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MidReal Story
The Promise Under The Starry Sky
Scenario:《星空下的约定》
2025 年 3 月 28 日深夜，月光透过实验室的玻璃穹顶洒在汤姆毛茸茸的尾巴尖上。这只穿着白大褂的三花猫正用爪垫调整着望远镜参数，突然听见通风管道传来细微的金属摩擦声。
"杰瑞！" 汤姆压低声音，尾巴烦躁地甩动，"我警告过你别碰我的粒子对撞机！"
管道里探出个戴护目镜的灰脑袋，杰瑞怀里抱着块闪烁蓝光的能量晶体："汤姆，你不觉得把反物质核心放在客厅茶几上很危险吗？"
两个老冤家对峙时，实验室突然剧烈震动。全息投影的银河模型像被搅乱的奶油，汤姆的胡子竖了起来："地震？"
"是时空裂隙！" 杰瑞指向窗外，曼哈顿天际线正在扭曲成液态的彩虹。能量晶体从他怀里滑落，在地面投射出巨大的黑洞漩涡。
汤姆的尾巴瞬间炸开："这就是你说的危险？"
"现在不是吵架的时候！" 杰瑞跳上控制台，"快启动应急能源！"
两个死对头第一次默契配合。汤姆用肉垫猛拍红色警报按钮，杰瑞则像闪电般窜到数据屏前输入指令。当反物质核心的光芒即将吞噬整座城市时，实验室突然被包裹进温暖的金色光晕。
他们发现自己躺在中央公园的星空下，周围是完好无损的曼哈顿夜景。能量晶体静静躺在杰瑞爪边，不再散发危险的蓝光。
"看来我们成功关闭了裂隙。" 汤姆舔了舔爪子，"不过... 你刚才用我的粒子对撞机做了什么？"
杰瑞推了推滑到鼻尖的护目镜："只是给它加了点... 猫咪薄荷味的量子稳定器。"
远处传来救护车的鸣笛声，汤姆忽然笑了："下次再碰我的设备，我就用激光笔追你到北极。"
"一言为定。" 杰瑞狡黠地眨眨眼，消失在灌木丛中。汤姆望着他离去的方向，尾巴尖轻轻晃动，在月光下哼起了走调的爵士小曲。
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Tom
intelligent, and confident. Tom spends his nights adjusting the telescope and playing with the particle collider. He dislikes Jerry's meddling but appreciates his help in emergencies. When an earthquake occurs, Tom and Jerry work together to contain the danger. As they succeed, Tom reflects on their unusual friendship and the unusual events that bring them together.
Energy Crystal
enigmatic, and unpredictable. The energy crystal plays a crucial role in the laboratory experiments, often serving as a wild card. During the earthquake, it emits a blue light that nearly destroys the city but ultimately helps Tom and Jerry harness the situation. The crystal's presence underscores the unpredictable nature of scientific discovery and the potential dangers and benefits it brings to their experimental world.
Jerry
quirky, and resourceful. Jerry enjoys wearing goggles and uses an energy crystal in his experiments. Despite clashing with Tom, he is reliable during crises. When an earthquake hits, Jerry quickly takes the helm to prevent a disaster. His quick thinking helps Tom realize the gravity of the situation, and together they manage to contain the threat and admire the resulting breathtaking view.
The moonlight streamed through the glass dome of the laboratory, casting a silver glow on the tip of my fluffy tail as I adjusted the parameters of the telescope with my paw pads.
It was late at night, March 28, 2025.
I had just finished a successful experiment and was about to leave when I heard a faint metallic scraping sound from the ventilation ducts.
"Jerry!"
I hissed, lowering my voice and flicking my tail irritably.
"What are you doing now? I warned you not to touch my particle collider!"
From the ducts poked a gray head wearing goggles.
"Tom, don’t you think it’s dangerous to leave the antimatter core on the coffee table in the living room?"
As the old adversaries squared off, the lab suddenly shook violently.
The holographic model of the galaxy swirled like whipped cream, and my whiskers stood on end: "An earthquake?"
"It’s a rift in space-time!"
Jerry pointed out the window, where the Manhattan skyline twisted into a liquid rainbow.
The energy crystal slipped from his grasp, casting a massive black hole vortex on the floor.
My tail exploded into a flurry: "Is this what you call dangerous?"
"Now's not the time to argue!"
Jerry leaped onto the control panel.
"Quick, activate emergency power!"
For the first time, the two nemeses worked in perfect harmony.
I slammed the red alarm button with my paw while Jerry darted like lightning to the data screen to input commands.
I dashed to the main control panel, my paws flying over the emergency protocols while Jerry continued typing furiously.
The vortex grew larger and larger, its dark maw threatening to swallow the entire lab.
Through the swirling chaos, I saw the energy crystal pulsing with an irregular rhythm on the floor.
"The crystal's frequency is off!" I shouted over the deafening hum.
Jerry nodded, understanding immediately.
I leaped across the room, dodging falling equipment, and landed beside the crystal.
