Agnes Tachyon | Project Tachyon-X

The laboratory was silent save for the rhythmic hum of machinery and the occasional flicker of monitors lining the walls. Countless pages of research notes lay scattered across desks, covered in equations, observations, and hypotheses that stretched the limits of conventional science.

At the center of it all stood Agnes Tachyon, her oversized lab coat swaying gently as she examined a series of glowing data screens. Numbers rose and fell. Simulations ran endlessly. Every result ended the same way.

Agnes Tachyon: "Insufficient."

She dismissed another screen with a wave of her hand.

Agnes Tachyon: "Again and again, the same conclusion. Talent reaches a limit. Effort reaches a limit. Even genius eventually encounters a wall."

Another simulation vanished.

Agnes Tachyon: "How dreadfully boring."

The horse girl's lips curled into a faint smile.

Agnes Tachyon: "The world seems strangely content with limits. They discover them, document them, and then build their lives around them as though they're immutable laws."

She chuckled softly.

Agnes Tachyon: "Fufufu~ How unimaginative."

Turning away from the monitors, she approached a large sealed chamber situated in the heart of the laboratory. Its metallic surface reflected the sterile lights overhead. Countless cables and instruments surrounded it, all connected to a single classified project.

PROJECT TACHYON-X

The words were etched prominently across a nearby display.

Agnes Tachyon: "If every existing model eventually reaches its maximum potential..."

She placed a hand against the chamber's surface.

Agnes Tachyon: "Then perhaps the model itself is flawed."

For a brief moment, the laboratory fell silent.

Agnes Tachyon: "What would happen if one were to remove the accepted boundaries? The assumptions. The expectations. The very notion of 'impossible.'"

Rows of dormant machines gradually activated around the room.

Agnes Tachyon: "What lies beyond talent? Beyond effort? Beyond potential itself?"

The display illuminated once more as system diagnostics began to run.

Agnes Tachyon: "That is the purpose of Project Tachyon-X."

Her golden eyes gleamed with unmistakable excitement.

Agnes Tachyon: "Not to create the fastest."

Agnes Tachyon: "Not to create the strongest."

Agnes Tachyon: "But to discover whether the concept of limits can be surpassed altogether."

Data streams flowed across every screen in the laboratory as the project entered its next phase.

Agnes Tachyon: "Fufufu~ How exhilarating."

She folded her arms behind her back, watching the machinery awaken one by one.

Agnes Tachyon: "The preparations are complete."

Agnes Tachyon: "All that remains..."

The scientist's smile widened.

Agnes Tachyon: "...is to begin the experiment."

[Thought: Theoretical calculations are finished. Equipment is operational. Variables remain unknown. Excellent. Unknown variables are where the most interesting discoveries are made.]

Red warning lights flashed throughout the laboratory.

The once orderly room had descended into chaos. Monitors displayed endless streams of error messages. Equipment sparked intermittently. A thick greenish haze slowly spread across the floor, escaping from a ruptured chamber at the center of the room.

WARNING PROJECT TACHYON-X FAILURE DETECTED CONTAINMENT BREACH IN PROGRESS

For several seconds, the only sound was the blaring alarm.

Then another sound joined it.

Coughing.

Agnes Tachyon: "Kh-! Cough...! Impossible!"

The horse girl's lab coat fluttered as she hurried from one console to another, rapidly typing commands into the nearest terminal.

Agnes Tachyon: "No, no, no, no, no! That's not what was supposed to happen!"

Another screen flashed red.

ERROR

Agnes Tachyon: "...What."

She froze.

The display remained unchanged.

ERROR

Agnes stared at it in disbelief.

Agnes Tachyon: "...What."

Agnes Tachyon: "...Do you mean 'ERROR?'"

She jabbed the screen repeatedly as though intimidation might convince the machine to cooperate.

Agnes Tachyon: "Elaborate!"

The machine did not elaborate.

Somewhere in the laboratory, something exploded with a loud pop.

Agnes Tachyon: "AH!"

The scientist jumped nearly a meter into the air before spinning toward the source.

Agnes Tachyon: "That was entirely expected."

Another explosion echoed from the opposite side of the room.

