Echoes Across Time
Lin Xiaoxia's "memory resonance" experiments deepened, and the signals she captured from the past grew clearer. The fragmented whispers began to coalesce into coherent messages, while hazy images flickered in her mind like half-remembered dreams.
She saw Xu Yuan—bent over his workstation, his fingers dancing across keys, his voice murmuring equations she knew by heart. The warmth of his touch, the weight of his presence, all rushed back as if time itself had folded to reunite them.
But something was wrong.
Not all the echoes belonged to her memories.
Strange visions intruded—scenes she had never witnessed, voices she didn’t recognize. And in some fragments... another Xu Yuan.
This version wore her lover’s face, but his eyes were colder, his demeanor detached. A stranger wrapped in familiar skin.
Xiao Ya frowned as Lin Xiaoxia recounted the anomalies. Together, they analyzed the data and found discrepancies—aberrant frequencies, energy fluctuations that didn’t match natural resonance. Something—or someone—was interfering.
Chronos Corp.
The realization struck like ice. If they, too, were experimenting with temporal memory manipulation—reshaping recollections, even fabricating artificial ones—then those phantom signals were bleed-through from their tests. The implications were monstrous: a world where history could be rewritten, minds reprogrammed, reality itself rendered malleable.
Lin Xiaoxia’s hands shook. She needed answers.
She combed through Xu Yuan’s encrypted notes with renewed urgency. There, buried in ciphertext, she found it: "Temporal Anchor Stabilizer."
His theory was elegant. To shield memories from distortion, one needed a fixed point in time—an unshakable reference to tether truth against tampering.
A way to fight back.
She began drafting blueprints, her fingers flying as she translated his equations into hardware. The stabilizer would armor her memories—Xu Yuan’s true legacy—against Chronos Corp’s encroaching falsifications.
But it was only the first step.
Somewhere in the shadows, Chronos Corp was weaving lies into the fabric of time.
And she would burn their loom to ashes.
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