Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 296 Waveform Signal
After marveling at the wonders of deep creatures, Craft turned his attention back to black salt as a measurement standard.

Under a high-magnification lens, the nearest small grains of black salt seem, maybe, probably, maybe, to start to melt, which makes its corners slightly rounded.

The visual difference is far less obvious than the intuitive change. It's like you first feel it has changed, and then carefully observe and discover the subtle changes in the outline. It is so small that it is difficult to distinguish it from the error caused by staring for a long time.

If you scale it up, it would take a deep being as big as a creeping creature to complete a complete set of biological Transformers transformations in the room, which would cause the small bottle of black salt placed next door to melt. Musicians with the most sensitive ears cannot tell the difference by shaking a bottle.

Kraft retreated to his chair in the corner of the room, waited five hours for the hourglass to flip, and took another look.

Perhaps the melting was terminated because there was no further transformation of the sample, or perhaps it never started.

If you want to rely on the changes in black salt to show the weaker deep-seated effects, you may have to use a high-power microscope to have any hope. As for finding someone to stare at the black salt under the microscope all day long, there is no safety at all.

The water temperature in the sink is gradually dropping, from being able to soak bread to a temperature suitable for brushing teeth.

The specimen was as keenly aware of the changes in the environment as ever. It used a relatively sharp bone to cut open the egg-like cuticle on the surface, squeezed out from the inside like a shell, and reversely wrapped the cuticle inside.

The gray cutin was torn into pieces and crushed into small pieces suspended in the translucent body, which were swallowed and dissolved by some new vesicle-like structures.

It appears to have been digested rather than directly transformed into other tissues.

This makes sense, Kraft thought. The stratum corneum on the body surface is made of dead cells. Even deep-seated organisms cannot perform the miracle of resurrecting the dead. They can only decompose and recycle proteins. It seems a bit scientific, but it is not very scientific at its core.

He once again observed the "suspected melting" of black salt under the lens, proving that what he saw before was not an illusion.

At the same time, something touched him on another level, like insects passing by on the surface of the body and stirring the tiny hairs. It was feedback from the mental senses, and it was the same feeling that was considered a warning before every encounter, but it was extremely slight.

"Interesting." This is the first time to truly observe deep biological activities up close.

Compared with the past, the difference between encountering a brown bear in the wild and watching a Siberian giant hamster baby through explosion-proof glass in the zoo is almost the same. The experience of the former is like a violent storm, while the latter is like small ripples in a glass of water.

Although it is very weak, you can still detect the spiritual touch that occurs when the sample changes.

This "touch" can be felt carefully when it is less intense and threatening. As if you were dipping your finger into water, the water strider hits the liquid surface causing ripples to pass through the skin.

"Interesting." This kind of touching does not seem to be completely irregular, but is related to the activity of the sample.

Kraft hesitated for a while, but driven by curiosity, he connected his spiritual senses and caught the "touching" tail.

It comes from the core of the sample, the small stone piece named "Moon Skeleton". It unleashes something once thought to be a premonition of danger—the feeling that the mental senses are triggered in every encounter.

Facts have proved that it is not a premonition that transcends time, but a real "field" and "fluctuation" generated by deep creatures.

The spiritual senses can access it, which may mean that it is something similar in nature to the spiritual senses. The feedback feels like a rippling airflow that passes through the palm of the hand when caressed by thought.

If you want to find an analogy, Kraft thinks that it is more like a "bacteria", but more erratic, an "unformed bacterium". At least he can really use his mental senses to tear the bacterium into hyphae, but he can't. Really grab this thing.

A primitive, primary, unformed spiritual body, like a self-replicating macromolecular organic substance that is almost a real life, with the level stuck in the middle. The fluctuations originating from the core are transmitted in it, forming a three-dimensional and possibly higher "wave".

With the completion of the complex transformation, the "wave" also subsided. In a state without fluctuations, it is almost impossible to feel the original spiritual body. It may only be when they aggregate into a huge individual - like the one in the royal tomb, that a suffocating sense of oppression will form.

"Let's do it again." Kraft emptied the sink and threw the pot to Coop. "Boil the pot of water. I want to see it again."

Frankly speaking, when it comes to alien souls, it is difficult to say whether the operation can pass the ethics of experimental animals. But there wasn't even a human ethics committee here, and he didn't know whether this thing should pass animal ethics or the ethics of using human tissue samples.

So the subject was lowered into the steaming water tank again.

The professor's interest has shifted from developing observation devices without a clue to biological research.

This time he observed the fluctuations throughout the whole process, which were so complex that they were dizzying, accompanied by various delicate and complicated organizational changes.

Complex, but not confusing. Kraft could feel some pattern or even a one-to-one correspondence, just like a pond on a rainy day. The ripples created by each raindrop are superimposed to form intertwined complex fluctuations.

"Can you feel it?" The professor fished out the bottle and handed it to Coop, "That kind of fluctuation."

The assistant tried hard to hold the bottle with his trembling hands for a few seconds, then shook his head firmly and handed it back: "I just feel a little itchy."

He felt that he might have made a mistake by agreeing to be an assistant. He came here to pour water on the bottled fear in order to get an extra salary each month, and he had to endure an employer who was in a different situation than usual.

"It's such a shame," Craft said, noting that there is always something missing about a discovery that can't be shared with others.

Taking a deep breath, the secret satisfaction filled a certain corner like fresh air pouring into the lungs, and flowed away like exhalation - he had absorbed the freshness and developed new curiosity.

Perhaps the sample relies on this fluctuating signal to input instructions to manipulate tissue transformation.

There are too many transformations that can be carried out simultaneously, and the complex fluctuations are intertwined and entangled, turning into a ball of wool without a thread, which is impossible to analyze.

It is similar to the problems encountered when biology enters the genetic level. The genetic code is right in front of us, but it would be life-threatening to figure out what each section of it is used for and what kind of bugs will cause what diseases.

It would be great if the high-intensity expression of one of the functions could be induced in a targeted manner.

"I want to do it again." Kraft rubbed his stiff palms, eager to make progress.

But the flowing hourglass reminded him that the time he spent in his mental senses was increasing by the second. Too much repetition was a huge waste, and experiments needed to be planned better.

I have already tried the physical stimulation of temperature. I should try it from another angle. Maybe I can gain something new.

Looking at the samples that were still contracting rhythmically, an idea that I had thought about for a long time came up: Since it is a human homologous tissue, can drugs that work on humans work on this thing?
"Coop, help me get some of the digitalis and belladonna, or purple bellflower and devil's cherry, from the box."

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