"Great! Now we can head into some Thaumitonic Physics. As Lady Celeste has explained, during the electroweak phase transition, a fraction of the Higs field coupled anomalously to a pseudo-scalar field, creating T⁰-Bosons as relic particles with a mass of ~1 μeV and charge carrying a fifth gauge group, SU(2)ₜ. This all occurred at about 10⁻³⁶ seconds post BB."
The class continued.
"Now, during the Electroweak-Thaumiton Unification at 10⁻¹² seconds after the BB. A brief SU(2)ₜ × U(1)ₓ unification allowed T⁰-Bosons to mediate between weak-force bosons (W/Z) and Thaumiton fields. This left behind Thaumic Weak Currents and Neutrino-Thaumiton Mixing."
This time, as to mock Isaac, there were no signature pauses.
They rambled on and on.
Only the important bits entered Isaac's mind as he wallowed in himself.
"Wₘ bosons to induce β decay… Thaumitons as an undiscovered 5th Fundamental Force… 'Noësis valence quarks'... Human nuclei are Thaumiton-sensitive due to relic qₜ quarks… Tau-9 receptor mutations traps T⁰-Bosons… separates us from Monurgists… Module Resonance-Archetype determined by atomic harmonic resonance… Decoherence + Tau Count being your bucket… mastery = stabilized frequency → spontaneous quantum branching…"
Additional scientific and mathematical details were elaborated on.
Idiotically, Isaac paid no mind.
"All that being said… There you have it. Noësis… If that wasn't all. See, T⁰-Bosons were thought to have formed fundamentally in our 4D universe, but after countless experiments over the years. It has been discovered that, in fact, no. They DO behave under the outdated Bosonic String Theories principles and therefore act as one of our biggest mysteries and possible hints into a theory that surpasses the 11 main spatial dimensions of current M-Theory."
The whole class looks in shock.
Who wouldn't…
A fucking particle that exists and is manipulated by all of them… A particle that could be the key to accessing higher dimensions, and yet a paradox because it exists modernly in outdated rules…
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A particle that could have helped me help her…
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Anzhelika raises her hand.
"Archivist. That shouldn't be possible. Bosonic String Theory is outdated, and M-Theory was all that we as students were taught. Do you expect us to believe that there are higher dimensions than the predicted 11?"
A random also pointed out a good argument.
"If it is the syllabus, how would we prove this in an exam? Especially if they ask us to prove that, although T⁰-Bosons behave like they are in a 26th-dimensional space. Do they fit more perfectly in the modern M-Theory model or the old Bosonic String Theory?"
The Archivist's response?
"Another great question. The truthful answer, no matter how much I hate it as well. We don't know. It's horrifying. We as a human race have come so far from our inception as claymen to the allegiance of our planet, yet we cannot figure out this paradox."
Archivist Orlan bows his head.
"I apologize, Lady Celeste, but the entirety of humanity… We do not know the answer yet. We can only speculate till the boundaries of our experiments expand. Perhaps you will be the generation to complete our works."
"Please raise your head, Professor. It is not your fault."
"Thank you. As for the examination, just remember these 2 factors. CMB Anomalies where Plonck data shows vortex patterns in polarization maps, wherein instantaneous decoherence doesn't happen, B-mode signatures of primordial T⁰-BEC. And neutron star glitches, where sudden spin-ups, increases in heat and energy released may be Thaumiton-induced quark rearrangements that obey electromagnetism, unlike in a 26th-dimensional space."
Plonck?
They reduced my science's founding father's name to Plonck?
Anzhelika nods her head hesitantly and jots it down before turning to her desk mates and deliberating, so the class follows, discussing in perplexity.
It was a given.
Such a version of humanity was born to rule the stars.
Screw them… Genuinely screw them…
Isaac wiped the tears that ran from his eyes, which conveyed his heart after barely recovering from his childish, narcissistic meltdown. It wasn't helped by the generic words of comfort from Xuě Xīlián. It was the second time the person next to him helped wipe the tears off his own face.
However, Zehrah Idris saw his first tears as a sign of happiness, supported by his lie.
Xuě Xīlián was different. Even if Isaac were to lie after recovering.
She slowly began noticing it.
There was something else in this micro-instant. Inside his body, that was prevailing at an exponential rate, more so than the curiosity of the world, revenge on those who wronged him, and the puerile fantasy that defined his understanding of 'Magic'.
Blood rushed to his face. His breaths came rapid and shallow, his pupils looked ready to burst from their sockets once more, and his jaw clenched with such force that his entire head trembled.
Execration... Anathema... and Abhorrence.
The purest form of HATE that Isaac could muster in his heart expressed itself.
One that will twist the world more so than the Ritualist Entity that governs Space.
The purest form of hate in this story.
EAA to EAA.
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3 pm.
"We are done for the day, class. I hope you enjoyed our first History lecture; there are many more to come. On Thursday, we do the history of the First Wave Binder and the 4 Primordial Concordees, okay?"
The class agrees before Archvisit Orlan leaves the stage, waving the back of his hand. Every student happily bid him farewell, before lingering in chatter, diligently dissecting what was learnt.
With the sole exception of Isaac.
Tsk…
Bloody hell!
It feels so repugnant to be this vulnerable… I fucking hate it… It's repulsive…
I have no volition left in this world… I have to accept it for now…
His gaze flicks to Xuě Xīlián. She looks into his eyes with a sympathetic smile plastered across her face, as if she herself had been through this exact situation Isaac faced. It was given, based on the fact that she had already seemed lonely before Isaac entered her interpersonal distance.
As it may be, she was a Monurgist surrounded by Wave Binders with no others in sight. Feasibly, she experienced the same loneliness of being a different entity like Isaac. It may not be on his cosmological scale, but she and her race were not native to EAA.
Maybe that was enough for her to partially understand and commiserate with him.
Her rough, wounded hands wiped a tear.
How fortunate I am to have been seated by two wonderful individuals to comfort me…
Be it luck of the draw… A blessing by fate and destiny… or a scheme from the beyond…
Xue'er and Zehrah Idris… Hah… At least I have a sort of frie一
The scheme from the beyond finally moves its hand.
Cultivation?
There are 3 other power systems, one of them being Cultivation similar to Wuxia/Xianxia stories.
Xue'er is a Cultivator… What Agereans call a 'Monurgist'...
Meaning Cultivation is likely Monurgy…
If Noësis is Thaumaturgy… And it obeys the laws of the universe here…
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Then what of Cultivation?
What is Monurgy?