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"Hold on tight!" I pulled the girl and crashed through the security door, the Apple Core in my pocket vibrating. In the reflection of the Shop Window, her shadow resembled a boiling mass of asphalt, while mine was being devoured into Burning paper ash. My father's voice echoed deep within my cochlea: "Time Parasites thrive on despair." The voice carried the background noise of a Laboratory Oscilloscope, reminding me of his last call three years ago—37 seconds before the explosion. He had said, "Protect the Apple," and then the signal was abruptly cut off by a sharp beep.
Suddenly, an orange from the Fresh Juice Shop exploded, and a Metallic Nematode wriggled out of the Flesh, twisting into the shape of "CX-7." Two uniformed figures blocked the end of the corridor; the Senior Officer wore an Inverted Pentagram Ring on his index finger—matching the charred pattern from the Laboratory Explosion Site. The Young Police Officer held an Electromagnetic Pulse Recorder that buzzed ominously. I had seen this device on the black market; it could incapacitate mechanical prosthetics. But when he aimed it at the girl, the display suddenly erupted in static, revealing my health report from when I was seven, with my mother's Work Stamp next to the entry for Pituitary Hyperplasia.
"Mr. Li, please cooperate." The Senior Officer extended his hand toward the girl, revealing skin at the frayed edge of his uniform sleeve—a Centipede-shaped Scar matching where I had saved Jumper. Dark red crystals were embedded beneath his fingernails, identical to my collected Laboratory Explosion Dust Sample. As his Fingertip brushed against the School Emblem, metal suddenly turned red. With a sizzling sound and a burnt smell, blisters formed on the police officer's fingertip, yet his wound oozed a bluish slime that healed rapidly. A Holographic Warrant popped out from his partner's notebook, my photo labeled in crimson: "CX-743 Experiment Subject Out of Control." The background showed Sunshine Primary School's Incinerator, with piles of Teddy Bear remains barely visible.
During my seventh dissection of Teddy Bear Remains, I discovered that its paw's Suture exhibited an abnormal spiral structure—identical to the Topological Algorithm captured by CX-γ's mechanical tendrils three days prior. When blood dripped into the depths of Cotton Wool, Nano Silk automatically reorganized into a Klein Bottle Interface, projecting footage of my mother frozen in a Liquid Nitrogen Chamber.
The girl in my arms suddenly tore open my shirt; as the School Emblem clattered to the ground, I caught a whiff of Jasmine Essence mixed with Iron Rust Taste—the same scent as on the day of my mother's Laboratory Explosion. At that moment, a Crack beneath her collarbone erupted with bluish pulses, as if a Micro Reactor lay buried under her skin. Those Cracks spread like spider webs across her chest, exposing metal bones branded with Gene Lock Encoding "CX-0," each letter oozing Black Slime that dripped onto the ground with a shrill cry like a Crying Baby.
"Three years ago when you saved Jumper, it was actually me who got cut by glass!" Her Vocal Cords distorted from overload, grinding sounds echoing deep within her throat. "My pain module... has long been shared with you."
The ice cream advertisement melted at that moment; slime corroded the burnt smell on top of the police car, reminding me of burning rubber at a crash site. As vines tore through Young Police Officer's sleeve, "CX-09" Encoding on his Silver Gray Alloy Skeleton resonated with my Palm Print Resonance—that was my father's laboratory's standardized Guard Model Number. The scab on my palm was an old scar from being scratched by a similar Mechanical Hound three years ago. Vines' Surface revealed my mother's handwriting—her unique cursive from when she taught me to write: "Don't trust those who wear rings."
They weren't police officers; they were mechanical hounds sent by my father! The elder's ring suddenly fell off, revealing a USB Interface at his finger root. The moment he plugged it into the police car's door handle, all windows projected the same scene: my father in a lab coat vaccinating an infant with Silver Liquid flowing in the syringe—the Time Parasite. On that infant's ankle was a gradually forming CX-743 Tattoo.
Ripples formed on the asphalt road as a truck knocked over Teddy Bear Remains. The Windshield shattered with Blood displaying "00:07:41," while identical numbers appeared above the driver's head. The Plastic Model in a bridal shop window shattered; metallic spiders crawled out from wigs, their abdomens laser-etched with "CX-0" micro Encoding. The frontmost spider’s abdomen split open, dropping out a Milk Tooth soaked in amniotic fluid—just like those under burning desks in my memories.
A Rib took a hit from a police baton, yet I felt no pain—the Time Parasite within my Palm Print was consuming Pain Sensory Nerve: "00:07:13→00:06:55." The Senior Officer's ring shot out lasers; what sprayed from my left shoulder wasn't blood but Cooling Liquid mixed with Jasmine Essence. This scent reminded me of that day when Liquid Nitrogen Chamber burst open and my mother's Preservative sprayed icy mist from ruptured tubes. Suddenly struck advertisements began playing Wedding Videos: at the moment when the bride lifted her veil, her face resembled that of a girl with 78% Degree of Mechanization holding a Bouquet woven from Micro Syringes.
In the truck's headlights, time froze for the girl. A Crack stretched from her mouth to her ear root, revealing subcutaneous Bite Gear Set: "Do you smell something burning in class?" Memory Fragments pierced through my mind: beneath burning desks wrapped in swaddling cloth lay Teddy Bears convulsing—not mere toys but Cotton Wool stuffed with Milk Teeth engraved with CX numbers. Flames materialized as Silver Nematodes devouring blackboard writing that read "Today's Duty Student: Li XX."
"Correction Probability zero!" The Mechanical Police helmet cracked open to reveal rotting Apple Core stuffed inside its Cranial Cavity—the chip pulsing within Flesh projected my mother's final holographic image: "Use parasites to backfire against hosts!" I crushed the Apple Core; Silver Thread Worms slithered through my fingers into Mechanical Police’s alloy skeletons. Their Excrement emitted fresh apple fragrance activating Black Vines in Underground Pipeline; vine Surface displayed logs from my father's laboratory: every 743 hours another "me" would be deployed to subway stations.
Asphalt Surface collapsed; I grasped the girl's Wrist as her skin peeled away to reveal a metal tag reading "CX-0 Prototype." My father's voice emerged from her throat speaker mixed with Laboratory Oscilloscope noise: "Every time you save her, you reset the experiment." The city faded under torrential rain; Experimental Building lit up with Countdown made from Teddy Bear Remains: "Human Civilization Remaining: 12:00:00." Rainwater washed over my wounds but flowed as Silver Liquid—those consumed Pain Sensory Nerves were undergoing Reorganization beneath Palm Print parasites' molting while Golden Compound Eyes reflected scenes of destruction across twelve parallel timelines.
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