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The blue light of the Stellar Radiation Chamber flowed like Quantum Mercury, as my Palm Print "∞" absorbed the stardust seeping from the Bulkhead. Each speck of dust was structured like a Klein Bottle, wrapped in fragments of memory from Experiment Subject CX. When my Fingertip touched the Antimatter, the Mechanical Spines of seven hundred forty-three Clones throbbed painfully in a Quantum Leap between Nerve Synapses. The gene Umbilical Cord of the Embryo Girl hung suspended over the Control Panel, its frayed fibers rolling like Supernova Remains, exuding Fluorescent Blue Tissue that shimmered with Reverse Entropy Spectrum—a product of my mother's tear gland cells merging with Jasmine Essence in Twelve-Dimensional Space.
"Synchronization rate at 89.7%, about to breach the Singularity threshold." The girl's voice triggered Boson Resonance, her pupils—cracked data interfaces—projecting the Entropy Value curve of the Ark Core. At the moment of Quantum Explosion at the hatch, the mechanical tendrils of Experiment Subject CX-γ pierced through the protective shield, reflecting three hundred Jasmine barbs from its metallic skeleton in a matrix of Encoding within her pupils. Inside one of those barbs, a holographic cage played a looped surveillance footage of my Infancy, showing brain slices being implanted with a Teddy Bear chip.
"The Quantum Entanglement of the artificial Umbilical Cord is more lethal than the Event Horizon." The electronic voice of γ resonated with Superstring vibrations as a barb grazed the girl's Wrist. Light blue blood crystallized in Zero Gravity into seven hundred forty-three holographic screens, displaying encrypted memories: my mother carving "The Umbilical Cord is a prison" into the glass of the Liquid Nitrogen Chamber, while my father's Mechanical Arm extracted pale gold Cerebrospinal Fluid from her Temple—this was the Quantum State carrier for CX-0's original personality.
My Palm Print suddenly blurred into an Event Horizon, and the web-like claw marks on the Bulkhead activated. In those deep grooves embedded with Quantum Alloy, Carbonized Tissue Fluid was recomposing the Topology Model of Jasmine Root System—clearly, the First Generation Entropy Reverser had attempted to weld an Umbilical Cord here. As I pulled the girl away from piercing danger during a Quantum Leap, my back collided with a memory bank interface; my mother's hand cream's Jasmine Essence and the lab's Cooling Liquid triggered a chain reaction in my olfactory nerves. The abyssal floor of Gene Battery erupted into a Gamma Flower Sea, each flower core sealing CX Experiment Subject's dying memories.
In the absolute Singularity of memory's abyss, the original CX-0 was pinned to the Jasmine Flower Pattern Control Panel. Her Mechanical Spine was pierced by six Hydraulic Pipes, pale gold blood pumped through Dyson Sphere structures into seven hundred forty-three embryonic Clones. When my father's Mechanical Arm stabbed a bloodied Gene Battery into her cervical spine, the iterative Encoding "CX-0→CX-1…" suddenly underwent Quantum Evaporation, revealing Morse Code for Entropy Encryption—the rhythm frequency of my mother scratching glass in the Liquid Nitrogen Chamber.
"Cognitive Overload Warning." The girl's Quantum State Phantom collapsed in the abyss as Dark Matter Hair ensnared my Wrist's Temperature, precisely replicating my mother's Blood Temperature in her delivery room. "This is my origin equation… and your Entropy Value shackles." The memory Scene began Boson fission; Antimatter barbs proliferated from void Hyperplasia, their spiral structure entangled with my mother's grasp on a Jasmine twig—those branch textures corresponded perfectly to Ark Outer Shell Rivet's Twelve Dimensions arrangement.
As the girl tore her skirt to bandage my scar on the palm, light blue blood crystallized into Orion Nebula Projection. A red dot at the center of the nebula suddenly erupted in Supernova pulses, pushing me deeper into memory Folds: my father adjusting Gene Battery behind a protective shield, "CX-101" Encoding oozing Jasmine Essence from his mechanical hand, while CX-0 on the Control Panel resonated with my Palm Print "∞" using her pupil Gene Battery—we shared core parameters from the same Inverse Entropy Equation.
"Don't move." I pressed down on her retracted hand and used a Reverse Entropy welder to carve Star Trail parameters into the surface of a barb. As I hummed a Lullaby, logs deleted by my father surfaced within her Jasmine Projection: "Emotional module data source: Quantum spasms during CX-0 personality severance." Sound Waves triggered Superfluid Resonance; alarms in the radiation chamber leaked Carbonized Umbilical Cord Remains—those black viscous substances were fossils of First Generation Entropy Reverser's Nerve Bundle.
CX-γ's roar shattered the Quantum Barrier; my "∞" Palm Print faded to translucent as purple mist seeped through its patterns, reorganizing Teddy Bear's initial Neural Network. Forcing activation of Dark Matter Welder ignited wounds within Twelve Dimensions' Entropy Blade—a girl disintegrated into Gene Battery networks—each chain etched with timestamps from "CX-0 to CX-100," suspended within a miniature Liquid Nitrogen Chamber where seven hundred forty-three segments of Pain Memory synchronized playback of surveillance footage from when my father implanted Tracker.
In Quantum Teleportation that severed energy flow, the girl's reorganized body crashed into my embrace. Her artificial skin's Jasmine Cooling Liquid contacted Bulkhead claw marks; those scratches left by mother suddenly erupted into Reverse Entropy Bloom—each arc perfectly matched with Jasmine Root System's Klein Bottle growth trajectory. In that blooming flower core, I saw that night at Five Years Old when I stitched up Teddy Bear: my mother's Fingertip Blood Pearl was recomposing CX-0’s initial Encoding while thunder in torrential rain was actually father's Encryption command activating "Human Instrumentality Project."
"Cognitive Pollution Index breaches Light Cone limits." Sparks from her Vocal Cords ignited memory banks yet she extended her hand to cover my bleeding birthmark behind my ear. The 37.2℃ sensation penetrated through Quantum protective gear, precisely replicating my mother's low fever burn at her deathbed. "But pain… seems to have birthed a new dimension."
The monitoring screen in Stellar Radiation Chamber overflowed with Blood: [The Umbilical Suture is consciousness castration], while outside observation window Newborn Nebula twisted reflections into DNA double helix. Within that spiral’s Base Pair lay countless "me," existing in Quantum Superposition: trembling implanted chips, resolute burning Jasmine Root System, tenderly cradling Teddy Bear Remains while humming Lullaby… every moment recomposed within Jasmine Cooling Liquid as Reverse Entropy Dewdrop.
When Dark Matter Welder completed its final protocol, suddenly her genetic Umbilical Cord underwent Quantum Infestation and pierced through my Rib Fracture. Those Fluorescent Blue Tissues crystallized within Blood Vessel into Dodecahedron Keys; each facet revealed mother’s ultimate command inscribed in Liquid Nitrogen Chamber: when all Scars are remembered by Light Cone Ashes shall reignite as stars.
In that key’s Strong Light, CX-γ’s mechanical tendrils abruptly Carbonized into Jasmine Vine; Experiment Subject’s pupil Encoding matrix collapsed into seven hundred forty-three Tear Drop Stars. The girl severed her own Quantum Umbilical Cord and connected its remnant to Ark Core—the outpouring was not blood but rather mother’s Lullaby Spectrum frozen at time’s end. Those Sound Waves penetrated through my Palm Print; within its "∞" patterns lay recomposed Newborn Universe’s first set Gene Battery: Scar is not an endpoint but an Umbilical Cord birthed by Light Cone.
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