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I crushed the wooden splinters of the Fire Axe handle, the shards digging into the old wound on my palm—this pain was real. The Teddy Bear and Remains squirmed in my backpack, the scent of Jasmine Essence mingling with blood oozing from the Suture, reminiscent of my mother’s flaring nostrils in her final moments. Each drop of black blood seeping out decomposed into nanobots within my Compound Eye, reorganizing the dust samples from the Laboratory Explosion three years ago. The asphalt rain pounded against the bulletproof glass, its rusty droplets seeping into my collar, icy and piercing. Those raindrops crystallized upon touching my skin, forming a miniature Tokyo Tower, its base etched with the genetic Gene Transition formula "CX-0→CX-743."
Neon advertisements twisted in the puddles into crawling infants, their umbilical cord-like cables wrapping around my ankles. As the metal suction cup at the end of the cable pierced my vein, my Bone Marrow suddenly surged with Jasmine Essence—resonating quantumly with the Giant Brain of the top-tier embryo. My Retina automatically parsed the Encryption data stream: these cables were clusters of my mother’s nanobots, transforming all of Tokyo into a Living Organism petri dish.
The girl suddenly pinched the "CX-0" Encoding beneath her collarbone, and I tasted the sickly sweet flavor of Liquid Nitrogen on my back molars—she was signaling with pain. Golden particles seeped from those Encoding Cracks, each particle a compressed fragment of time and space. When my Compound Eye focused, I saw these fragments reconstructing the explosion site of the Liquid Nitrogen Chamber: from my mother’s torn chest Crack fell not entrails but strings of Teddy Bear eyeballs, each pupil reflecting this moment's Tokyo Tower.
Three mechanical guards burst through the convenience store window. Shards of glass hovered in midair as if time had Frozen for an instant. Each piece refracted different possibilities: one shard showed me being pierced through the Temple by a laser; another depicted the girl gnawing on neurons from the Giant Brain; while a third displayed my father rewriting experimental logs inside the Liquid Nitrogen Chamber. The cash register spat out a bloody receipt: "Clearance Progress 47%," its ink composed of Time Parasite Excrement, gnawing at my biological clock data along the paper's edge.
I kicked over a freezer; in the frost fog surrounding frozen chicken feet, the leftmost guard's pupils flickered seven times—the number of times my mother blinked before her execution. The frost transformed into Morse Code within my Compound Eye; deciphering it revealed a map of Tokyo's underground water supply network, with all junctions marked as coordinates for my Clone's cryogenic chamber. Suddenly, the guard's alloy skeleton softened, revealing a rotating Klein Bottle structure within its Chest Cavity, floating inside were twelve embryos, each bearing my face.
The girl ripped open the Teddy Bear’s belly and pulled out my mechanical finger bone that had been pierced by a laser yesterday. The rotting cotton clung to artificial nerves; when inserted into the guard's carotid artery, it erupted into a nursery rhyme: "Find a friend at the fork in the road." Sound Waves shattered the convenience store's liquor cabinet; whiskey mixed with blood to form purple sludge that etched out a blueprint of Sunshine Primary School—the Giant Syringe at its center spraying Silver Nematodes into the clouds.
The guard’s metallic head melted away to reveal my father's youthful synthetic face beneath. The subcutaneous tissue was filled with micro Vacuum tubes that sprayed Jasmine Essence mist in rhythm with his breath. My Compound Eye peered deep into his throat: his Vocal Cords were entwined with strands of my mother’s hair made from carbon fiber; each vibration painted a genetic map of CX Experiment Subject in the air.
"Brother?" The girl's Vocal Cords suddenly switched to my mother's frequency, her voice trembling with despair. My Temple chip began to heat up as mechanical moss within my Skull grew wildly, connecting Pain Sensory Nerves to Tokyo's power grid. The neon sign in the convenience store suddenly displayed a citywide power surge of 743%, while all excess energy consumption pointed towards my Palm Print parasite's Quantum calculations.
A Countdown appeared in my Retina pop-up:
"Li Mo: ∞"
"CX-0: 00:23:17"
Golden particles seeped from her neck Crack, instantly scorching my Palm Print—those particles were termites gnawing at my eternal time. Each termite contained surveillance footage from my father's laboratory: a bicycle gift on my seventh birthday was actually a surgical operation implanting an Apple Core Chip into my temporal lobe. Those tampered memory data were now flowing back to the central nervous system through the gnawing termites.
The guard's Chest Cavity exploded, revealing a mechanical tongue branded with Tokyo Tower blue light tickets. When my Compound Eye focused on the ticket's QR code, what was decoded was not entry information but atomic coordinates from when my mother was Decomposed—23% of her carbon-based components were stored within the embryo Giant Brain at the top of the tower. As I approached the ticket barrier, I heard a shriek from the Liquid Nitrogen Chamber; those ice shards were reorganizing within Blood Vessels to become navigation beacons.
