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Yue'er arrived five minutes early, choosing this quiet corner. Before her lay open a leather-bound notebook containing her preliminary mathematical of that "cosmic ripple" from last night— like a colony of ants migrating through darkness,. But she wasn't looking at it; her fingertips only unconsciously,, as if the paper were that might with. Her gaze fell on the swaying tree shadows outside; sunlight, turning each leaf. When wind came, they together,,. She tried to discern some in that sound, some the in last night's. She whether she hadn't slept properly for too long, mistaking her heartbeat's for. She lifted her cup; the coffee had cooled, from. Yet she, as if could become.
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"Dr. Yue." He nodded slightly, sitting opposite her. His voice was, carrying a,, as if each syllable underwent then back to her,. He didn't ask if he could sit, nor weather or coffee; not even his lingered on her face half a second longer, but like a,. Yue'er those symbols written on paper, a language needing no, no, only.
"Mr. Mozi." Yue'er closed the notebook, offering a that floated like on. "Thank you for the information; it's interesting." She deliberately used "interesting" rather than "astonishing" or "shocking," as if maintaining before the unknown. Her voice wasn't loud yet"", then.
No pleasantries, straight to the point. Mozi projected a set of from his personal terminal,. It was the anomalous financial data captured by his algorithm,,, each layer recording a. The image edges like, under the cafe's. Yue'er; she knew it was just, yet—.
"This is the core data of three anomalous fluctuations in the past 72 hours." His,, like,. "Their statistical characteristics, especially the under non-stationarity and of, fit the model of amplified via stochastic resonance described in Section 3.2 of your paper 97%." His language, every, every"". Yue'er leaned forward, that wasn't warm but, beautiful yet. She quickly; the surrounding cafe. Her world now held only those, like,,.
"The frequency domain characteristics... indeed." Her voice was so low it, yet carried a, as if someone had on her. "But your data source is financial markets? This is." She looked up, any in his pupils, but saw only reflecting her own.
"That's precisely why I came to you." Mozi leaned closer, like, its directly Yue'er's. "My model is based on the strictest, excluding all known. This anomaly is exogenous. It doesn't seem." He said "exogenous" without, yet; wind from behind made Yue'er's. She that she saw last night in the cosmic microwave background radiation, but someone—or something—simultaneously sent to both the universe and financial markets.
Yue'er, then opened her terminal, the anomalous signal she captured last night. Two data images from completely different realms—deep space and—floated side by side in the air like two,. The cafe's, replaced by that made, as if. Both fell silent, like. Despite in scale and magnitude, the core pattern hidden within the noise background—that, the revealed under—exhibited an,** (Homeomorphism)**. The feeling was like finding a piece at the world's end, then discovering back home that the missing matches perfectly,.