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CHAPTER 1
Hedy Lamarr, an immortal name.
She was the daughter of a Jewish banker and a stunning Austrian movie starlet. Before the war, she escaped to the United States, where she independently caught the attention of MGM's boss, eventually becoming a Hollywood legend and securing her place in history.
The world praised her perfect, goddess-like beauty, yet few knew that she was also a pioneer of Bluetooth and Wi-Fi technology, with her frequency-hopping communication patent eventually recognized by the U.S. military.
Her life was equally filled with countless controversies and regrets. At the age of 19, she became the first person in film history to appear fully nude. She also filmed scenes simulating sexual climax and went through six failed marriages.
Doctors injected her with excessive amounts of methamphetamine under the guise of vitamin B injections, causing her to lose control of her mental state.
In her later years, overwhelmed by public pressure and shame, she underwent numerous plastic surgeries and lived in seclusion.
She left this world in January 2000. Four years later, the National Inventors Hall of Fame finally acknowledged her name.
What thoughts cross one's mind at the moment of death? The malicious speculations endured in the world of fame and fortune, years of obscurity in the scientific community, or those six hasty and brief marriages?
As consciousness drifted away, the entire world seemed to transform into a white light.
It was peaceful, silent, yet strangely warm.
She was like a baby sinking into a deep sleep, gradually losing awareness.
Suddenly, a cacophony of noises pierced the stillness.
Street vendors shouting, the sound of hooves, and wheels rolling over gravel.
Hedy woke from her dreamlike state, her eyes struggling to adjust to the long-forgotten light.
She instinctively moved and realized she was lying on a pile of hay, almost as if resting on a wide, plush bed.
Am I... alive again?
Am I still alive?
The slightly fermented hay had a peculiar scent, and the sounds outside seemed to come from a bustling marketplace, but the accents of the people speaking were unfamiliar.
It should be the year 2000 now. I should be in my apartment in Florida, USA.
She shifted uneasily, and with a sharp sense of awareness, she realized something was wrong.
All the signs of aging had disappeared.
The sluggish, slow thinking that once resembled the gears of an old clock now worked at lightning speed.
Her joints no longer creaked, and her body had become light and flexible.
And her skin, which once required surgery to smooth out wrinkles... was now perfectly smooth.
Hedy froze for a moment, then scrambled out of the haystack, exposing herself to the sunlight.
When she saw the world around her, her mind went blank.
This was definitely not America, nor even the modern world.
People were dressed in Renaissance-era Italian robes—she had once worn such costumes herself.
There were no streetlights, no roads. The houses, with ochre-colored rooftops, were arranged like square blocks of a child's toy.