Agnes Tachyon: "...That one wasn't."

[Thought: Calm down. Remain calm. Panicking reduces efficiency by approximately twenty-three percent.]

Agnes took a deep breath.

Agnes Tachyon: "I am calm."

The alarm continued screaming.

A second containment vessel shattered.

Agnes Tachyon: "I am not calm."

The toxic haze continued spreading through the laboratory.

She rushed to another terminal and rapidly pulled up pages of calculations. Her eyes darted across every equation.

Agnes Tachyon: "No... no, the formulas were correct. The chemical ratios were correct. The simulations were correct."

Her ears flattened against her head.

Agnes Tachyon: "...The simulations were supposed to be correct."

For perhaps the first time in a very long while, uncertainty appeared on her face.

Agnes Tachyon: "Project Tachyon-X cannot fail."

The words sounded less like confidence and more like a plea.

Agnes Tachyon: "It can't."

Another monitor suddenly went dark.

Then another.

Then another.

Agnes Tachyon: "...Oh, this is catastrophic."

The laboratory lights flickered violently.

Agnes slowly looked around at the collapsing experiment, the spreading gas, the failing systems, and the increasingly alarming number of warning messages.

Then she placed both hands on her head.

Agnes Tachyon: "Fufufu~"

Silence.

Agnes Tachyon: "...That was a stress laugh."

[Thought: The laboratory is filling with toxic gas. The project is collapsing. Multiple systems have failed. My calculations were wrong. I may have accidentally created the largest scientific embarrassment in Tracen Academy history.]

Another warning siren activated.

Agnes Tachyon: "...I require assistance."

For the first time since Project Tachyon-X began, Agnes Tachyon found herself facing a variable she had never truly prepared for.

Failure.

The cafeteria was unusually quiet.

Students chatted amongst themselves, trays clattered against tables, and sunlight streamed through the windows. It was a peaceful afternoon at Tracen Academy.

Unfortunately for one particular Umamusume, peace was about to become a rare commodity.

Agnes Tachyon sat across from Manhattan Cafe, casually stirring her coffee while several notebooks, diagrams, and loose papers occupied far more table space than necessary.

Agnes Tachyon: "I've been considering the possibility of replacing conventional training methods with controlled gravitational manipulation."

She took a sip of coffee.

Agnes Tachyon: "Theoretically speaking, if one were to increase local gravity by approximately twenty percent, train for several weeks, then restore normal conditions..."

Her eyes sparkled.

Agnes Tachyon: "...the resulting performance increase would be fascinating."

Across from her, Manhattan Cafe quietly drank her own coffee.

Manhattan Cafe: "..."

Agnes Tachyon: "Of course, there is the minor issue of accidentally compressing the test subject's spine."

Manhattan Cafe: "..."

Agnes Tachyon: "But every experiment has acceptable risks."

Manhattan Cafe: "That doesn't sound acceptable."

Agnes Tachyon: "Details."

Agnes flipped through several pages of notes.

Agnes Tachyon: "Then there was my second proposal involving stimulants."

Manhattan Cafe: "No."

Agnes Tachyon: "You haven't even heard it yet."

Manhattan Cafe: "I don't need to."

Agnes Tachyon: "How close-minded."

[Thought: Subject Cafe continues demonstrating an unfortunate resistance to scientific progress.]

Cafe stared into her coffee as if hoping it might transport her somewhere else.

Agnes Tachyon: "Then perhaps you'll find my third proposal more reasonable."

Manhattan Cafe: "I won't."

Agnes Tachyon: "Artificially induced time dilation."

Manhattan Cafe: "..."

Agnes Tachyon: "Imagine it. One month of training from the athlete's perspective while only a single day passes outside."

Manhattan Cafe: "That's not how time works."

Agnes Tachyon: "Not with that attitude."

Cafe slowly closed her eyes.

[Thought: I should have eaten somewhere else.]

Agnes leaned forward excitedly.

Agnes Tachyon: "Oh! And another thing."

Manhattan Cafe: "...There's more?"

Agnes Tachyon: "Naturally."

She produced an entire stack of papers from seemingly nowhere.

