At the end of the road, drastic changes have obviously taken place, but it seems like nothing has changed.
Most of the buildings have been moved to the current surface, some still maintain their original appearance, and most of them tell you at a glance that something terrible has happened on them.
The cut-away surface reveals a lot of things - a damaged room, a cabinet with no frizzy surface that fell to a perfect forty-five degrees, a brick-like metal stack of paper, a desk with a missing corner, and a quarter bracket. The upper body of the construct... is incomplete and orderly, like obedient internal organs, arranged beside the well-behaved wounds.
All kinds of explanations indicate that the "reversal of the end" does exist.
But all matters are still proceeding in an orderly manner.
"Is it difficult?" He looked at the technician who had his eyes on the table and made a ticking sound.
He just handed over the structural drawings, which he designed inspired by the structure of the Mirror of the Past.
Ten minutes ago, he returned to the terminal office. The office's perfectly rectangular appearance has been transformed into a stepped shape. Icha had no idea what their fix was—but it was undoubtedly working.
Business is still going on. He entered the door, walked through the hallway, and still saw customers and boot girls coming and going on his way to the large inner room accessible only to staff.
"If it's going to happen, it's going to take a while."
The technician looked up. He looked like two squares stacked on top of each other. There is a hole on each side, two on the front.
"How long?" asked.
"43200 minutes."
"Is it definitely possible?"
"Not necessarily." The technician wiped his chin. "If it cannot be completed, I will notify you after 10080 minutes."
That means you can get results in one week. Icha nodded to the square above the technician. The technician handed over the drawing with a suction cup hand that had just the right viscosity. Yi Cha waved his hand, "You can keep it."
"Okay." The technician glued the paper up and put it into the opening of the stomach. "Are you going to pick it up or will we deliver it to you?"
"How to send it?"
"It will be delivered to you."
"How do you know where I will be?"
"Ah. You are our boss." The square-headed structure tilted its head. "We have a contractual relationship. So we know where you are at all times."
This is quite convenient. This contract appears to contain directional content. Or reveal rules similar to drawing dynamic maps.
"Same for customers?" Yi Cha asked casually.
"Absolutely. Generally there is no such requirement. Because it is very expensive." The structure emphasized the word "very expensive". “If customers have special needs, they can be accommodated.”
He took out something like a seal and stamped it on Yi Cha's wrist. He could see a silver symbol seeping into his skin on his wrist. He rubbed it, but he didn't feel any energy seeping out of it. It was too late to track it with regular vision.
"Gene Era"
"This also has a tracking effect? The target is the soul?" he asked, pointing to the piece of skin.
There are very few energy spells that can achieve this effect. But the law creatures at the end of the world undoubtedly do not use this method.
"Ah. No. We don't have that kind of thing. Most of them don't." As expected, the technician from Fangtou Fangnao said, "This is the structural point. Capture the current structure and quickly record it. Determine it by comparing the structure."
"The structure will change. How to determine it? Why not use numbers? It is simpler."
"Yes." The technician was speechless. "Yes." He couldn't answer the question and turned to look at the other end of the room. Then a tall structure stood up and walked over. The blocks on his body were much denser than the technician in front of him. There is a rough diamond-shaped tie around the neck.
The two structures looked at each other, and the communication seemed to be completed in an instant.
"Hello, boss. It's my honor to explain it to you."
The technician leaned back as the tall structure manager took over the conversation with a strange epithet. "What we capture is your phase structure."
"Phase structure?"
"The overall relative structure, you can call it 'organization' if you want."
The structure sat down, its arms composed of twenty blocks flat on the table. "That is, your unique 'organizational position.'"
"Organizational location."
Icha tried to figure out the meaning of this word. "'Location', do you mean coordinates or identification number?"
"A unique coordinate."
"Coordinates are changing. So are structures and organizations." Yi Cha said.
Originally, he had planned to leave immediately, but this incident greatly aroused his interest.
It is rare for law creatures to be willing to explain the rules and principles to others - after all, they are already the rules themselves. In their view, many things are taken for granted, and it is difficult to escape if they really want to explain them.
The "location" the firm manager refers to is of course not a physical location. So what is the location?
Regardless of whether we use "structure" or "organization" to refer to the method of composition, the things it consists of can easily change. What I captured today with "Structural Tie Points" is a four-legged stool. The next day, this stool can easily become a three-legged one.
If the structures are the same, wouldn't the coordinates coincide? How to identify the identity?
According to the common thinking, it is easiest to start from a set of standards to make numbers or names. No matter how the things in front of you change, always call this thing one and that thing two. However, there are still cases where the structure completely changes to another one, causing confusion in the name.
In any case, this anchoring method is too counter-intuitive for a demon and goes against common sense.
Yi Cha tried to think beyond the boundaries of his thinking. The tall structure manager stretched out his face as sharp as a window and interrupted him: "Please follow me."
The structure manager is holding something that looks like an alarm clock in his hand. Icha followed him out of the large room filled with technicians and ticking sounds. They went straight (strangely, some places seemed to be turning) and passed through several flashing white passages, entering a small house with unclear walls.
The center of the hut was empty, surrounded by large and small snow-white objects against the walls. Yi Cha took a quick look and found that those were some weird mechanical structures. Although it is a mechanical structure, it does not have any practical functions. There is even a row of ordinary three-dimensional shapes, as if a set of building blocks are missing too many.
As soon as he entered, the empty room was immediately filled with blue gas.
"First of all, let me explain: What I will introduce to you next will violate the regulations of the terminal office."
They were completely immersed in a heavy light blue gas. Yi Cha could still stand still, but the structure manager was a little levitated. The manager swung his limbs, swimming forward like an unskilled fish, turned his head, straightened his diamond-shaped tie, and said to him.
"Tell me if you break the rules? You should be the most obedient."
"Because you are the boss, you can change the rules." The manager gave an angular smile. "I think you will definitely change the regulations to what you want."
"You're right."
"Okay, boss." The structure manager nodded. "Then now it's up to me to explain how the world looks to us guys."
