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The face of my Mother, formed from Shuang Hua, exploded three centimeters from my Pupil, and the ice shards pierced the wound of the Neonatal Uterus, bringing forth the bitter taste of the Blockchain Key. The earlobe adorned not with pearls but with twelve vials of blood drawn during my Junior High health check, now boiling in the cold light of minus forty degrees.
"The Vital Sign Synchronization Rate has exceeded the critical value!" The Presiding Judge's Mechanical Arm suddenly transformed into obstetric forceps, with remnants of fetal fat from the Cross-Border Medical Ship's Bottom Cabin clinging to it. My Cervical Mucus crystallization Scalpel unexpectedly softened, and the liquid oozing from its blade traced out a floor plan of the Interpol Evidence Room on the courtroom Floor Tile.
The class teacher's Organ Trafficking Contract began to seep through the gaps in my Rib, as flames licked at the edges of the parchment. Each burning fiber projected dissolved Retinal Patterns of Undercover Police onto the dome, while the cries of seventy-two embryos abruptly turned into the notification sounds of tips in a Dark Web Live Room.
The Cold Chain Transport Box's Remains reassembled into a Surgical Table that suddenly tilted. My newly formed Nail scraped across the surface, leaving an imprint of an International Extradition Document's steel seal. My Stepfather's Crocodile Leather Shoes fell from the ceiling, and a Shoe Nail precisely pierced the end of a Fallopian Tube's Barcode, splattering Blood Pearls that crystallized mid-air into a Customs release stamp.
"Container 0729 is about to collapse!" The cloud alarm knocked down three of my eyelashes that were undergoing Carbonization, their falling trajectory casting shadows on the Surgical Antimicrobial Curtain, revealing Director Wang tampering with a Death Certificate in a surveillance Video Recording. The Cervical Laceration no longer spewed Amniotic Fluid but rather specimens of an Ovary soaked in Formaldehyde from a Middle School Biology Laboratory.
Fragments of a Dark Web Server suddenly coalesced into an infant's fist, with fingers seeping out longitude coordinates written by a female officer before her Carbonization. My newly formed abdomen became transparent; embryos synchronously growing within the Virtual Uterus were entwined with an Umbilical Cord connected to Interpol’s cloud database interface.
The Cold Chain Transport Box's Refrigerant fluorescence twisted into my Mother's high heels, stabbing into the folds of my healing Vocal Cords. The Shoe Tip embedded with School Uniform Zipper Teeth suddenly activated, each Metal Tooth playing real-time footage of my class teacher forging an Organ Donation Form in the Dissection Room.
The Blood Pearl at the end of the Fallopian Tube burst into a mist of blood, each blood molecule reflecting my Stepfather’s slow-motion exchange of a Cold Chain Container in the Customs passage. The final fibers of the Surgical Antimicrobial Curtain suddenly tightened like piano strings, as red light emitted from the Presiding Judge's Mechanical Eye engraved an Extradition Warrant Number onto them.
"Vital Sign Data is beginning to flow backward!" The Mechanical Arm abruptly pierced through my newly formed Pelvis, and what sprayed from the Hydraulic Pipe was not lubricant but Rusty Iron from Hemostatic Forceps used twenty years ago in a delivery room. The Scalpel made from Cervical Mucus suddenly changed direction, revealing remnants of a Nautical Log from a Cross-Border Medical Ship on its handle.
The Dark Web Live Stream Bullet Screen manifested Umbilical Cords that tightened around the Fallopian Tube, while Tip Amount converted into Platinum Solution crystallized at the Cervix. My Carbonization-etched collarbone patterns reignited, reconstructing the last frame of blue light before formatting in surveillance footage from a Middle School Classroom.
The Cold Chain Transport Box's Remains formed into a cross that suddenly toppled over, with fragments of a Graduation Photo seeping out Director Wang’s Pupil Recognition Code. The Embryo Transport Agreement at the end of the Fallopian Tube curled into a Stethoscope; when Metal Probes pressed against my heart, they transmitted buzzing sounds from the Dark Web Server’s server room.
Ashes from Interpol uniforms reignited, surfacing surveillance videos of me locked in the Biological Equipment Room during Junior High. The Cervical Laceration released Frozen Embryos that suddenly split apart, each glass tube sprouting dissolved fingerprint patterns belonging to Undercover Police.
"Synchronization Rate 99%!" As the mechanical voice shattered the last layer of my carbonized skin, the blood sample tube hanging from Mother’s ear pendant suddenly exploded. Twelve different concentrations of HCG value flowed across the courtroom floor tiles, mingling with the cold metallic glint of extradition handcuffs, seeping into the mucosal folds of my neonatal uterus.
The dark web data stream abruptly materialized into obstetrical forceps, piercing through my fallopian tube with fragments of a blockchain key. Cervical mucus mixed with international extradition documents and red clay, branding the coordinates of a medical ship's docking port onto my pelvis. The roar of a refrigerated truck engine tore through the surgical antimicrobial curtain, as I tasted the sweet and salty flavor of cross-border infant formula.
At the end of the fallopian tube, a blood pearl suddenly floated into a holographic projection, where my homeroom teacher was using my oocyte culture medium to sign an organ donation form. Blood seeping from my new fingertip suddenly reversed flow, spelling out the customs passcode hidden in my stepfather's shoe's inner pocket.
"The container is about to overload!" The presiding judge's mechanical eye shot a laser from the cold chain container number, piercing through my healing eardrum. A baby formed from dark web server remains suddenly opened its eyes, its iris pattern perfectly aligning with the midwife's badge under the delivery room lights from twenty years ago.
The cold chain transport box and Shuang Hua suddenly coalesced into Mother’s hand, with my fingertip dripping platinum solution from the extradition flight's safety lock. Just as that hand was about to touch my neonatal uterus, the dark web data torrent beneath the courtroom floor tiles suddenly—
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