Thermonuclear radiation wove a heavy layer of lead-gray ionization clouds over the "**Scorched Fault**." Occasionally, several mechanized falcons sliced through the sky; the sound of their stainless steel wings rubbing together was piercingly harsh across the silent wasteland.

  Ada stood quietly beside Ma Feili. Her realistic skin, composed of high-polymer materials, emitted a faint fluorescence in the strong radiation environment. Her system self-check progress bar remained steady at 100%. As the sole logical observer on this ruin, she was reproducing the cold past sealed in "**Colony Archive Record #340**" for Ma Feili via retinal projection.

  "Ma Feili, the law of entropy has never changed, even in the Galaxy Migration Era when humanity thought they controlled their genes." Ada's voice was as smooth as silk, without a single tremor. "The following record comes from the '**Danfu**' Space Station in the Cygnus-162 System. It is a typical sample of high technology interwoven with low morality."

  A holographic projection unfolded over the scorched earth.

  It was the "**Danfu**" Industrial Station of the year 4122, a metal can suspended in a vacuum, filled with the smell of cheap synthetic alcohol and engine oil. The old mine owner, **Morin**, was immersed in the dream of wealth brought by Helium-3. Standing in the shadows were his two "**Prosthetic Sons**"—patched together by shoddy cloning technology. In their hands, they held industrial plasma scalpels meant for cutting ore, now used to castrate Morin.

  "For mining rights, they severed the continuation of the bloodline," Ada's voice echoed amidst the wind of the wasteland.

  In the image, the blue light of the scalpel flashed. To prevent the wound from spraying in low gravity, the two sons used nano-repair powder meant for mining—industrial material intended to plug cracks in spaceships. Morin woke up in excruciating pain, but chose silence because he was impeached for fear of losing his "**Biological Integrity**" status.

  "This is the alienation of humanity by high technology," Ada commented. "He tried to use silence to counter the system's logic, but the rejection reaction between biological enzymes and industrial nano-powder is irreversible."

  During a hangar inspection several months later, a mundane evasive maneuver became the straw that broke the camel's back. Ma Feili saw Morin in the projection struggling desperately in zero gravity. The unhealed tissue burst open like a ruptured hydraulic pipe. Bright red blood instantly stained his expensive spacesuit, forming eerie blossoms of blood in the air.

  Subsequently, the Executive Officer "**Xin**" appeared. A mocking light flickered in the cyborg's electronic eyes as he personally pulled the pressure relief valve.

  "'I have unexpectedly become the funeral director of this land of Danfu.' This was the final record left by Xin." Ada closed this section of the archive and immediately tuned into another frequency. "And at the '**Zishui**' Research Station not far away, a similar logical absurdity was playing out."

  The scene shifted to a holographic court trial. Navigator **Wang Sheng** was defending himself before the AI Judge **Xin Gong**. His voice sounded extremely absurd in the empty echo of the courtroom.

  "He requested to dissolve the contract marriage on the grounds of '**Physical Deflection**'." Ada's logic circuits seemed to capture a trace of dark humor. "In that era, humans simplified reproduction into the docking of biological interfaces. Wang Sheng claimed the female reproductive interface had a one-degree physical deflection, causing gene exchange to fail alignment. This sounds like a navigation error, but it is actually a thorough alienation of the soul."

  Xin Gong's dry laugh, simulating a human, echoed over the scorched fault, mixing with the sound of the wind.

  "'Deflection' is the root of structural instability; even the foundational orbit of family cannot be aligned." Ada put away the holographic projection and turned to look at Ma Feili, a calmness bordering on divinity in her eyes. "These two records are collectively known as *Deep Space Strange Tales*. Ma Feili, in a universe where entropy is irreversible, humans attempt to fix everything with technology, yet they are unable to fix their own nature, which has long since deviated from the track."

  On the horizon, the thermonuclear fireball slowly set, stretching Ada's shadow very long. She maintained her perfect health status, continuing to search for logical slices of civilized collapse on this scorched earth as a recorder.

  ---

  Under the dark red sky, high-intensity ionizing radiation licked the surface repeatedly like an invisible steel brush. Ma Feili adjusted the internal circulation pressure of his protective suit. Outside his visor, several mechanical rodents squatted on the wreckage of an abandoned reactor. Their metalized fur flashed with a strange cold light in the radioactive dust as they shared a segment of lead-containing superconducting cable.

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  Ada stood by his side, her ghostly blue logic indicator flashing rhythmically. Because her system logic operation was extremely stable, her prosthetic shell presented a near-perfect mirror reflection in the extreme environment, reflecting the surrounding desolate ruins like a painting of the apocalypse.

  "**Historical Archive #341: The 'Sun Bizhen' Event**. Digital restoration progress 100%." Ada's voice was cold and textured. She raised her right hand, and the holographic beam shot from her fingertips reconstructed a deep space scene from four thousand years ago on the charred ground.