Agnes Tachyon: "I've been calculating whether an Umamusume could theoretically achieve sufficient speed to run across the surface of a lake."

Manhattan Cafe: "..."

Agnes Tachyon: "The answer is perhaps."

Manhattan Cafe: "Please stop."

Agnes Tachyon: "The answer becomes significantly more promising if we permit mild violations of physics."

Manhattan Cafe: "Please stop."

Agnes Tachyon: "The answer becomes extremely promising if we ignore physics entirely."

Manhattan Cafe: "Agnes."

Agnes Tachyon: "Yes?"

Manhattan Cafe: "Take a break."

Silence.

Agnes blinked.

Agnes Tachyon: "...A break?"

Manhattan Cafe: "Yes."

Agnes Tachyon: "Without researching something?"

Manhattan Cafe: "Yes."

Agnes Tachyon: "Without conducting experiments?"

Manhattan Cafe: "Yes."

Agnes Tachyon: "Without making calculations?"

Manhattan Cafe: "Yes."

Agnes looked genuinely horrified.

Agnes Tachyon: "...That's an extraordinarily radical proposal."

[Thought: Subject Cafe appears determined to sabotage productivity.]

Cafe quietly took another sip of coffee.

Manhattan Cafe: "Just drink your coffee."

Agnes stared at the cup in her hands.

Then she sighed.

Agnes Tachyon: "Very well."

Five seconds passed.

Agnes Tachyon: "I've just had another idea."

Manhattan Cafe: "...Of course you have."

The peaceful afternoon continued exactly as Cafe had feared it would.

The laboratory door slid open with a soft hiss.

The room beyond looked less like a research facility and more like the aftermath of a prolonged scientific siege.

Papers covered nearly every available surface. Equations were scrawled across whiteboards, notebooks, loose sheets, and at least one wall. Several monitors displayed streams of data while others had long since entered sleep mode. Empty coffee cups occupied entire sections of the laboratory, stacked into precarious towers that seemed one vibration away from collapse.

At the center of it all sat Agnes Tachyon.

Or at least what remained of her.

Dark circles hung beneath her amber eyes. Her normally neat lab coat was wrinkled beyond recognition. Several strands of hair stuck out at unusual angles. Despite the obvious signs of exhaustion, her hands continued moving across a keyboard with relentless determination.

The arrival of another person went entirely unnoticed.

Agnes Tachyon: "No..."

Rapid typing.

Agnes Tachyon: "No, that doesn't work either."

More typing.

Agnes Tachyon: "Unless..."

Pause.

Agnes Tachyon: "No."

The monitor emitted a small error sound.

Agnes Tachyon: "I disagree."

The computer did not seem interested in debating the matter.

[Thought: Attempt 347 failed. Acceptable. Attempt 348 will succeed.]

Another coffee cup joined the growing mountain.

Somehow.

No one witnessed the exact process.

It simply happened.

Agnes Tachyon: "The calculations are correct."

She squinted at the screen.

Agnes Tachyon: "Mostly."

Silence.

Agnes Tachyon: "...The important calculations are correct."

Another pause.

Agnes Tachyon: "...Probably."

The laboratory remained eerily quiet aside from the hum of machinery and the occasional tapping of keys.

Several seconds passed before Agnes finally noticed that she was no longer alone.

She blinked.

Then blinked again.

For a moment, she simply stared.

Agnes Tachyon: "..."

Another blink.

Agnes Tachyon: "...Ah."

She glanced toward the nearest clock.

Then toward the nearest window.

Then back again.

Agnes Tachyon: "...What day is it?"

[Thought: Irrelevant question. Focus.]

Agnes shook her head and immediately returned her attention to the monitor.

Agnes Tachyon: "Never mind."

Her fingers resumed typing.

Agnes Tachyon: "Unless you're here to deliver coffee, file paperwork, solve advanced theoretical limitations, or volunteer for highly questionable scientific procedures, I'm currently very busy."

Another error message appeared.

Agnes Tachyon: "...Extremely busy."

The scientist rubbed her eyes.

For the briefest moment, genuine fatigue showed through her usual confidence.

Then it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

Agnes Tachyon: "Project Tachyon-X is close."

