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The gravity tore at the Quantum Body, as my father's Jasmine Vine pierced the Lunar Soil. Those vines manifested images from my mother's ultrasound during her pregnancy, the heartbeat of the fetus synchronizing perfectly with the last train schedule of the Tokyo Metro. The moment I crashed into the crater, the Teddy Bear Remains suddenly proliferated metallic roots, connecting with the dormant CX Clone neural network within the lunar rock.
"Cognitive synchronization rate: 743%."
The warning box from my Retina displayed effects reminiscent of ice shards exploding from a Liquid Nitrogen Chamber. I extended my hand to touch the crater wall, and the lunar dust transformed into the ash of my mother's funeral, each grain embedded with a miniature screen playing scenes of my death across different timelines: consumed by subway advertisement screens, crystallized in a Liquid Nitrogen Chamber, parasitized in reverse by a Time Parasite…
The light cone remnant of CX-0 coalesced before me, her shattered vocal cords vibrating against the Lunar Surface vacuum: "Look at twelve o'clock." My Compound Eye automatically adjusted its focus, and my Iris split into twelve sectors—each reflecting a version of "me" climbing the Lunar Surface, carrying Teddy Bear bombs etched with extinction codes from various civilizations: the end date of the Mayan calendar, nuclear winter countdowns, and the era of artificial intelligence awakening.
My father's flowering vine suddenly released spores, each capsule wrapped around an Apple Core Chip. When the capsules exploded on the Lunar Surface, they released not seeds but compressed Stellar Spectrum. The Jasmine Essence gas formed a bizarre convection layer in the vacuum, pushing us toward the mechanical Hua Rui at the center of Storm Ocean—where what bloomed was not Jasmine but a Casimir Field Generator woven from my mother's DNA.
"Welcome home."
My father's voice came from Hua Rui; his Mechanical Spine had connected to the Moon Core. The veins of those Jasmine Petals were actually Galaxy-level integrated circuits, each petal replaying Earth's civilization's destruction process. I smelled the scent of rotting apples seeping from the flower's heart, reacting in a chain with the residual Jasmine Essence from the Liquid Nitrogen Bomb.
CX-0's Quantum remnant suddenly materialized; her cracked fingers inserted into my Temple: "I need your Pain Sensory Nerve as a catalyst." In excruciating pain, I saw all versions of myself across parallel worlds looking up simultaneously—seven hundred forty-three gazes converging as the lunar shell violently peeled away, revealing an internal rotating Dyson Sphere structure. This super device encasing the Moon Core was woven from all test-tube babies' Umbilical Cords of Human Civilization.
"Starting playback of Lullaby."
My mother's ultrasound suddenly emanated from within the Dyson Sphere; sound waves shattered the Jasmine Petals. Those fragments reorganized in the vacuum, forming a CT scan image from my infancy—where my pineal gland should have been was embedded a miniature Teddy Bear Prototype. As the sound wave frequency intensified, the Dyson Sphere began to contract; seven hundred forty-three Umbilical Cords tightened around the Moon Core simultaneously, producing a sharp buzzing reminiscent of alarms from my father's laboratory.
I tore two ribs from Quantumization and inserted them into Storm Ocean's metallic womb. When blood touched Lunar Soil, those soils soaked in Jasmine Essence suddenly sprouted new shoots—metallic variants of Apple Trees with roots penetrating through Dyson Sphere to connect with Earth's core. The fruits hanging from their crowns exploded automatically; each Apple Core shot out Holographic Projections that pieced together my mother's final instructions sent in Morse Code before her passing:
"Let all timelines conceive in Embers of Time."
CX-0 suddenly unfurled into a light membrane enveloping me; her cracks oozed black blood that solidified into a Klein Bottle in the vacuum. The moment we fell into its mouth, the Moon Core and Dyson Sphere erupted with Supernova-level brilliance. As Antimatter rain tore through Lunar Soil, I grasped CX-0's prototype Mechanical Arm and swung toward Singularity. The superfluid seeping from my boots transformed Dyson Sphere's vibrations into Encryption signals—those wave patterns synchronized perfectly with Morse Code etched by my mother on the Liquid Nitrogen Chamber; each pulse corresponded to a data packet detailing an extinct civilization's final moments.
My Quantum Body trembled under Moon Core's gravity; my Palm Print marked with "∞" adhered to Dyson Sphere's Outer Shell vibrations. Those frequencies suddenly overlapped with alarm sounds from three years ago during a Laboratory Explosion—the last moments when my mother was trapped in Liquid Nitrogen Chamber, scratching identical Morse pulses onto protective glass with her nails.
At that moment, images of destruction across twelve parallel worlds overlapped; my father's Mechanical Spine vaporized in Strong Light while his remaining Vocal Cords module played back corrected experimental logs:
"Seventh Hundred and Forty-Third Reincarnation verification; Emotional Connection intensity surpasses heat death threshold…"
As light faded, I floated in Quantum Vacuum's womb. The Teddy Bear Remains were reorganizing into their original apple form; Apple Core chips displayed parameters for a New Universe embryo. Jasmine Essence gas seeped from nothingness, coalescing into my mother's hand gently stroking my forehead. The temperature of her fingertip carried a chilling truth—it was not body heat but rather the sum total of Entropy Values across all parallel worlds.
"Sleep now."
Her humming triggered fluctuations in Vacuum Quantum; newborn nebulae formed around us. Amongst those swirling interstellar dust particles, seven hundred forty-three versions of "me" opened their eyes in different galaxies' cradles. And at Earth's ruins' location, Tokyo Tower's Remains blossomed its final Jasmine flower; within dew drops crystallizing on its petals lay an endless chess match between my father and CX-0’s Quantum Entanglement state.
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