Forty-three days after the statement about the “seven seconds,” the service oscilloscope was still displaying them every six minutes.
Lin Qiao had come to find that useful.
The routine had not changed. A reference pulse entered the test chain, the cursor swept the screen for seven seconds, then the device calculated three deviations and returned to noise. That function could not produce an anomalous window: the test signal never entered the scientific chain. Yulan had had the separation documented twice, and an outside engineer a third time. The self-test remained because it predated their story, and you did not correct a technical past to make it less suggestive.
Yet at 10:14 p.m., no one in the control room watched the green line all the way through.
On the main wall, six rectangles carried the names of the distributed program’s sites. None showed a curve. They had learned to distrust attractive shapes early enough to build a system that concealed them. Each site sent only a health status, the hash of its local package, and a count of crossings of criteria defined before the campaign began. Raw files remained physically on site.
Shanghai: zero.
Nanjing: zero.
Hefei: zero.
Pudong: zero.
Two other sites, identified in the interface by their consortium codes, also displayed zero.
The program had been running for eleven days.
It had found nothing yet that survived its own procedure.
Qiao should have been pleased.
“If you keep staring at that zero,” Peng Shuo said, “it’s going to start feeling evaluated.”
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