My Little Mom Is The Richest Man

"Bubbles? Can bubbles withstand objects of your size?" Di Dou, who was silent on the side, said with a sudden smile.

The patient then rolled his eyes to Di Dou and said, "What I just said is that the bubble in quantum physics is not the kind of bubble you understand."

"There should be other bubbles in your world, right?" Mu Qiu asked.

"Of course there is, but compared to the place in your universe, our universe is indeed a bit behind, but there are still some."

"Except for those aspects, it's basically the same." The patient replied.

Mu Qiu was a little dizzy by what the patient said, and Mu Qiu suddenly felt that if he were a science fiction enthusiast, sitting here would understand better than himself.

And in recent years, no chief has faced many imperfect worldviews, outlooks on life, and values, but all of them are in theology or religion.

Some people will base these on mathematics and some on other subjects. Of course, there are also some fabricated nonsense, but now Mu Qiu really hates the current patient based on physics.

If all the mental patients that Mu Qiu faced were of his type, Mu Qiu might collapse.

And Mu Qiu feels that physics graduate students don't need to worry about employment issues.

This patient kept talking, and suddenly Mu Qiu interrupted him and said, "Excuse me, can you explain what you said about bubbles?"

After Mu Qiu asked, the patient began to enter the subject and said, "Did I just say that, it's like that. A bubble is a description, not a real bubble."

"After the formation of the universe, this kind of bubble will spread across the entire space. It looks like a bubble, but it's not gay? And it's irregularly distributed."

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Fortunately, the patient couldn't stop as soon as he said it. This made Mu Qiu and Di Dou desperate at first, and Mu Qiu was at the same time understanding the existence of this bubble in pain.

"The universe you are talking about is shrinking!" Mu Qiu asked.

"You can understand it this way," the patient said.

"Okay, then I understand. What you mean is that you drilled a hole in a bubble smaller than an atom, right?" Mu Qiu asked.

The patient laughed over what Mu Qiu had just said, and said: "What you mean is right, but the adjectives are useless. Yes, it should not be a drill, but a transportation."

Mu Qiu didn't want this patient to continue to use his so-called professional knowledge to say that Mu Qiu was really scared.

"Then what do you study? There should be a university in your place, right?" Mu Qiu asked.

"Yes." It proved that the patient only answered one word coldly.

After that, the patient with Mu Qiu's problem began to choose not to speak but to remain silent.

Seeing the patient's silence, Mu Qiu began to realize that she had spoken a little bit earlier, and she started to get on the right track and said, "Okay, okay. In other words, you don't know how you came here, right? "

After hearing this, the patient interrupted Mu Qiu and said, "Didn't I just tell you how I got here?"

Mu Qiu touched her head and said with an awkward smile: "Yes! I forgot all about it."

"And I came here through big data." The patient added.

"You mean you were converted into data and transported?" Mu Qiu asked.

"Yes, everything in me is information and data." The patient replied.

This patient didn't understand when he said Mu Qiu, how could a big living person become data? ,, ..

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