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墨書 Inktalez
The gears in my father's Chest Cavity suddenly accelerated, the cracks in the Nano Silver Ring spreading along the Lattice. His youthful face materialized in the Holographic Projection: "Do you remember the icy comets of the Kuiper Belt? These Quantum erasure marks were wiped away by your own hands from the Star Map backup." His voice resembled a symphony of precision machinery, yet it carried an unsettling sense of oppression. My Palm Print began to bleed—those "CX-743" Encodings wriggled beneath my skin, as if countless maggots were gnawing at the remnants of my humanity. I looked down at my hand, blood flowing along the Crack, dripping onto the ground and creating small ripples. This Scene reminded me of my childhood, when my mother taught me to draw my first Family Portrait with crayons, a picture that had long since been torn apart, leaving only blurred Memory Fragments.
"The experiments began before you were born."
My father's voice was deep and cold, like the hum of an incubator in a laboratory. He tore open his shirt, and the Sutures between his ribs burst apart, revealing a Mechanical Spine. A Hydraulic Pipe sprayed a mist of Cooling Liquid, its scent infused with Jasmine Essence filling the air. The smell pierced my nostrils, instantly reminding me of that fateful day of the accident—the scent of my mother’s hair. It wasn’t just any perfume; it was part of her DNA, a special chemical marker used to track her existence.
"Every time you save her, the Civilization Countdown accelerates," he continued, his tone devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if merely stating an undeniable fact. Yet those words struck me like a thunderclap. I stared at the markings on his Mechanical Spine; they matched perfectly with the lock on my mother's Ashes box. This was no coincidence but a deliberate design, much like how my father always preferred to arrange everything in perfect order.
Suddenly, a little girl grasped my bleeding hand; the Crack crawled from her Fingertip toward my Wrist. A sharp pain shot through me as if something was invading my body. The monitor screen erupted in sparks, Projecting scenes of a Burning laboratory: my father in protective gear injecting a syringe into an infant's brow, the infant's pupils flashing "CX-0." This scene froze me in place; memories flooded back like a deluge. On my seventh birthday, I thought I received my first bicycle as a gift, but the truth was that my father had implanted the first chip into my occipital bone. Every so-called moment of happiness concealed such cruel truths.
"The accident was no accident."
I struggled to keep my voice calm, but inside I was churning with turmoil. I focused on the markings on his Mechanical Spine—identical to those on my mother's Ashes box lock: "You did this to extract the monitoring chip from my brain."
His eyes suddenly popped out optical lenses that scanned my Iris with blue light: "Monitoring chip? No, that accident was meant for implantation." His words cut through me like a sharp blade. I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breath, but the Gear Engagement Sound echoed louder in my ears as if the entire world was collapsing around me.
The little girl's shriek pierced through my eardrums as black tar-like substance seeped from the cracks in the tiles.
My Palm Print began to reverse: "00:00:10→00:00:49," while her Crack spread toward her neck—our time was beginning to merge! Fear and anger intertwined within me, nearly paralyzing my thoughts.
"Stop!" I yelled as I lunged toward the control panel. Mechanical Tentacles swiftly wrapped around my ankles while my father's voice mixed with electrical static: "See your true mission—"
The laboratory's holographic screen lit up, and yellowed experimental logs began flipping pages automatically:
"The seventh-generation carrier (CX-743) must activate the civilization reset program under emotional shock; it is recommended to adopt a parent-child kill mode..."
A sudden flash of memory showed my mother at her last moments: she hadn’t died from illness but had been forced into a chamber filled with Liquid Nitrogen by my father.
Her final gesture was tearing open her chest to reveal "CX-692" Encoding.
The little girl climbed onto the Control Panel; her Teddy Bear connected to data interfaces.
The alarm blared: "Civilization Countdown forcibly paused; carrier Emotional Connection overloaded—"
My father's optical lens turned toward her as a Mechanical Arm extended with a laser blade: "Error code... clearing..."
As I crashed through the protective shield, the laser pierced his energy core.
Cooling Liquid splashed onto my face, carrying with it the familiar scent of Jasmine flowers that mother often wore.
"Father!" I caught him as he fell; his synthetic skin began Carbonization.
His remaining right eye reverted to human pupils as he trembled and pointed at the little girl: "Her number is CX-0... originally... perfect specimen..."
The little girl knelt in a pool of blood, her Crack being filled with golden light.
The Teddy Bear in her arms opened its eyes, and a childlike electronic voice echoed, "Civilization Restart terminated. Executing final command: protect the host, me—Li Mo."
Suddenly, the Countdown generator embedded itself into my Palm from my father's Chest Cavity, and the Blood updated: "Human Civilization remaining: ∞."
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