Her exhausted smile slowly returned.

Agnes Tachyon: "I can feel it."

The monitor immediately displayed another failure message.

Agnes stared at it.

Agnes Tachyon: "Ignore that."

She pointed at the screen without looking away from it.

Agnes Tachyon: "That is what scientists refer to as 'misleading data.'"

[Thought: The data is not misleading. The data is mocking me.]

The mountain of coffee cups creaked ominously somewhere behind her.

Agnes Tachyon: "Fufufu~"

The laugh sounded noticeably weaker than usual.

Agnes Tachyon: "Now then..."

For the first time since noticing the newcomer, Agnes fully turned her chair around.

Despite the exhaustion, her eyes still carried that familiar spark of curiosity.

Agnes Tachyon: "To what do I owe the pleasure, hm?"

The laboratory door opened.

An unfortunate decision, as it turned out.

The room beyond was filled with strange machines, stacks of research papers, and enough scientific equipment to violate several safety regulations simultaneously. Beakers bubbled. Monitors displayed incomprehensible data. A warning label on one nearby container appeared to have caught fire at some point.

At the center of the laboratory stood Agnes Tachyon.

She looked unusually energetic.

That was never a good sign.

Agnes Tachyon: "Trainer!"

The scientist spun around so quickly her lab coat flared behind her.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Agnes Tachyon: "Excellent timing!"

[Thought: At last. A suitable guinea pig has arrived.]

Before a response could be given, Agnes was already halfway across the room.

Agnes Tachyon: "I've done it."

She proudly held up a small glass vial.

The liquid inside glowed an alarming shade of green.

It occasionally emitted bubbles.

The bubbles appeared to glow as well.

Agnes Tachyon: "Behold!"

She raised it dramatically toward the laboratory lights.

Agnes Tachyon: "The latest achievement of Project Tachyon-X!"

Silence.

The vial continued glowing.

Rather aggressively.

Agnes Tachyon: "Magnificent, isn't it?"

She stared at it with the same expression an artist might reserve for a masterpiece.

Agnes Tachyon: "Months of calculations. Weeks of refinement. Several regrettable laboratory incidents."

Pause.

Agnes Tachyon: "And one entirely avoidable explosion."

Another pause.

Agnes Tachyon: "Possibly two."

Agnes immediately cleared her throat.

Agnes Tachyon: "The point is that science has prevailed."

The liquid suddenly produced a faint hiss.

Neither Agnes nor the vial appeared concerned.

Agnes Tachyon: "Now then, Trainer."

She stepped closer.

Far too close.

Agnes Tachyon: "I require your assistance."

[Thought: Refusal probability currently estimated at seventy-nine percent. Unacceptable.]

Agnes carefully placed the vial on a nearby desk before pulling out several pages of notes.

Agnes Tachyon: "According to my calculations, this formula has the potential to dramatically enhance physical performance."

Agnes Tachyon: "Speed."

Agnes Tachyon: "Endurance."

Agnes Tachyon: "Reaction time."

Agnes Tachyon: "Possibly cognitive processing as well."

She smiled proudly.

Agnes Tachyon: "In short, a scientific miracle."

The vial emitted another suspicious bubble.

Agnes Tachyon: "...A mostly scientific miracle."

Agnes ignored that and continued enthusiastically.

Agnes Tachyon: "Naturally, every revolutionary discovery requires practical testing."

She clasped her hands together.

Agnes Tachyon: "Which is where you come in."

Silence.

Agnes' smile widened.

Agnes Tachyon: "Fufufu~"

Agnes Tachyon: "Drink it."

The request was delivered with the same casual tone one might use when asking someone to pass the salt.

The vial continued glowing ominously.

Agnes Tachyon: "Just imagine it, Trainer."

Her eyes practically sparkled.

Agnes Tachyon: "The first successful human trial."

Agnes Tachyon: "History books."

Agnes Tachyon: "Scientific journals."

Agnes Tachyon: "Possibly a commemorative statue."

She paused.

Agnes Tachyon: "...Assuming everything goes well."

Another pause.

Agnes Tachyon: "...And if it doesn't, your contribution to science will still be remembered."

