My Little Mom is the Richest

"Foam? Can foam bear such a big object like yours?" Didou, who was silent at the side, suddenly said with a smile.

The patient then gave Didou a roll of his eyes and said, "What I just said is that bubbles in quantum physics are not the kind of bubbles you understand."

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

"Of course there are, but compared to the places in your universe, ours is indeed a little behind, but some are still there."

“Except for those aspects, they are basically the same,” the patient replied.

Mu Qiu was a little dizzy after what this patient said. Mu Qiu suddenly felt that if she were a science fiction enthusiast, she would understand more than herself sitting here.

Moreover, Wu Sheik has faced many imperfect world views, outlook on life and values ​​over the years, but some of them are based on theology or religion.

Some people will base these on mathematics, and some will base them on other disciplines. Of course, some will make up nonsense out of thin air, but now Mu Qiu really hates what the current patient bases on physics.

If all the psychopaths Mu Qiu faced were like him, Mu Qiu might collapse.

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

The patient kept talking, but suddenly Mu Qiu interrupted him and said, "I'm sorry, could you please explain what the bubble you are talking about is going on?"

After Mu Qiu asked, the patient began to enter the topic and said, "I didn't say what I just said. It's just like that. Bubbles are a description, not real bubbles."

"After the formation of the universe, this kind of bubble will spread throughout the space. It looks like a bubble, but is it not homogeneous? And it is distributed irregularly."

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It's okay not to say it, but the patient couldn't stop once he said it, which made Mu Qiu and Didou start to despair. Mu Qiu was painfully understanding the existence of this bubble.

"The universe you are talking about is shrinking, right?" Mu Qiu asked.

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

"Okay, then I understand. What do you mean, you dug a hole out of the bubble that was smaller than an atom?" Mu Qiu asked.

The patient laughed out loud at what Mu Qiu just said, and said, "What you said is right, but the adjective is useless. Yes, it shouldn't be drilling, but transportation."

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

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

"Yes." The patient proved to be cold and only answered with one word.

After that, Mu Qiu's problem patients began to choose not to speak and remained silent.

Seeing the patient's silence, Mu Qiu began to realize that she had said a little too much, so she started to get on the right track and said: "Okay, okay, that means you don't know how you got 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, smiled awkwardly and said, "That's right! I even forgot about it."

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

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

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

As soon as the patient mentioned Mu Qiu, he began to understand. How could a living person become data? . ,,.