Daydream Theatre

The moment I saw the Miss White, two women immediately appeared in my mind. The first was Ms Mistie. Miss White was similar to her and could not be considered beautiful. The other possibility was the Miss Tomoko that was the complete opposite. I think it was no wonder that Moloch chose this person as one of the participants, because if there was an audience member who wanted to choose between the Dreamscape Theater and Robot Theater, they would have chosen a beautiful lady right away.

I was a little impressed that in an age when technology was so advanced, people were still visual animals and believed in first impressions for no reason at all.

Since I haven't been doing anything for almost a year, I feel a little out of place. I gave a brief introduction to the program's objectives and schedule, and also told the Miss White that the first live broadcast would be held tonight." As it's not a full day broadcast, the content will be limited. But this is the first episode that we're going to restart, and what we want to do... It's a bit more attractive.

"Sure." She obviously didn't understand what I meant.

"I mean, while we still have time, we need to know more about you so we can show the audience what interests them at night."

"My mother has a cardiovascular problem," she answered irresponsibly, "so I want to spend a little more time with her."

"Of course we know that, but we are on a large-scale reality show. Other than hoping that the participants can fulfill their wishes, we also need to take into account the program's Access Rate s."

"I just …" She didn't seem to have any interesting information to provide, "I was just trying to give it a try, but I didn't expect to receive a reply so soon."

"Mn, since you have already signed the letter of responsibility, then I want to confirm once again that all the consequences of using the Time Capsule will be borne by yourself, including the harm done to others." I reminded her as if she were reciting it.

"I just want to share the heavens with my mother," she said as she pushed her glasses, "Nothing will happen to her, right? Unless there is a problem with your dao. "

"Ah, don't worry. Our show has already broadcast seven episodes." "There has never been a problem with the Time Capsule, if Ms White needs to use it, please let me know in advance. Without my permission, it is impossible to activate the Time Capsule, I still need to enter the password manually."

Ever since the last incident, our security level had been raised. However, Moloch still expressed her doubts, thinking that adding another password wouldn't help. In this era, perhaps a simple password memorized by the human brain would actually be more useful than a high-tech encryption program.

Ms White did not seem to be at ease. She pushed her glasses up and said, "Alright, I understand."

"Are you really nearsighted?" I asked casually in my boredom.

"Yes."

"You're not going to the surgery?" I'm surprised, because as long as I'm not very nearsighted, it's easy to have surgery.

"I'm afraid of surgery," she said, smiling for the first time. "Although I want to live a life full of technology, I'm afraid that technology will invade my body."

"This... This is interesting. " I can only answer this casually.

"I know that this item was provided by Castari."

"You know that too?"

"It's because it's obvious that the flow of time has exceeded the speed of modern technology by dozens of years. Only Castari is able to accomplish this."

"Seems like you really look forward to Castari?"

"Of course, everyone knows that there are no shortcuts to enter the Castari, and they also won't have any public exams or interviews."

"Then what should we do?"

"I can only silently submit my research report. However, ninety-nine percent of the cases are reported by people who have sunk to the bottom of the ocean through rocks.

"What kind of research did you devote yourself to?"

"Me …" She looked pleased with herself, but there was also a hint of mischief in her expression. "I'm afraid you'll find it hard to believe."

"Why?" It was the first time she had piqued my curiosity.

"Because my research is about things that don't exist."

"It doesn't exist? About... God? " I remembered my experiences in the Sleeping Religion.

"Of course not, it's about aliens."

"Haha, the aliens might exist."

"I don't study whether they exist in this universe or not."

"This universe?"

"I believe that there are many parallel universes, and every parallel universe can only produce one life." Her voice was excited. "This might be the solution to Fermi's paradox."

"I've heard of Fermi's paradox: if aliens exist, why haven't we met yet?"

"Yes, there are many explanations, such as thinking that civilization will self-destruct at a certain stage, or that civilization will eventually spread awareness of the internet, etc. But I think it's because there's only one civilization in the universe. I'm looking at the ecological and psychological state of aliens if they exist in other universes. "

"I don't really understand. We don't even know what the other universes are like, how can we study the aliens within?"

"That's what I'm going to do."

"So is God an alien of other universes?"

"What a pity …" "I'm afraid there's no way to cross parallel universes."

I couldn't help but ask, "Since we can't see each other, what's the point in studying them?"

"Not for practical purposes," her eyes were shining, "If a person only lives for practical purposes, then I'm afraid he will also live a very tired life. I do these things out of personal interest. "

"So the Castari is also very interested in this issue?" I am a little puzzled. Although Castari has always been a mysterious place, there has never been any news that they are using our money to research things that have no future or practical uses.

"I don't know about that, but it's probably because of some of my research methods that they're paying attention to." She said modestly, "But no matter what, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Ever since I have become sensible, I have always desired to enter the Castari, the sacred ground in my heart. "

"This is really rare!" It was very rare for a girl to be so interested in scientific research. "However, one must know that Castari is just like a prison, it's very difficult to come out after entering."

White replied with a question of disdain: "Who would still want to go out in the Sacred Grounds?"

"Even if I never see my mother again?" I find myself really annoying, always asking sensitive questions of others, which is probably one of the characteristics of borderline personality disorder.

Unexpectedly, Miss White was not angry, and only nodded: "That's why I want to participate in this episode. Even though mother's illness is not very serious, it is still dangerous. I also know that I only have three days of opportunity to see mother in the future, so … When does the program start? "

I wondered why someone like her, who was so immersed in things that did not exist, would be so interested in the joy of being a mother and daughter. Was it really important to her?

