The Economics of Prophecy

A few times the height of the castle, when I looked up, I entered the "building” where my neck was about to break. Alas, and inevitably at this height, me and my senior are carried up by a square gondola.

Unlike the ground floor where many people were going noisy, there was a quiet atmosphere on the top floor. That's the elegant space to be the lord of this city as well.

Seniors say there will be a lot of exhibits in places like the Convention Center in Central Garden.

"For the most part, exhibits change seasonally. I wonder if it was a foreign oil painting until last month. Well, in my memory."

"So what now?

"It's a pleasure to see."

Seniors bought tickets at the entrance. Admission is as good as lunch earlier. "It's an academic event, so I guess there's an auxiliary or something from the state," he tilted his neck at the seniors words.

Continue down the aisle with the light down and the red carpet drawn. I accidentally touched the wall. It's slippery enough that I think you made it out of alchemy.

The glossy paper on the wall depicts a strange pattern. Is it a painting? Clear, vibrant shades. But it's not people, it's not scenery.

Shaped like two layers of ○. Similar to the number "8," but twisted relative to the central axis. I stopped unexpectedly. If this shape is 3D…….

I entered the room from the aisle. After all, there are few people. It seems a lot busier when exhibiting foreign paintings, sculptures, etc. This means that this will be an unpopular event. Surely I don't think a painting like that just now would attract the interest of a normal person. I don't know this one's normal though.

The first exhibition room, there were many transparent cases inside. Amazingly neat and transparent case. There is a glittering liquid flowing through it. It's a strange sight.

"Similar to the tank that seniors want to make..."

So I just peered inside and I solidified. It's not the fish that's inside, it's not the water that's flowing. The pattern that hung on the sticker earlier is decorated in 3D.

"Ko, this is..."

Words went up unexpectedly. I had occupied my head until just now. I even blew the question if this was a dream.

The beauty of such a beautiful fantasy. Something that is only in my head and sometimes illusory as if this one were more true to me. That exists in a visible way. That's the sight of my dreams.

I reached out unexpectedly. But when my hand tries to touch it, that fantasy breaks down. Upon reaching out, the fantasy quickly regenerated. It has no shape......

"This is called a hologram. Yeah, sure, in the explanation..."

Senior who was the face of doing it. Look at the panel that doesn't know the material next to it. It's so bad that I can't read it.

"Eh, what's creating this 3D is it looks like it's in a plane that's hitched below... It was this 3D that was reflected by shining light on the pattern."

I looked at the floor. There is our shadow. Our shadow, which is 3D, is the plane. The opposite phenomenon.

In the next exhibition, he was able to manipulate the angle that created the shadow himself. As you change the angle at which light shines on the pattern of the plane, the pattern changes. That is the same as the shape of the shadow changes according to the direction of light.

"It's like a three-dimensional shadow..."

"That's Meer. Maybe that's the idea."

I nodded as my senior was impressed by the words I accidentally leaked.

The concept of projection through dimensions, comprehension is completed in an instant in your head. Wow. Wow. Wow. But that's crazy. In the case of shadows, our 3D information is lost in one dimension….

Or what do you use this technology for?

With doubt, proceed to the next exhibition. That was a person painting. However, the top left and right are multiplied by the number "1000". Similar to the payment securities the seniors just put out of their wallets. And the same strange glowing pattern as earlier in the lower left corner.

"When I say routine, it's a little different. This is how they use it to counterfeit banknotes."

"... I know printing large pieces of information in the plane makes counterfeiting difficult..."

I thought it was an exaggeration of whatever it was, but I saw the same thing on the wall as the glossy paper earlier and reconsidered. If you have this level of printing technology, you need it. I can open it...

I asked my senior. Senior reads the description so that he can be pushed by me. The wrinkles between the eyebrows deepen.

The next exhibit was more strange. An arc-drawing surface and a ball reflected from it.

"Globe, it's a map of the world over here. Eh, what's the point of this exhibit..."

Seniors look at the commentary as they crease between their eyebrows.

"... it's a blurry image because it's too hard for me to understand. This universe, uh, the world. There is a theory that the largest information density in the world itself is a plane. What the world really looks like..."

"Yes!"

"I mean, suppose this sphere is the three-dimensional space we recognize as the world. But all the information in this three-dimensional space exists in the phase behind it, or two dimensions. The third dimension, which we recognize as the world, has the idea of making it look like this hologram."

When the senior reached out, part of the ball blurred. Some of the real information behind the situation was blocked, which damaged the 3D.

"I understand."

I mean, formula is the fact, and this world is just what projected it. That's the very idea that I can't deny, thinking I'm crazy.

My senior feels a little "I know" when I get excited.

"... well, light from another direction on this plane, for example, from the back side, assuming you hit it. The same information creates a completely different world."

"Oh, that's..."

I found out what my senior was trying to say. I mean, seniors went beyond the world...

"It makes my head tease"

I shook my heated head at the information I had taken in too much. At some point, I was blown away to see if this was a dream.

"I'm too focused. Well, because this is like the last exhibition room. Say, Meer."

My eyes were attracted to one exhibition. It was a very small case. It was like a ring, then a pattern of complex multiple circles intertwined in 3D.

"Oh, that's what shaped the formula. Eh, this formula..."

"What's this formula?

I spit on Gokuri before I saw the explanation.

"Vibration by Quantum Information Models by Variant Torus...... I'm sorry. It's totally beyond my ability. Looks like it's connected to the hologram and the description of the world."

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I look at seniors with resentment.

"... eh. As far as I can tell, only the elements are explained..."

Seniors take paper for notes out of their chest pockets. It's an essential tool for seniors.

"... this is what it would look like to fix a few tricks whenever possible"

I stared at it. And compare it to the fantasy in front of you, yeah, the form of truth. This is the circumference rate Pie, right? Replace this paragraph with this paragraph. Ah, infinite and infinite strikeouts...... Then if you convert this one and this one......

"... and this way it will be a little easier to understand"

I returned a note to my senior. Seniors only remember the formula, and I have taught them what it means. I didn't expect to do it even in my dreams......

"I managed to understand just fine. I see. I think it feels like creating a pattern that circulates in a pattern that circulates..."

Seniors look at what I wrote, even though they have the look of a headache. Hard work, the way you try to understand my thoughts. I remember the first time I met my senior.

For a moment, I forget about the formula and look at the seniors. To me there is only one understander in the world. Of course, now I have Noel and Mathier, but still someone special.

The two of us are now in line and surrounded by an ideal number of worlds. That's like a dream......