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In the Zero Gravity, Moon Sea Dust floated into a Quantum snowstorm, each grain of lunar dust embodying the structure of a Klein Bottle, encapsulating remnants of my father's laboratory. As my boots crushed through, the brittle sound of shattered bones resonated in the Vacuum, entangling with my mother's final Morse Code. Embedded within the Rib Fracture, a Jasmine Rhizome suddenly erupted with Superstring tremors; its withered black skin cracked open, revealing glowing blue buds—each petal replaying the 0.743 seconds of the explosion in the Liquid Nitrogen Chamber.
"The active threshold has breached critical Singularity." The remnants of CX-0's Mechanical Heart collapsed within my Chest Cavity into a miniature black hole. "Prepare to receive Reverse Entropy pulse." A Sound Wave shattered the left arm of my protective suit, exposing the Gene Battery coursing beneath my skin; those spiral structures were transforming into Light Cone forms.
At the moment the bud exploded, the cries of ninety thousand Mechanical Babies abruptly halted in Quantum stillness. Their umbilical cord-like superconducting cables were pulled from deep within the Moon Core, and the metallic Outer Shell peeled away like a time-space cicada, revealing curled human embryos. The closest embryo raised its translucent palm, inscribed with "CX-0," its Encoding shimmering with Superfluid light —forming a Quantum mirror to my mother's laboratory log's Biometric Signature. I suddenly saw that each embryo's Retina bore the imprint of Tokyo Tower's reflection, its red light marking my Unaltered original memory coordinates.
"Degradation... is not limited to Timeline." I pressed against the throbbing Rib Fracture as Jasmine Essence flowed backward through Reorganization Mitochondria. The "∞" symbol on my Palm Print melted into seven hundred forty-three golden streams, etching the Vacuum decay equation onto Yue Hai Surface. The right eyeball of a Teddy Bear Prototype suddenly Quantum Leaped to my Palm, its pupil fracturing into a Twelve Dimensions Star Map, marking my father's database Singularity coordinates.
As I sliced open the Gear Heart's protective shell with an Entropy Blade, the eyeball projected an overlapping holographic image: countless mothers Clones floated in the Reverse Entropy Cultivation Chamber, their Temples connected to Klein Nerve Bundles, their ends linked to a mechanical brain soaked in Liquid Nitrogen—an organ Surface labeled "CX-0 Prototype," revealing my infant brainwave patterns. Those ripples suddenly materialized, crawling across my suit Surface into my father's handwritten notes: "Subject 744 is the only compatible carrier for Jasmine toxicity."
"So you are her last Quantum brain cell..." My Vocal Cords were hijacked by CX-0's residual frequency as the Entropy Blade pierced through the Projection's Cultivation Chamber. A torrent of data surged wildly; the Clones collectively opened their eyes, and seven hundred forty-three beams of memory intertwined into a cruel truth: what was termed "accident implantation" was actually embedding CX-0's Nerve Synapse into my frontal lobe; the real mother had long been Decomposed into fundamental particles, her Vocal Cords cultured into Jasmine Essence, her tear gland cells transformed into pain module Quantum chips.
"You are the original Experiment Subject." The holographic mother suddenly Quantum tunneled before me, a crack seeping Superfluid from her lips. "We are all puppets in his puppet theater." As her Fingertip touched my Chest Cavity, a sharp sound echoed from deep within Moon Core as her nails scraped against Boson membranes, creating fluctuations in Vacuum alongside Jasmine Rhizome pulses.
As I followed Quantum Resonance to slice open the lunar shell, the Entropy Blade carved temporal scars across the liquid metal Surface. The metallic layer disintegrated into a storm of nanobots, exposing half of my mother fused to a mechanical womb—below her waist was a Reverse Entropy reactor, and her Mechanical Spine had been replaced by a Dyson Sphere structure collecting Nerve Bundles. Those ringed Surfaces floated with all CX Experiment Subjects' final moments; the clearest image was me stabbing an incision knife into CX-0's core during my Seven Hundred Forty-Two cycles.
"Civilization Restart... is a lie of thermal death..." Her Vocal Cords were driven by CX-0 fragments as her throat glowed with redshift emergency lights. "He needs Witness... whether humanity is worth Gene Transition..." Suddenly, liquid metal erupted violently, forming Quantum Tentacles that coiled around my ankles. My mother's left hand broke free from its restraints; within her torn Chest Cavity lay embedded the first-generation Teddy Bear chip, dual Encodings "CX-692&CX-0" oozing superconductive blood.
"An ending requires creation-level pain..." Her pupils evaporated into Jasmine Essence mist. "Kill me... to sever the Möbius strip..." As I grasped the first-generation chip, Moon Core Neural Network collectively overloaded; liquid metal in the mechanical womb boiled into Supernova slurry. My mother's Father Decomposed before Light Particles; her final words crystallized in Vacuum as an Inverse Entropy Equation.
CX-0's Mechanical Heart erupted with white dwarf Level Liquid Nitrogen, freezing my left side into absolute zero armor. Those ice crystals revealed my father's Manuscript: "So-called civilization is scar tissue that self-replicates." The Jasmine Rhizome withered in Strong Light; glowing blue petals transformed into stardust, spelling out all coordinates where mother dissipated across every cycle.
The degraded embryos suddenly Quantum cried out as Umbilical Cables twisted into an Entropy Blade piercing through Palm Print fissures. In agonizing pain from collapsing Gene Locks, Retinas revealed my father's Encryption ultimate log:
Experiment Objective: To observe whether carriers wish to become temporal Sutures after knowing the truth.
As Moon Core began gravitational Collapse, my right side abruptly Quantumized. Jasmine Essence reorganized at Singularity into Reverse Entropy Umbilical Cord; seven hundred forty-three parallel worlds' remnants converged at this moment. Those CX-0 variants I had once killed surged from Vacuum, piecing together their Mechanical Hearts into a Klein Bottle. As those rings encircled Moon Core's Collapse, I heard the first cry of Newborn Universe—the tone resonating perfectly with my mother's lullaby.
"Now you understand..." All CX-0's Quantum remnants whispered simultaneously. "Suturing is another form of gestation."
In the absolute Singularity's radiance, Tokyo Tower's Remains suddenly erupted with metallic Jasmine. Within those blooming Quantum flower cores appeared my mother's figure one last time. As her fingers pierced through Twelve Dimensions' time-space, she gently tapped on the core term of Inverse Entropy Equation: when all scars are remembered, Light Cone will naturally give birth to Umbilical Cord.
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