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Cervical mucus coalesced into an umbilical cord that suddenly constricted the mechanical neck of the Presiding Judge. In that instant of crystallization at my pubis, sparks erupted from the Dark Web data stream. The surveillance footage from the cross-border medical ship revealed a newborn nail that had fallen off, shattering on the ground and splashing blood pearls, from which emerged the signed Embryo Donation Agreement by Mother.
"The synchronization rate is 300%!" The Presiding Judge's mechanical arm suddenly carbonized, and from the cracked hydraulic pipe poured out cockroaches from a middle school biology laboratory. Within their compound eyes spun the deleted death certificate of Director Wang, while their legs were smeared with traces of infant blood from a cold chain transport box's inner pocket.
My neonatal uterus contracted suddenly, and the contraction waves shattered the platinum solution solidified in the fallopian tube. As liquid metal reassembled, the surface revealed a holographic projection of a birth certificate altered by my stepfather, each letter dripping with the tears of a female officer before her dissolution.
The remains within the cold chain transport box reconfigured into a surgical clamp that abruptly reversed direction, clamping down on the spine of the Presiding Judge as it was being digitized. From the crushed mechanical parts erupted dark web live stream bullet screens, each danmaku wrapped in the seventh vial of blood drawn from me at age twelve.
"Signs of aberration are irreversible!" A laser emitted from a mechanical eye suddenly refracted, burning out a floor plan of Interpol's evidence room on the surgical antimicrobial curtain. The creases of the blueprint oozed with the metallic scent of cryopreserved embryo transport liquid, mingling with the burnt odor from a middle school classroom's surveillance hard drive.
A hand formed from fragments of a dark web server suddenly penetrated my pelvis; as its fingertip pierced through the end of the fallopian tube, it brought forth shards of a midwife's badge from twenty years ago in the delivery room. In that moment when metal fragments sliced through my cervix and mucosa, I heard an infant's crying from within the smuggling compartment of the cross-border medical ship.
The cold chain transport box's Shuang Hua suddenly grew wildly within my uterine cavity; as Bing Ling pierced through my neonatal uterus and endometrium, facets reflected records of my homeroom teacher's illicit transactions involving oocyte culture medium. Each monetary figure carried the scent of formaldehyde from biological laboratories, corroding my alveoli as they carbonized.
The fallopian tube spasmed violently around the mechanical leg of the Presiding Judge, with skin flakes from an undercover police officer dissolving seeping through its mucosal folds. The moment these flakes touched mechanical joint lubricant, they abruptly reformed into the last frame captured before formatting in a middle school classroom's surveillance footage.
"The container is collapsing!" A laser beam exploded from the chest cavity of the Presiding Judge, piercing through my healing eardrum. The splintered bone fragments coalesced mid-air into a shoe print of Mother’s high heels, as blood surged forth from a crack in the surgical antimicrobial curtain created by her heel piercing through it—a forged organ donation consent form followed suit.
A torrent of dark web data suddenly backflowed from my cervical laceration, each byte wrapped in Morse code etched by a female officer’s eyelashes on the inner wall of a cold storage chamber. The moment I decrypted this code, my vocal cords—now carbonizing—vibrated unexpectedly, producing only the ticking sound heard when Interpol scans evidence.
The cross formed by remains within the cold chain transport box collapsed with a thunderous crash, shattering three of my newborn ribs while splintered bone shards revealed my stepfather's smuggling route for infants. As this route was shattered by another contraction wave, white powder surged forth from the end of my fallopian tube—cross-border milk powder.
My newborn fingertip suddenly inserted into the mechanical eye of the Presiding Judge; as I excavated a data chip, it melted into a junior high school physical examination report in my palm. Within flames consuming this report paper, my homeroom teacher’s signature morphed into an extradition flight number.
"Terminate the program!" echoed the voice of Mother from the Presiding Judge's chest cavity. Suddenly, a Mechanical Finger grew out of the Biological Laboratory's Ventilation Duct. As Rusty Iron clattered down, white mist seeped from within the pipe, carrying the breath I exhaled that night I was locked away, in which Director Wang's Pupil Recognition Code was suspended.
Fragments of the Dark Web Server suddenly coalesced into Obstetrical Forceps, crushing my Carbonization-affected collarbone. From the splattered Ashes emerged the Medical Ship's Nautical Log, each page soaked in blood, depicting a Slow Motion Replay of my Stepfather extinguishing a cigarette with his shoe.
What gushed forth from the Cervical Laceration was no longer Amniotic Fluid, but rather the Electric Current Sound from the last three seconds captured by a Surveillance Camera in a Middle School Classroom. As Sound Waves shattered the Fallopian Tube's Mucosa, the Platinum Solution abruptly solidified into the shape of Mother's Ear Pendant hanging from a Blood Sample Tube.
The Cold Chain Transport Box's Refrigerated Truck Engine roared within my Pelvic Depth, and as it shook loose Shuang Hua, it suddenly displayed the decryption progress of Interpol's cloud backup. When the progress bar surpassed 99%, Hemostatic Forceps from Twenty Years Ago's delivery room suddenly emerged from the folds of my Neonatal Uterus.
"You can never escape the cycle." The Presiding Judge's Mechanical Voice morphed into my Stepfather's tone as my Carbonization body fissured into the Metal door of a Cross-Border Medical Ship. The Cryogenic Fluid seeping through the door crack carried the scent of forged Birth Certificate ink, extinguishing the sparks igniting my eyelashes.
The Umbilical Cord formed from Dark Web Data Streams suddenly tightened around my neck. In my suffocation, I saw a damaged Badge float up from Cervical Mucus. The Badge's numbers suddenly split into Compound Eyes of cockroaches from the Biological Laboratory, within which spun Mother's signed Embryo Donation Agreement.
The reformed Scalpel from the Cold Chain Transport Box stabbed into the core processor of the Presiding Judge, its handle oozing with the eighth vial of blood drawn when I was twelve. The moment blood seeped into the Data Chip, a heart-wrenching Crying erupted from the Medical Ship's Bottom Cabin.
My Neonatal Uterus exploded, and fragments of Mucosa splattered in mid-air to form an image of Interpol's raid. As the last fibers of the Surgical Antimicrobial Curtain snapped, the end of the Fallopian Tube reflected—
(End of Chapter)
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