数据科学家苏晚 always had a peculiar predilection for crossing dimensions and engaging in passionate encounters. Her latest project, “Cross-Terminal Love,” aimed to explore the dynamic of interstellar romance. As she delved into the code, she discovered that every universe held its own version of passion.
The moment O cell phone rang, her heart beat stopped. “Charming Mr. O,” she mumbled sarcastically as she glanced at the screen. “Is it really you?” She pushed open the door to find him standing in front of the elevator, looking rather disheveled. His hair was wild, his clothes untucked, and his eyes… intriguing.
“Dad!” O’s voice broke through the static. “I’m calling you! I can’t come back to my own timeline because…” His words died on the tip of his tongue before he could elaborate further.
“This is ridiculous,” she muttered under her breath as she grabbed her bag from the shelf and followed him out of the elevator. “How do you even exist?”
He stopped walking when they reached the entrance, turning to face her with a quizzical expression. “What’s so funny?” his voice carried a hint of mockery.
“It’s… a sci-fi concept,” she replied dryly, adjusting her glasses. “The idea that a man could appear in one universe and disappear in another.”
O scoffed. “Oh, come on!” he poked her in the arm playfully. “I’m just really busy. Big projects are piling up. Besides…” He paused, looking away as if considering something. “If I don’t do this… who will?”
She watched him leave, feeling a mix of amusement and unease. This was too much. Too… complicated.
Later that night, she couldn’t sleep. The images of O in various universes flashed before her eyes. She knew she had to find him. But how?
The next morning, as the sun rose over the city, she set off for O’s apartment with a determination she hadn’t felt in weeks. This was no longer just a sci-fi fantasy; it was something she had to make sense of.
When she finally found him at his desk, she was greeted by a stack of papers that looked like a love letter from an alien civilization. “Finally,” he sighed, though his tone carried more than a hint of weariness.
“Your timeline is in disarray,” she said flatly, holding up the papers. “I need to make sense of this.”
O’s expression darkened. “You’re saying… you’ve been through multiple realities?”
“Yes.” She pushed the papers aside and picked up another item from his desk. “And each time, I’ve had to leave.”
He looked at her with a scowl. “Why do you never stay?”
“No,” she corrected him firmly. “I do stay in some. It’s just that sometimes… things don’t work out.”
“Things?” He hovered over the papers, his gaze unreadable.
“You know what I mean,” she said simply. “Sometimes you have to leave because…” She paused, then added, “sometimes the universe doesn’t want you there.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You’re serious?”
“Yes.” She reached out and touched his hand, which was still half-lidded from sleep. “We both know how much we’ve missed each other,” she said softly.
His expression softened slightly. “I do miss you.”
“Good,” she smiled faintly. “But this isn’t home anymore.”
O hesitated before responding. After a moment of silence, he broke the tension with, “Neither is it.”
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This was just the beginning. The interstellar romance between a data scientist and a mysterious man from another dimension had only begun to unfold. As the universe expanded, so did their love story.
