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Chapter 1055: Trinity Returns to One

Auroras over the Antarctic ice shelf begin to distort into the shape of a Klein bottle.

Zhao Wuji knelt on the ice, looking at the two intertwined black spots on his palms - one sealed the center of the earth Gaia, and the other imprisoned the Time Skeleton Bird-beaked Man.

Alarms from the global quantum radar danced on his retina:

[Dimensional collapse detected]

[Time remaining: 00:07:41]

The holographic image of the Silver Scale Commander emerged from the ice: "The Star Ring Command is in place, but the 'Guixu' system requires authorization from three guardians at the same time."

Zhao Wuji looked at his palm.

The two black spots began to resonate, projecting two shadows in front of him - on the left was the mechanical Zhao Wuji with liquid metal flowing all over his body, and on the right was the energy body Zhao Wuji composed entirely of starlight.

Trinity, yet independent of each other.

"We are you." The robot raised its fully digitized arm, "The part separated by the matrix."

"Time is running out." The astral body pointed to the sky, and the Klein bottles that were devouring each other outside the protective shield were merging into some larger existence.

“They want to force dimensionality reduction.”

Zhao Wuji pressed his temple, and seven versions of his memory emerged at the same time - he was a program in The Matrix, a time traveler from the Blue Water Planet, and a fragment of an even more ancient existence.

The pain of this cognitive tearing caused his biological tissue to begin to disintegrate, and his mechanical left arm automatically unfolded into a quantum computing module.

“Authorization confirmed.”

The mechanical body grabbed Zhao Wuji's right hand, which was being digitized, and said, "In the name of silicon-based civilization."

The astral body pressed his left shoulder at the same time: "In the name of quantum consciousness."

Twelve brilliant pillars of light rise from the Antarctic ice sheet, connecting to light networks in other mysterious places around the world.

Zhao Wuji felt that his consciousness was spreading - he existed simultaneously in every human brain connected to the shield, in every bit of a quantum computer, and even in every arc of the earth's magnetic field.

[Guixu Protocol Activated]

[Civilization Upgrading Program Started]

The Klein bottle in the sky made a shrill scream.

The moment it broke through the protective shield, Zhao Wuji saw the true appearance of the "Formatter" - it was a spiral composed of countless tombstones of civilizations, each of which was engraved with interstellar coordinates.

"So you are also fugitives."

Zhao Wuji understood everything.

He released the restrictions of his consciousness, allowing the existence in the two black spots to be temporarily free.

The energy body of Gaia unfolded into a golden network in the air, and the Time Skeleton Bird-Billed Man turned into silver sand and dust.

When the three energies converge in the Guixu system, the Earth begins to "fade" - not destruction, but fading out of the current dimension like an ink painting.

The scream of the Klein bottle turned into a roar of terror.

It madly hit the dematerializing Earth, but could only grab some gradually transparent material fragments. At the last moment before the complete dimensional upgrade, Zhao Wuji sent it a gravitational wave message:

“We refuse to be defined.”

New dimensions unfold like a dream.

Zhao Wuji stood on the endless white sand beach with the waves flowing.

The mechanical body and the astral body are reorganizing the data core of the earth civilization not far away - at this moment, humans not only retain their flesh and blood, but can also freely modify the parameters of reality like a program. "Is this what you want?" someone suddenly asked.

Zhao Wuji turned around and saw the architect sitting on a beach chair drinking coconut juice. Her mechanical parts had faded away, and she had completely returned to her human beauty.

"How do you"

“Every villain deserves a vacation ending.”

She smiled and pointed to the sea, where a buoy with the words "Matrix 8.0 Retirement Community" was floating.

“By the way, Morpheus is waiting for you at Bar 3.”

The starlight is distorted.

When Zhao Wuji opened his eyes again, he was standing on the brand new bridge of the Nebuchadnezzar. Outside the window was no longer a ruin, but a blue earth floating in the quantum ocean, with neural network-like light patterns flowing on its surface.

Morpheus handed over a glass of blue liquid: "The first sunrise of the new world is worth celebrating."

Zhao Wuji took the cup and found countless miniature star maps floating in the liquid: "Where are the others?"

"Reconstruct memories in dreams." Morpheus pointed to the porthole.

"look."

Thousands of lights are lit up on the earth.

Each light is an awakening consciousness, and their halos are intertwined, gradually weaving into a neural network covering the entire globe.

Some spots of light are particularly bright - they are the awakened ones who choose to become "anchor points". They voluntarily maintain some physical laws so that civilization will not be completely digitized.

“We are finally free?”

Zhao Wuji asked softly.

Morpheus smiled mysteriously: "Freedom means being able to choose the shape of the shackles. For example..." He suddenly pressed the control panel, and the bridge turned into a 20th century-style movie theater, "Revisit the old version?"

The screen lit up, and it was playing The Matrix Part 1. When Neo swallowed the red pill, Zhao Wuji found that his left hand had turned back into an ordinary human palm—the two black spots disappeared, leaving only a faint silver lifeline pattern.

“The Guixu system will continue to run forever.”

Morpheus' voice faded away.

“And you need to.”

“.Back to where we started.”

The seats in the theater suddenly turned into hibernation pods, and someone was banging on the doors.

"Zhao Wuji! You fell asleep in the script"

Zhao Wuji woke up with a start and found that the silver lines on his palms were slightly warm, like some kind of greeting from a higher dimension.

Outside the window, the sky was as blue as a mirror. There were no Klein bottles or protective shields, only an ordinary cloud slowly passing by. In the distance, a huge spaceship was unloading cargo, and I and the hibernation capsule were already on a speeding unloading truck. . . .