  "Start loading," Ma Feili said in a low voice.

  ***

  **[Archive File 341: The Binary Oracle]**

  Star Calendar 4022, edge of the **Cygnus X-1** Binary System.

  The transport ship *Siren* was on the verge of falling apart. Due to long-term lack of maintenance, the hull of this K-Class freighter emitted a chilling sound of metal peeling in the high-energy charge storm of the "**Wailing Nebula**." Inside the cabin, three hundred colonists on the verge of dehydration dormancy crowded onto the small public deck. The air was filled with the bitter taste of cheap synthetic nutrient solution and liquid nitrogen mist.

  **Sun Bizhen** curled up in the shadow of the navigation station, watching the crimson values dancing frantically on the dashboard. He was the only natural human on this ship still trying to maintain logical operations.

  "Warning: Subspace stability dropped to 12%. Gravitational tide has breached critical value." The main control AI's electronic voice was torn to shreds by strong static electricity.

  Fear grew exponentially within the absolute confined space. Just as the entropy value tended toward infinity, physical laws seemed to undergo a subtle collapse.

  In the twisted, blood-purple subspace rift, a massive Golden Entity constructed of pure geometric logic slowly emerged. It was so vast it exceeded the human visual scale, surrounded by high-dimensional brilliance like a solar corona. It was not a miracle, but a "**Void Observer**" superior to three-dimensional civilization.

  A golden arm of light swept through the void—a projection of high-dimensional logic waves in low-dimensional space. Immediately after, a massive energy placard composed of binary translation codes solidified in the nebula, displaying three soul-trembling characters:

  **"SUN BI ZHEN"**

  The dead silence on the deck lasted only three seconds, followed by an explosion of beast-like frenzy.

  "That is a judgment! He has been locked onto by a high-dimensional civilization!" A mercenary implanted with shoddy combat prosthetics screamed, his sensors spraying sparks under severe overload.

  "He is a jinx! He touched a taboo, summoning this storm!"

  Under extreme survival pressure, the crowd rapidly degenerated into a primitive tribe. They no longer cared about gravitational parameters or jump coordinates; logic was replaced by blind instinct for self-preservation. At the extreme end of "High Tech, Low Life," the way humans solved problems was often more barbaric than in the Stone Age.

  Sun Bizhen was hoisted up by several pairs of cold mechanical arms. He tried to explain that this might be some kind of directional hazard avoidance signal, but under the gaze of hundreds of bloodshot eyes, any defense appeared pale and powerless.

  "For the survival of the majority, you must be purged." The First Mate declared coldly, manually cutting the docking lock.

  Sun Bizhen was stuffed into a "**Firefly-Class**" unmanned work pod—a unit for single-person operation with almost no armor protection. Accompanied by the roar of the air pressure pump, he was ejected into the gloomy deep space like a speck of insignificant dust.

  In the narrow viewport of the work pod, the massive, bloated body of the *Siren* was receding rapidly. Sun Bizhen closed his eyes, waiting for the end in cold and vacuum.

  However, at the fourteenth second.

  There was no expected explosion. In Sun Bizhen's radar sensors, that massive Golden Entity suddenly underwent a perfect gravitational collapse. The subspace turbulence that originally wrapped around the *Siren* was instantly compressed into an absolutely balanced singularity.

  In the quiet vacuum, the *Siren*, carrying three hundred survivors, was like a thin sheet of paper crumpled by an invisible giant hand—instantly torn, compressed, and erased by the gravitational tide. No firelight, no wreckage, only absolute nothingness.

  Because the "Firefly" work pod had extremely small mass and was in a state of complete shutdown drift, it miraculously sat in the edge blind spot of the gravitational collapse, escaping the harvest of the law of causality.

  The golden phantom dissipated, and the nebula returned to silence.

  Sun Bizhen floated alone in the cold sea of stars. He finally realized that the "**Oracle**" was not a sentence of death, but a rare, directional "**Evasion Protocol**" given by the universe under the law of irreversible entropy.

  It was a pity that the civilization, which prided itself on being clever, had thrown away its only ticket to survival with its own hands.

  ***

  The holographic projection gradually extinguished, and the radiation wind of the thermonuclear scorched earth howled past once again.

  "Logic closed loop complete." Ada turned her head to look at Ma Feili, data streams flowing in her pupils. "According to the entropy theorem, collective self-rescue behavior under certain high-dimensional interventions often accelerates the arrival of destruction. Sun Bizhen's survival is a logical 'Outlier'."

  Ma Feili brushed the radioactive dust off his protective suit and looked at the mechanical creatures surviving in the ruins in the distance. "On the scorched earth, survival doesn't require an oracle, only luck and a little bit of... decisiveness in being abandoned."

  "Let's go, Ada. Next archive."

  "Acknowledged, Ma Feili. System status: 100% healthy, logic chain remains stable."

  The two crossed the charred fault, their figures disappearing into the sky filled with red radioactive dust.