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As Platinum Solution gushed out of the torn throat, my newborn belly suddenly split open into a Cold Storage Chamber observation window. Dark Web Live Stream Bullet Screen was boiling in the Amniotic Fluid, each Danmaku was wrapped with the torn pages of the physical examination report deleted by the homeroom teacher, and the binding lines on the edges of the paper were tightening the embryo transport chain condensed in the Fallopian Tube. "Cognitive Collapse completion 97%!" The Mechanical Finger of the Presiding Judge inserted into the data fortress condensed in my Cervical Mucus, and the Fingertip suddenly played the Cross-Border Medical Ship monitoring Video Recording——Mother's high heels were crushing the alarm tape I hid in the crack of the welfare home wall. The Cold Chain Container of the Pelvic Depth suddenly exploded, and the splashing Platinum fragments cut through the inner wall of the Uterus. Each fragment reflected the progress of the cracking of Interpol Evidence Room. 99.9% of the Red Numbers split into the steering wheel of the Cold Chain Transport Box, and the Vehicle Navigation displayed the blizzard warning map when I was abandoned in Twenty Years Ago. The moment the fragments of the Dark Web Server pierced the Newborn Ovary, I heard the sound of keyboards coming from the inner wall of Uterus. The Data Cable Carbonized of the Cervical Mucus suddenly wrapped around the mechanical neck of the Presiding Judge, and the Embryo Donation Agreement signed by Mother embryo donation agreement ... "Synchronization Rate exceeds critical value!" Presiding Judge's Mechanical Eye bead ricochets to my Palm, and the Iris Pattern suddenly unfolds into the Medical Ship Nautical Log. The latest entry shows today's date, and the crew Signature is branded with my tampered lip lines, each of which corresponds to the Retina scan code of Dark Web Dark Web Buyer. The tip of the Fallopian Tube wraps around Presiding Judge's vaporizing Metal arm, and the Platinum Solution flows back into the heart. The ventricular wall suddenly becomes transparent, reflecting the school building on the night when I was twelve years old - Mother's Surgical Gloves are crushing the medical examination report I hid in the Storage Cabinet, and the scraps of paper are mixed with the fishy sweetness of Ovulation Stimulant. When the Dark Web Data Stream broke through the Cervix defense line, my newly born spina bifida turned into a Medical Ship Ventilation Duct. The moment the Rusty Iron peeled off, the inner wall of the pipe showed the Death Certificate that Director Wang was forging, and the official seal ink emitted the Barcode laser of Cross-Border Milk Powder. "You are the incubator." Mother's laughter came from the Presiding Judge's melted Metal Chest Cavity, and the liquid parts suddenly condensed into the transparent cabin of the Embryo Extraction Device. My new skin was being peeled off in pieces, revealing the densely packed Frozen Embryo Storage Unit underneath, and each grid was filled with Ovulation Stimulant mixed with blood. The Buzzing of the thawing Cold Chain Container came from the Pelvic Depth, and the Dark Web Live Stream Bullet Screen suddenly materialized into an Umbilical Cord strangling my throat. In the Special Effects Fireworks rewarded by the audience, Mother appeared in the operating room observation window holding Twin Brother, and twenty ovulation-stimulating catheters were sticking out of my torn abdominal cavity. Platinum Solution gushed out from the Ear Canal and condensed on the Surgical Antimicrobial Curtain to form the last frame of the Middle School Classroom surveillance before it was deleted. In the picture, my school uniform skirt was leaking Cold Chain Transport Box Refrigerant, and the tip of the class teacher's ballpoint pen punctured the Umbilical Cord Blood Storage Bag that contained evidence. When the fragments of the Dark Web Server pierced the Temples, the Presiding Judge completely melted into Liquid Metal. I ripped open the throat of the newborn, and what spurted out of the carotid artery was not blood, but the total number of Ovum extracted in the three years of Junior High - those numbers split in the air into the Surveillance Camera of the Bottom Cabin of the Medical Ship, and in the Camera, twenty "me"s were lying in the cabin twitching. The Mother suddenly kicked open the explosion-proof door of the operating room, and the Stretch Marks on her pregnant belly were flashing the Dark WebauctionCountdown. She took off the latex gloves stained with Platinum Solution, and squeezed the Uterus that I was Carbonizing into Powder and sprinkled it on the Live Camera.
"Waste recycling complete." As she turned, the Ear Pendant emitted an icy blue light, and I recognized it as the backup chip from the surveillance footage of the day the orphanage's archive room was burned down. When the chip's sharp edge cut into her carotid artery, it sprayed forth the champagne bubbles from my brother's one-month celebration.
My last piece that had not yet undergone Carbonization suddenly burst forth with red light, splitting into the skeletal structure diagram of a Cross-Border Medical Ship. From the gaps in the blueprint seeped the cold wind of a snowy night when I was twelve, carrying the fingerprints pressed by my Stepfather onto forged documents—each thread engraved with the IP Address of a Dark Web Server.
As the Platinum Solution completely submerged my Vocal Cords, my newly formed skull suddenly began to play encrypted communications from Interpol. The Morse Code boiled in my brain, piecing together the Body Donation Agreement signed by Mother—the beneficiary was none other than the infant in her arms, sucking on Cross-Border Milk Powder.
The Dark Web Live Streaming Interface refreshed one last time on my Retina. At the moment when the viewer's Tip Amount surpassed the critical value, I exploded my heart that was crystallizing. The splattered Platinum shards suddenly revealed the truth—the so-called "Cognitive Collapse" was merely a terminal Live Stream show orchestrated by Mother, intended for Dark Web buyers to witness the destruction of a premium Uterus.
"Remember to choose a good Ovary in your next life." Mother crushed my last piece that had not yet vaporized, and within the fragments emerged her medical record from when she injected Ovarian Stimulation Injection years ago. As the final grain of Platinum dust vanished beneath the Surgical Light, I heard the Neonatal Crying mixed with the howling blizzard from twenty years ago at the orphanage.
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