The story of XinCheng wasn't over. It was just beginning, and Leo was now the keeper of the bridge.
A young woman in a lab coat appeared in the frame, her face pale and illuminated by the blue glow of a massive, cylindrical core in the background. Download File XinChengJBBJ2022.mp4
The video player opened to a grainy, handheld camera feed. The timestamp in the corner read September 14, 2022 . It was filmed inside what looked like a high-tech server room, but cables were strewn everywhere like mechanical vines. Sparks intermittently showered from overhead trays. The story of XinCheng wasn't over
Aris didn't scream. She looked directly into the camera lens, a sad, knowing smile on her lips. "Don't let them delete us." The feed cut to static. The video player opened to a grainy, handheld camera feed
"It's not just a computer," Aris said, turning the camera back to herself as heavy thuds began to echo against the lab's reinforced doors. "It's a bridge. We created a stable bridge across temporal coordinates. They want to bury it because they can't control where it leads. I am uploading the core's source code and coordinates into the metadata of this video file. You have to find—"