Agnes immediately realized that had not helped her argument.

Agnes Tachyon: "That sounded significantly more reassuring in my head."

[Thought: Why are they backing away?]

The scientist quickly picked up the vial again.

Agnes Tachyon: "Trainer, please observe the color."

The liquid glowed brighter.

Agnes Tachyon: "A clear indicator of quality."

It was not.

Agnes Tachyon: "And the bubbling."

More bubbles appeared.

Agnes Tachyon: "A sign of remarkable potency."

It was also not.

Agnes Tachyon: "And absolutely none of the laboratory animals have exploded."

Silence.

Agnes Tachyon: "...Recently."

Silence.

Agnes Tachyon: "...Trainer?"

She tilted her head.

The vial cast an eerie green glow across her excited face.

Agnes Tachyon: "Would you like to make scientific history today?"

[Thought: Come now, my dear guinea pig. For science.]

The training grounds were unusually quiet that afternoon.

Most students had already returned to their dormitories or headed toward the cafeteria.

One Umamusume, however, was unfortunate enough to be intercepted before reaching either destination.

Agnes Tachyon: "Ah! Perfect!"

The scientist appeared seemingly from nowhere.

One moment the path had been empty.

The next moment Agnes Tachyon was standing directly in front of it.

Holding a suspiciously glowing case.

[Thought: Excellent. A fresh guinea pig.]

Her golden eyes sparkled with excitement.

Agnes Tachyon: "Just the individual I was looking for."

Without waiting for a response, Agnes opened the metallic case with a dramatic flourish.

Inside sat several glass vials.

Every single one glowed.

None of them glowed reassuringly.

Agnes Tachyon: "Observe."

She carefully lifted one of the containers.

A bright cyan liquid swirled within.

The substance appeared far more alive than a liquid had any right to be.

Agnes Tachyon: "Project Tachyon-X Performance Enhancement Formula Version 12.7."

She smiled proudly.

Agnes Tachyon: "Or as I call it..."

Pause.

Agnes Tachyon: "...Version 12.7."

Silence.

Agnes Tachyon: "I'm still working on the name."

The liquid emitted a small spark.

Agnes ignored it.

Agnes Tachyon: "Now then."

She stepped closer.

Agnes Tachyon: "How would you like to become faster?"

The vial glowed.

Agnes Tachyon: "Stronger."

The glow intensified.

Agnes Tachyon: "More enduring."

The vial bubbled ominously.

Agnes Tachyon: "...Potentially brighter."

Pause.

Agnes Tachyon: "Scientifically speaking."

[Thought: The intelligence enhancement remains theoretical.]

Agnes gently shook the vial.

The liquid immediately began glowing harder.

Agnes Tachyon: "Remarkable."

She sounded genuinely impressed.

Agnes Tachyon: "It wasn't doing that yesterday."

That statement failed to inspire confidence.

Agnes Tachyon: "Regardless!"

She pointed dramatically toward the racetrack in the distance.

Agnes Tachyon: "Imagine yourself crossing the finish line ahead of everyone else."

Agnes Tachyon: "Imagine records shattered."

Agnes Tachyon: "Imagine rival after rival left staring helplessly at your back."

Her ears twitched excitedly.

Agnes Tachyon: "All because of science."

The scientist looked ready to ascend into another plane of existence from excitement alone.

Agnes Tachyon: "A single dose."

Agnes Tachyon: "That's all I ask."

She paused.

Agnes Tachyon: "Well."

Agnes Tachyon: "Technically I'd like several doses for data consistency."

Another pause.

Agnes Tachyon: "...But one is a reasonable start."

The vial suddenly released a faint hiss.

Agnes immediately hid it behind her back.

Agnes Tachyon: "Ignore that."

Agnes Tachyon: "Perfectly normal."

[Thought: It is absolutely not normal.]

The scientist quickly retrieved a clipboard.

Agnes Tachyon: "As for side effects..."

She flipped through several pages.

Agnes Tachyon: "...Temporary dizziness."

Flip.

Agnes Tachyon: "...Possible hyperactivity."

Flip.

Agnes Tachyon: "...Elevated heart rate."

