"Dad, the gills of the wooden horse are moving! "The little girl screamed as she pointed to the blue light shining killer whale horse. I looked down at the console, and the wave patterns on the dashboard were rising and falling with the music-this ocean-themed merry-go-round built in a seaside amusement park is now stitching the land and the sea with some surreal magic.
When the first ray of morning light penetrated the glass dome, the trojan horses were undergoing a morning awakening ceremony. The pillars wrapped around the octopus's tentacles exude fine water droplets, reflecting the rainbow in the sun; the tail fin of the humpback whale Trojan gently taps the ground, and the splash of water turns into pearl powder the moment it touches the ground. Lao Zhou, the oldest mechanic, knocked on the copper conch, and twenty-four kinds of Trojan horses shaped like marine creatures opened their eyes at the same time-the eyes of humpback whales are swirl-like glass, the scales of clownfish exude fluorescence, and even the horns of the horse have breathing coral growing.
"It's time to activate tidal mode. "Lao Zhou pressed the Pearl button in the center of the console. The entire merry-go-round suddenly emitted a low-frequency vibration like a whale's chirping, and a 3D projection of the deep sea topography appeared on the ground. When the first dolphin horse jumped out, we really smelled the salty sea breeze, and the fabric hanging from the dome began to simulate the trajectory of the waves. Amid the exclamations of tourists, the humpback whale Trojan opened its huge mouth full of sensors, spewing out not a water column but a mist with the aroma of lemon.
I noticed the autistic boy who always comes to draw Trojan horses sitting in the jellyfish cockpit today. When the rotation accelerated and the centrifugal device started, the sketchbook in his arms suddenly turned pages automatically, and the tip of the pen moved uncontrollably on the paper. Thirty seconds later, a complete picture of the deep-sea ecology appeared on the paper: the tentacles of glowing jellyfish wrapped around the wreck, the krill swarm formed the Milky Way, and even the reflection on the diver's mask accurately reproduced. The boy's mother held the drawing paper and burst into tears, but Lao Zhou pointed to the dome with a smile. The real killer whale group was swimming past the projection curtain, perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of the trojan horse group.
Under the strong noon light, the metal skeleton of the Trojan horse group will undergo photosynthesis. The solar panels of the octopus's tentacles stretch into seaweed form, and the caudal fins of the hippocampus Trojan collect wind energy and transform it into musical power. The most amazing is the jellyfish cockpit. When sunlight penetrates through the translucent umbrella cover, ocean currents in different sea areas will emerge inside. An oceanographer stopped here for three hours and claimed that in the Coriolis force generated by the rotation, a vortex structure that only appears in real sea areas had been observed.
The "low tide moment" at dusk is the most charming. The trojans slowed down their rotation speed, and the ground projection switched to a beach scene. The bubbles spat out by the clown-fish wooden horse floated into the air, turning into drizzle and falling when it touched the dome. The little girl in a floral skirt opened her mouth to catch the rain, and suddenly giggled and pointed to her palm. Every drop of rainwater contained a miniature ocean: some raised single-celled organisms, and some floated nano-scale coral reefs.
"This is an evolutionary Trojan horse. "Old Zhou said to me one night when he was debugging the equipment. He lifted the humpback Trojan's belly armor to reveal a gut compartment full of barnacles. "Last month it 'grew' out of the sonar system and can now detect real whales 30 nautical miles away. "He called up surveillance footage: After the playground closes late at night, the Trojans will spontaneously adjust their formation, beating their tail fins in a Morse code-like rhythm, and engaging in cross-species dialogue with humpback whales in the ocean.
On the night of the typhoon warning, I witnessed the most shocking scene. When a force ten wind hit the glass dome, all the horses suddenly stood upright at the same time, using their tails to press against the ground to form a solid triangle. The tentacles of the octopus horse are wound into steel cables to fix the dome, and the jellyfish cockpit releases an electrostatic film to wrap the entire building. In the surveillance footage, the real killer whale herd is migrating around the playground in the storm, as if protecting this ocean brother on land.
Today, this merry-go-round has become a sacred place for interdisciplinary research. Biologists came to collect the anti-corrosive mucus it secretes, physicists studied its self-balancing system, and poets tried to decipher the infrasonic rhythm produced as the trojans rotated. The autistic boy became a resident painter. In his latest work, all Trojan horses grow real gills and breathe freely at the junction of land and ocean.
When the last ray of sunset plated the trojans with gold, I heard the long chirping of the humpback whale trojans. The sound traveled through the glass dome and intertwined with the real whale song thirty miles away into a double play. The fountain in the center of the merry-go-round suddenly poured out of real seawater with salty taste, and turned into thousands of bubbles the moment it landed. Each bubble reflected a smiling child's face.