However, as usual, I had to go to her house to have a look. Colleagues also put forward a lot of suggestions, hoping to do better in this episode.

White's mother, Miranda, was mentally fit, but from the looks of her body, it was obvious that she had atherosclerosis. She was sixty-five years old, and Miss White was thirty-five too.

"My daughter has been studying science. I have often told her that I should consider my life, but... "Sigh …" Miranda seemed to have no idea what her daughter was researching, "But she is infatuated with knowledge, this is probably a good thing."

I could only nod my head repeatedly: "Lady Miranda, I am the host of this episode. Beside me are Director Andy, Producer Zhang Xuan, coaches, editors, post-production staff, etc. The reason why we're sending everyone out this time is because we want to do this episode well. "

She looked quite nervous and it looked like it was her first time on the show, "I... Or I can go and get ready. " It looked like she was going to put on some makeup.

"We have a professional stylist. He'll help you prepare it in a while."

"My daughter …" She suddenly turned towards White, "Why must we go on the show?"

"Mom!" Ms White held her mother's hand tightly, "They have a prop. I'm going to the Castari next week. If I use this item, we can stay together … Maybe a whole year! "

"One year?" I think she must have explained it to her mother many times, but she was "old enough" not to understand these counter-intuitive technologies.

"Yes!" White nodded happily, there were even tears in the corner of her eyes. "Un, if I can use this item in the future … Every year, not only will I be able to return to accompany you for three days, I might even be able to accompany you for three years! "

"Hey, hey, hey …" I promptly stopped this delusion, "You have to know that the time that has passed in the Time Capsule is your real time. Three years, three years … Hehe, Miss White, this might not be good. But what I'm more worried about is the effects of the program, if every episode is between the mother and daughter, our Access Rate might really be zero.

"What a joke!" She was obviously very happy, "Mom, tonight we are going to start the live broadcast. Have you prepared anything?"

"Yes, of course. I've already done what my good daughter instructed me to long ago."

Taking advantage of the time when her mother was returning to her room, I boldly asked, "I'm sorry, but may I ask your father …"

"Oh, divorced many years ago. "In my impression..." Miss White's face was pale and her heart was calm, "I almost can't remember his appearance."

Perhaps it was the absence of fatherly love that had led her to devote so much energy to the study of aliens in parallel universes, I thought. If the Miss Tomoko was here, could she analyze it from the perspective of ancient psychology? This might even raise the strength of the Access Rate!

I have never seen anything that Miranda has taken out before. It's a kind of box … It was circular, similar to a metal object, and there was even a small round hole in it.

"What is this? Some kind of high technology? "

"High technology?" "It's called a disc in our era. There are some movies and TV dramas stored inside."

"Oh, is it similar to our current holographic sphere?"

"I think so," she said, evidently not knowing much about today's technology, "but I can't find the machine to play it."

"Does it need a machine to play?" I think this ancient technology is way too backward. It actually requires a combination of multiple components to broadcast the video!

"Yes. Fortunately, my daughter was smart enough to transfer the content to that holographic sphere. " She looked proudly at her daughter, who was clearly a part of her life.

White explained: "I found a destroyed player, although it is no longer usable, but I understand its working principle."

"And then you used some technical means to re-encode the information into the holographic sphere?"

"Well, it wasn't easy. I tried for years before I succeeded." She also happily looked at her mother. "Watching these old movies with my mother is the happiest time of my life."

"What's the content? We would like to see it as well." I was a little impatient, thinking that maybe the audience would like it too, so there would be something to arrange in the evening.

"I'll show you one, hmm …" White continuously adjusted a projection ball, while looking at the labels on the discs, "I have to find the names based on … "Ah, I've found it. This is it. It's called 'Throbbing Heart'. I think it should be over a hundred years old."

The holographic sphere then projected images, but to our surprise, the images were not three-dimensional, they were flat.

"It's not a holographic projection?"

"Yes, it's a compatibility mode. At that time, there were very few movies with 3D information that could be reconstructed."

That's fine, but the content of the film simply makes us drowsy. It's just some editing of the inexplicable life of teenagers whose behavior is completely incomprehensible to me. Even more unbearable was the fact that there was nothing unexpected about the film, that it was a full recital from the beginning to the end, and that I only saw a few figures moving about on a flat surface, saying stupid, confusing things.

I think, if this kind of film was put on today, the Access Rate would probably be in negative numbers!

But Lady Miranda watched with great interest from the side. I saw her chest rise and fall continuously, as the characters in the play experienced the joy and happiness, the sadness and sorrow — if these ordinary things could be called joy and sorrow.

"Not bad at all! "I haven't seen it in a long time …" In the end, her eyes were even moist, and none of our crew understood why she was crying.

It was just a messy, unexciting childhood story! What's more, it was a flat surface image. There was nothing attractive about it.

"White." She recovered her wits, "I want to see it again, okay?"

"Of course, we can read it over and over again in the Time Field, over and over again."

The good mother hugged her daughter tightly. "My daughter …" "One day, my daughter will meet someone as gorgeous as a rainbow. From then on, the rest of us will be nothing but fleeting clouds."

It was like a line in a play, I remember.

But what I still don't understand is: people like White who study the parallel universes … Furthermore, up until now, she had not been in a relationship to get married, and had wholeheartedly wanted to enter the Castari … Would such a person really like this kind of film?

Perhaps another line would answer my question: "You don't appreciate the beauty of your eyes, and I feel sad for you." Well, I really feel sad for myself.

But it was also true that he couldn't let them continue these extremely boring emotional scenes.