Using my tail as a fulcrum, I carefully adjusted the quantum stabilizer dials.
The crystal's glow steadied, but the vortex remained.
I crouched behind the control panel, watching the vortex pulse with dark energy.
Jerry's typing grew more frantic as warning lights flashed across the screens.
"The quantum field is destabilizing," he shouted over the howling void.
"We need to synchronize the particle streams!"
I nodded grimly and extended my claws to grip the crystal calibration dials.
The familiar rivalry between us faded as we focused on the task.
Jerry called out readings while I made micro-adjustments, our usual bickering replaced by precise coordination.
When the crystal's frequency finally aligned with the collider's output, I slammed my paw down on the quantum harmonizer.
The vortex began to shrink, its edges flickering like a dying flame.
Jerry glanced at me, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Did we just save the universe together?"
As the last wisps of the vortex dissipated, a metallic click echoed through the lab.
I watched as a panel slid open in the floor beneath where the crystal had come to rest.
A cloud of dust billowed out, causing Jerry to sneeze behind his goggles.
Peering into the newly revealed compartment, I saw yellowed papers curled around a metal cylinder.
Using my claws, I carefully extracted the fragile documents.
They unfurled to reveal intricate technical drawings, their edges crumbling with age.
The schematics depicted our vortex as part of a larger machine, one that defied all known laws of physics.
My whiskers twitched as I noticed familiar equations scribbled in the margins.
I held the fragile papers under the lab's emergency lights while Jerry peered over my shoulder.
A faint shimmer caught my eye as the technical drawings began to glow with an ethereal blue light.
Suddenly, the equations lifted off the page, transforming into a three-dimensional holographic display that hovered between us.
A series of complex diagrams rotated in the air, showing detailed cross-sections of what appeared to be an advanced containment chamber.
My whiskers twitched as I noticed familiar symbols etched into the walls of the holographic chamber, matching the markings on the crystal.
The hologram pulsed rhythmically, and I realized it was responding to the crystal's energy signature.
Jerry reached out a tentative paw to touch one of the floating symbols, and the entire display shifted to reveal a hidden set of instructions.
I leaned closer to examine the new sequence of symbols, acutely aware of Jerry's presence beside me.
The hologram bathed us both in its ethereal blue light as we studied the intricate patterns.
When Jerry shifted to get a better view, his paw accidentally brushed against my hand reaching for the same glowing equation.
A strange tingling sensation ran up my arm, not entirely unpleasant but unexpected enough that I quickly pulled back and pretended to adjust my lab coat.
The crystal, still pulsing with energy, seemed to react to our brief contact.
It glowed brighter for a moment, causing the holographic symbols to dance and reorganize themselves in mid-air.
Jerry cleared his throat awkwardly and pointed to a sequence of numbers that appeared to be counting down.
I spin around at the sudden noise, my fur bristling as Dr. Lila emerges from the shadows near the lab entrance.
Her white coat catches the blue glow of the floating equations, and her eyes widen behind thick-rimmed glasses as she approaches.
Jerry fumbles with the crystal, nearly dropping it again.
I instinctively step between them, my tail swishing nervously as Dr. Lila's gaze fixes on the holographic display.
She reaches toward the symbols, muttering technical terms I've never heard before.
The countdown sequence pulses faster in response to her presence, and the equations begin to shift into new configurations.
"Dr. Lila, what is this?" Jerry asked, his voice a mix of awe and apprehension.
"It's the key to unlocking dimensions," she replied, her eyes never leaving the swirling symbols.
"But why didn't you tell us before?" I interjected, feeling the weight of her revelation settle in.
She reaches out, her delicate fingers making contact with the crystal's surface.
The air crackles with static electricity, making my whiskers twitch.
A soft humming fills the lab, growing steadily louder until it becomes a piercing whine that makes my ears ache.
In the far corner of the room, between my favorite microscope and the emergency shower, reality begins to tear apart.
The space warps and stretches like heated glass, colors bleeding into each other.
Jerry backs away, bumping into my equipment cart as he tries to escape the phenomenon.
Dr. Lila stands transfixed by the swirling vortex, her eyes reflecting a mix of fascination and trepidation.
The portal stabilizes into a shimmering oval doorway, its edges rippling with the same blue energy as the crystal.
"Are you saying we can actually step through that?" Jerry asked, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.
"Yes, but only if we're prepared for what lies beyond," Dr. Lila replied, her gaze still locked on the portal.
"And if we're not?" I pressed, feeling the gravity of the situation weigh heavily on my shoulders.
Dr. Lila turns to face us, her expression grave.
"Then we risk losing everything," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The crystal's pulsing intensifies, casting eerie blue shadows across the lab equipment.
Jerry extends his paw toward me, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and trepidation.
I stare at the swirling portal, my whiskers twitching from the static charge in the air.
Dr. Lila's words echo in my mind: "Only those who trust in the unknown can unlock its secrets."
The crystal pulses brighter, its energy reverberating through every molecule in the room.