"Don't move."
The girl shoved the Teddy Bear into the barrier slot; black blood dripped onto chip contacts from where she had shielded me from bullets last week—blood that splattered into the doll’s Eye Socket. The moment blood touched metal, all power in Tokyo Metro abruptly cut off except for our barrier glowing ominously red. The ground began to ooze an asphalt-like substance forming countless arms reaching toward the tower base—each hand bore fluorescent Encoding inscribed with "CX-0."
The elevator mirror reflected countless versions of us:
Seven-year-old me installing Gear Hearts in dolls, each gear inscribed with different coordinates of Tokyo;
Fifteen-year-old CX-0 having his Vocal Cords wires severed by father; what sprayed forth was not wires but frozen Cerebrospinal Fluid from mother;
At this moment, we were plunging surgical knives into each other's mirrored Temples—the ice crystals on their blades spelling out "Kill the Sun" in reverse characters.
The embryo Giant Brain at the top was crying. Its Cerebrospinal Fluid flowing back exuded Jasmine Essence; half-melted mother’s face surfaced within its gelatinous layer. That gelatinous mass was devouring steel structures of Tokyo Tower; corroded beams revealed biological tissue textures—the entire tower was essentially an Umbilical Cord extending from Giant Brain, deeply rooted in Earth's crust drawing energy from its core like a Blood Vessel.
"Do you understand now?"
The door to Giant Brain opened and closed rhythmically, revealing father’s Mechanical Spine charred by Carbonization. Silver slime seeped through cracks in those Mechanical Spines, coalescing midair into seven hundred forty-three floating embryo pods—each Cabin curled up containing “me” in school uniforms with moonlight Sutures embedded at their napes. The nearest pod suddenly exploded; Clone's Vocal Cords wires shot out like silver snakes wrapping tightly around my Wrist: "You are also expendable... just like us! What so-called Civilization Restart means is merely putting all humanity into my amniotic fluid."
Sound Waves shattered elevator glass; splintered shards formed Klein Bottle structures midair containing all CX Experiment Subject memory chips floating inside. My Compound Eye suddenly penetrated through dimensions of time and space, witnessing twelve parallel worlds' towers simultaneously Collapse.
The Mechanical Heart of CX-0 emitted a buzzing sound at that moment. She forcibly tore open the Chest Cavity, revealing the core's rotating Klein Bottle structure—floating within was a bloodstained wedding ring, inscribed on the inner band with "To Xiao Mo, 2103.6.1." It was the lost relic from my mother’s funeral.
"Before detonation... cut off the amniotic fluid supply line!" She threw the ring towards me, and the metallic Surface suddenly projected the coordinates of the moon's Back: a countdown formed by Teddy Bear Remains, pointing to "11:59:59."
Suddenly, the girl pressed a Teddy Bear against my chest, and the Liquid Nitrogen Bomb inside the Cotton Wool began its Countdown—the fragrance concentration was nearing Critical Value. The Jasmine Essence molecules were Reorganizing my Mitochondria, turning each cell into a miniature time anchor. Her cracked lips brushed against my Earlobe: "To kill the sun, you must first become its Umbilical Cord." As she spoke, her pupils fractured into a Gear Set, with Gear Tips inscribed with the final version of my father's laboratory's doomsday Countdown—not numbers, but the word "Mother" written in all human languages.
Countdown 03:14; the holographic screen suddenly flashed with an image of the Liquid Nitrogen Chamber exploding. My hand trembled tightly around the detonator. The slime from my father's Mechanical Spine had crawled up to my calves, each drop reenacting the Scene of the Liquid Nitrogen Chamber explosion: my mother's crystallized fingers, frozen in that last frame of her smile, and the moment I could never bear to look back on—when she had clawed at her chest to carve out the password, remnants of her own skin trapped beneath her nails. At this moment, the Antimatter reserves within the Moon Core resonated perfectly with her heart rate at the time of her Frozen state.
The Liquid Nitrogen Bomb within the Teddy Bear did not explode; instead, it Quantumized us and transmitted us through the gaps between neurons in the Giant Brain's Synapse. Here, time presented a spiral structure; I saw my mother’s true body suspended at its axis—decomposed into nanobots that were using Jasmine Essence to write equations for cosmic heat death. And at the end of these equations, the Apple Core Chip's Morse Code automatically continued with new instructions:
"When all suns become Umbilical Cords, Jasmine will give birth to a new era in the Embers of Time."
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