for someone else. I am very sure that was you. My nose can never be wrong. "
"Meow … Will Xinghai be very happy?"
It was silent, seriously thinking about the short moment when it met the black and white kitten.
Thinking of the black and white kitten, thinking of the wax museum, it also thought of the wax figure of the angel. The smile on her face was so pure, and her last words were so selfless …
It was very sure that it could not hold on in this black box for a long time like the black and white kitten.
The black and white kitten could hold on, not because it was talented, but because it had been here since it was born, and it was used to loneliness. But it could not. It had seen the world, and it could not bear the loneliness. It would probably go completely crazy soon.
Only once, even if only once, it wanted to become an angel. At least before it lost its mind, it would not have any regrets.
It suddenly calmed down. It had never been so calm.
"You will be very happy." It imagined itself as an angel, and said softly, "That wax museum probably does not allow cats to enter, and I did not see anyone else with a cat there. You must have been secretly taken in. This means that in the future, you will meet a new owner who loves you. He will give you delicious food, let you sleep in a warm bed, play hide-and-seek with you, and in order to make you happy, he will secretly take you into the wax museum … So, you must hold on. Before the happy days come, no matter how painful it is, you must hold on. Don't fall in the darkness before dawn!"
After saying these, it suddenly felt extremely relaxed, and its body seemed to be weightless. Even life and death were no longer important.
It turned out that helping others was such a happy thing.
"Meow … meow …" The black and white kitten seemed to believe its words, and it cried happily.
If its few words could help the black and white kitten hold on for a little longer in the endless reincarnation, then it would probably have completed its mission. It could relax, eat a piece of sweet cake, smell the flowers, circle around the feet of the angel, wagging its tail to her, and ask her to touch its head …
It imagined a beautiful picture, quietly lying on the cold metal floor, waiting for its next death.
It calmly accepted its fate and death, but the next moment, it ushered in the dawn.
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