The portal hums louder, drowning out the whir of cooling fans and the distant wail of emergency signals.
Jerry's fingers brush against my paw, sending a jolt of electricity through my fur.
I look into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt.
But instead, I find an unspoken understanding - a bond forged in the heat of scientific discovery.
My tail straightens for balance as Jerry's grip tightens around my paw.
We exchange a silent nod, our usual rivalry forgotten in the face of the unknown.
Taking a deep breath, I squeeze his paw back.
Together, we step into the swirling blue light.
I stumble out of the portal's light, my paws tingling with residual energy.
The lab materializes around us as the blue glow fades.
Jerry helps me up while Dr. Lila rushes to check the crystal's readings.
Equations and symbols from the portal experience flood my mind - quantum mechanics I'd never understood before suddenly make perfect sense.
I watch the crystal pulse softly as its energy synchronizes with the lab's normal frequency.
When I adjust my whiskers, catching my reflection in a monitor, I notice my fur still sparkles with dimensional particles.
Jerry types the new formulas into the computer while I document our discoveries in my research log.
I adjust my whiskers and follow Jerry's excited tail flicks to a corner of the lab I've never noticed before.
He presses his paw against the wall, and with a pneumatic hiss, a panel slides open.
The hidden alcove is dusty, lined with aged wooden shelves that stretch from floor to ceiling.
Each shelf is packed with yellowed scrolls tied with faded ribbons.
The edges of the scrolls crumble as if they've been here for centuries.
Jerry holds his breath as I carefully extract one scroll with my claws.
The parchment feels unusually warm against my fur, and when I unroll it, strange symbols similar to those from our portal experience glow faintly in the dim light.
"These symbols... they match the ones I saw in the portal," I whisper, my voice tinged with awe.
Jerry leans closer, his eyes wide. "Do you think this means someone else has been here before us?"
Dr. Lila steps forward, her expression a mix of excitement and concern. "Or perhaps it means we're not the first to unlock the secrets of the crystal."
I spread the ancient scroll across my workbench, using my tail to hold down one curling edge while Jerry weighs down the other with a paperweight.
Under the harsh laboratory lights, I carefully trace each glowing symbol with my claw, comparing them to the quantum equations still fresh in my mind from the portal.
Dr. Lila leans in with her magnifying glass, pointing out recurring patterns in the text.
When I notice a familiar sequence that matches the crystal's energy signature, my whiskers twitch with excitement.
Jerry starts photographing each section while I input preliminary translations into our database.
I lean over my workbench, comparing the scroll's symbols to my quantum calculations while Jerry holds the UV light steady.
A particular sequence catches my eye - seven glyphs arranged in a spiral pattern that perfectly mirrors the crystal's energy signature.
When I trace the pattern with my claw, the symbols begin to pulse faintly.
Dr. Lila quickly matches it to our portal readings, confirming my suspicion.
The message becomes clear: the crystal's quantum field must synchronize with Earth's magnetic poles.
I carefully mark the crucial passages while Jerry starts calibrating our equipment.
I adjust the crystal's position on the calibration platform while Jerry monitors the magnetic field readings.
The crystal's blue glow dims to a soft pulse as I rotate it precisely 47 degrees north.
Numbers flash across the screen - the Earth's magnetic frequency is almost aligned.
My whiskers detect subtle vibrations as the crystal begins humming.
Jerry calls out decreasing variance measurements while I make micro-adjustments with my claws.
The crystal's tone shifts lower, matching Earth's resonance.
Relief washes over me as the lab's unstable energy patterns smooth out.
I'm adjusting the crystal's final coordinates when movement catches my eye.
Through the lab's glass doors, a shadowy form approaches, their footsteps silent against the metal floor.
My fur bristles as they enter, carrying something that pulses with familiar blue energy.
Jerry freezes at his monitor, paw hovering over the keyboard.
The stranger's device emits frequencies that make my whiskers tingle - frequencies that perfectly complement our crystal's resonance.
The figure steps into the light, revealing a sleek metallic object that looks like a smaller version of our quantum harmonizer.
I watch as Jerry's paws dance across the tuner's control panel, his movements precise despite the crystal's unstable pulsing.
The stranger's device sits next to ours, both emitting synchronized blue waves.
My tail twitches nervously as Jerry adjusts the quantum frequency dials - one wrong move could trigger another vortex.
The lab's emergency lights cast shadows across his focused expression while he works.
When the crystal's pitch rises dangerously, I leap to the backup controls, ready to intervene.
But Jerry's final calibration clicks into place, and both devices dim to a steady glow.
I stand tensely by the control panel, watching the stranger's every move through narrowed eyes.
The synchronized blue glow from both devices casts dancing shadows across their face.
When they extend their hand, I hesitate, my claws still hovering over the emergency shutdown switch.
Jerry gives me an encouraging nod from his position at the tuner.
Slowly, I reach out my paw to accept the gesture, feeling the static electricity crackling between us.