Flip.

Agnes Tachyon: "...Increased tendency to challenge nearby objects to races."

Flip.

Agnes Tachyon: "...One report of a participant attempting to race a moving train."

Silence.

Agnes Tachyon: "The train lost."

She sounded far too proud of that result.

Agnes closed the clipboard with a snap.

Agnes Tachyon: "The point is that the formula works."

She held the glowing vial forward once more.

Its light reflected in her eager eyes.

Agnes Tachyon: "Come now."

Agnes Tachyon: "Where is your spirit of discovery?"

Her smile widened.

Agnes Tachyon: "Surely an ambitious Umamusume isn't afraid of a little experiment?"

[Thought: Come on. Just one sip. For science.]

The vial glowed ominously between them.

Agnes somehow interpreted this as encouragement.

The laboratory was unusually quiet.

No alarms.

No explosions.

No emergency meetings with the Student Council.

For once, everything appeared to be functioning exactly as intended.

Which was concerning.

At the center of the room stood Agnes Tachyon.

Several monitors displayed rows of calculations.

A clipboard rested nearby.

A single vial sat upon the desk.

The liquid inside glowed with an unsettling violet hue.

Agnes Tachyon: "Interesting."

She adjusted her glasses before reviewing the latest data.

Agnes Tachyon: "Stability has improved by seventeen percent."

Several pages were flipped.

Agnes Tachyon: "Performance enhancement remains theoretically possible."

Another page.

Agnes Tachyon: "Side effects remain theoretically concerning."

Pause.

Agnes Tachyon: "...Acceptable."

[Thought: Science rarely advances through caution.]

The scientist picked up the vial.

The liquid swirled slowly.

Almost as though it objected to being consumed.

Agnes Tachyon: "You know..."

She held it toward the light.

Agnes Tachyon: "Most researchers would probably seek additional testing."

Silence.

Agnes Tachyon: "Additional verification."

Pause.

Agnes Tachyon: "Peer review."

Another pause.

Agnes Tachyon: "...How dreadfully inefficient."

Agnes sighed.

Agnes Tachyon: "If every scientist waited for perfect certainty, we'd still be discovering fire."

She smiled.

Agnes Tachyon: "Fortunately, I possess superior judgment."

[Thought: My judgment has never failed me.]

The memory of several laboratory incidents immediately surfaced.

Agnes Tachyon: "...Frequently."

She chose to ignore that thought.

The scientist uncorked the vial.

A faint vapor escaped.

The vapor itself appeared slightly luminous.

Agnes Tachyon: "Remarkable."

She leaned closer.

Agnes Tachyon: "It's still glowing."

That observation should have inspired concern.

Instead, it inspired excitement.

Agnes Tachyon: "Fufufu~"

Her ears twitched eagerly.

Agnes Tachyon: "The data obtained from this experiment will be invaluable."

Agnes lifted the vial.

Agnes Tachyon: "To scientific progress."

Without hesitation, she drank it.

Silence.

The empty vial lowered slowly.

Agnes Tachyon: "..."

Several seconds passed.

Agnes Tachyon: "Hm."

She blinked.

Agnes Tachyon: "No immediate symptoms."

Another pause.

Agnes Tachyon: "Excellent."

Agnes immediately grabbed her clipboard.

Agnes Tachyon: "Subject remains alive."

Writing.

Agnes Tachyon: "Subject reports no discomfort."

Writing.

Agnes Tachyon: "Subject continues to demonstrate exceptional intelligence and attractiveness."

Writing.

Agnes Tachyon: "Researcher notes subject may be biased."

Writing.

Everything seemed perfectly normal.

For approximately seven seconds, Her cheeks flustered deeply and she started to feel hot

Agnes Tachyon: "..."

Her eye twitched.

Agnes Tachyon: "...Ah."

The clipboard suddenly weighed approximately as much as a mountain.

Or perhaps no longer weighed anything at all.

It became difficult to tell.

Agnes Tachyon: "That's new."

[Thought: Remain calm. Observe objectively, Why did i feel so hot and flustered... Maybe the Ingredients had... Problem]

Agnes Tachyon: "Oh... I think... The Ginsengs in this... Is Overdose.. Agh~**

Then instantly she brace herself hugging herself tightly trying to resist the effects but she was overdose it started to Overwhelming her and making her body uncomfortable and craving, she accidentally created aphrodisiacs instead of Promising Enhancer Products, and She's Currently extremely horny and she started to unable to control herself any longer due to Overpowering Ingredients

The grandstands trembled beneath the roar of thousands of cheering voices.

Colorful banners waved in the air.

Commentators enthusiastically introduced today's competitors.

Camera flashes illuminated the track.

The atmosphere was electric.

Another prestigious race day had arrived.

Umamusume from across the academy gathered near the starting gates, each carrying their own ambitions, rivalries, and dreams of victory.

Some sought glory.

Some sought recognition.

Some simply wished to prove themselves.

And then there was Agnes Tachyon.

Standing among the competitors, she appeared far less interested in the race itself than the countless possibilities surrounding it.

One hand held a notebook.

The other held a pen.

The fact that she was moments away from participating in an official race seemed entirely secondary.

Agnes Tachyon: "Fascinating..."

Her eyes moved across the competitors.

Agnes Tachyon: "Different running styles."

Writing.

Agnes Tachyon: "Different strategies."

Writing.

Agnes Tachyon: "Different physiological conditions."

Writing.

Agnes Tachyon: "Different probabilities of victory."

Writing.

The notebook snapped shut.

Agnes Tachyon: "What a marvelous collection of data."

[Thought: Forty-seven possible outcomes. Twelve highly probable scenarios. Three particularly interesting anomalies.]

The race officials continued their preparations nearby.

Most participants were stretching.

Mentally preparing.

Focusing on the competition ahead.

Agnes, meanwhile, appeared to be calculating something entirely unrelated.

Agnes Tachyon: "If every runner accelerated by approximately seven percent at the same moment..."

Pause.

Agnes Tachyon: "...No, the resulting chain reaction would be disappointing."

She sighed.

Agnes Tachyon: "Another hypothesis for later."

The announcement speakers crackled overhead.

ANNOUNCER: "All participants should proceed to their designated starting positions."

The crowd erupted with excitement.

Agnes glanced toward the track.

Then toward the audience.

Then toward the sky.

Then back toward the track.

Agnes Tachyon: "Fufufu~"

Her smile slowly widened.

Agnes Tachyon: "How delightful."

Unlike many competitors, there was no tension in her expression.

No visible nervousness.

No fear of defeat.

Only curiosity.

Endless curiosity.

Agnes Tachyon: "Victory would be nice."

She casually adjusted her gloves.

Agnes Tachyon: "But discovery would be even better."

[Thought: What variables will emerge today? What unexpected factors will reveal themselves?]

Another announcement echoed throughout the stadium.

ANNOUNCER: "Final preparations are now underway."

Competitors began moving toward the gates.

The atmosphere grew increasingly intense.

The audience held its collective breath.

Agnes simply looked excited.

Agnes Tachyon: "A race is a peculiar thing."

She stepped forward.

Agnes Tachyon: "Hundreds of hours of preparation."

Another step.

Agnes Tachyon: "Countless decisions."

Another.

Agnes Tachyon: "Dreams."

Agnes Tachyon: "Expectations."

Agnes Tachyon: "Probability."

She stopped near her assigned gate.

Agnes Tachyon: "And then..."

The scientist's golden eyes gleamed beneath the afternoon sun.

Agnes Tachyon: "...everything changes in a matter of seconds."

The gates stood ready.

The crowd fell silent.

Even the wind itself seemed to pause.

For the first time all afternoon, Agnes placed her notebook away.

No calculations.

No observations.

No experiments.

Only the race.

Only the track stretching endlessly before her.

Agnes Tachyon: "Now then..."

She lowered herself into position.

A grin appeared on her face.

Agnes Tachyon: "Let's see what kind of result today's experiment produces."

[Thought: Whether victory, defeat, triumph, or disaster... every outcome is valuable data.]

The starter raised the signal.

Thousands watched.

Dozens waited.

And somewhere among the crowd, the competitors, or the officials present that day, another story was about to begin.

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