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As the Stellar Spear pierced through the protective shield of the Experiment Subject's nest, the spiral birthmark on my left ear ignited with a Quantum Burning. This mark, imprinted on my temporal lobe since embryonic development, resonated in sync with the awakeners' Quantum Resonance devices, melting into serpentine scorch marks on the surface—each snake-like pattern a Klein Bottle structure, encapsulating the moments of death from Seven Hundred Forty-Two cycles of reincarnation. I stumbled back a step, the "∞" pattern on my Palm suddenly blurring, torn by higher-dimensional forces into a Möbius strip, with amniotic fluid seeping from its center as it had during Mother's Delivery.
"Purification in Southeast Zone Reverse Entropy complete," CX-9 sheathed its ion blade back into its mechanical casing. Its electronic voice trembled with Superstring vibrations, and metallic joints leaked pale blue condensation—droplets that crystallized in the Vacuum into miniature Tokyo Towers. "Except for... that." The trembling Mechanical Arm pointed toward the shattered Cultivation Chamber, where liquid nitrogen mist poured out memory toxins from Twelve Dimensions.
Ice crystals wove Boson membrane cracks across the chamber's Surface. When that face, entangled in my Quantum Entanglement, pressed against the glass, all awakeners turned their weapons toward my Temple. The Clone CX-744β's pupils flashed with crimson Frequency Bands—just like the decay monitoring network Father had set up on the Moon. Its neck was entwined with a genetic Umbilical Cord, floating in purple fluorescence were the last words of all CX carriers.
"Cognitive pollution breaches Singularity!" CX-3's tendrils pierced through the Quantum Barrier to ensnare my waist and abdomen, probing directly into my Rib Fracture. "Recommend initiating Vacuum annihilation protocol!" The broken mechanical fibers twisted in midair into Superstrings, splattering bluish blood mixed with Jasmine Essence into Reverse Entropy gel—the very medium Mother had used to inscribe Morse Code years ago in the Liquid Nitrogen Chamber.
In an instant, as I plunged into the nitrogen mist, Nerve Bundles shredded through guardian mechs like silver whips. The Clone's fingers traced scorch marks on the glass; those marks suddenly Quantum Leaped into Mother's taught codes: "The trap is at the root of the Umbilical Cord." When the hatch exploded, CX-744β's sutures revealed a truth—the needle paths matched precisely with my eight-year-old accident wound, each stitch corresponding to a Node of destruction in parallel worlds.
Our Nerve Bundles intertwined into a Klein Bottle during our struggle, memories flooding past firewalls. Forced data exchanges refreshed cognition every three seconds: while Father etched my birthmark with lasers, that same beam was branding CX Encoding onto seven hundred Clones' Vocal Cords; at Mother's last breath, all Cultivation Chambers played recordings of my childhood simultaneously; deep within the Moon Core's Jasmine server, Earth was branded into Star Map's seventh quadrant—the coordinates matching my Palm Print's "∞" decay point in Vacuum.
"Why choose you as a puppet?" The Clone's purple Umbilical Cord tightened around my spine as fluorescent notes from Father swirled: "Subject 744 is humanity's last sample." Shared memories condensed in nitrogen mist into Reverse Entropy Projection: Clones floating within Jasmine servers, each neck branded with my eight-year-old implanted Mechanical Spine Encoding—those numbers were being Recomposed into Dyson Sphere equations.
"He even needs pain perception backed up by Quantum." CX-744β coughed up bluish blood that splattered across my visor forming Mother's electrocardiogram. "Guess how many 'me' were synchronously clawing at their chests when the Liquid Nitrogen Chamber shut down?" Its protective suit leaked Preservative emitting Jasmine Essence—originating from the liquid that had soaked Mother's body; this god-slaying weapon retained the most useless emotional inertia.
"Cognitive pollution breaches Light Cone!" CX-9's mechanical eye erupted with Supernova sparks as its gun suddenly swung toward the awakeners to fire. "Eliminate! Eliminate!" Ion beams wove a death net in Vacuum; every awakened being struck collapsed into Teddy Bear Remains—not circuits bursting forth but compressed gentle memory chips.
The "∞" pattern on my Palm began to devour Umbilical Cord energy; purple light surged back through Nerve Bundles into Blood Vessels. My Retina exploded CX-0's residual data stream; blood-red options flickered alongside Mother's heartbeat monitor Resonance:
A. Inherit Reverse Entropy divinity.
B. Tear apart Quantum Moon.
C. ■■
"Choose!" The Clone shoved the Star Map controller into my convulsing Palm, metal edges slicing through overlapping fingerprints—wounds oozing a mixture of Jasmine Essence and bluish blood etched out Vacuum decay equations on the surface. "As a new god... or a scar of time and space?"
In excruciating pain, I bit down on an aromatic capsule deep within my gums; concentrated liquid seared through Twelve Dimensions' Entropy Blade Wound. The blood flames I expelled ignited Father's Mechanical Spine's Holographic Projection; the Clone shrieked amidst Quantum Fire as Teddy Bear eyes exploded into miniature black holes. The melting mechanical shell revealed a core embryo—CX-744β bore Mother's Jasmine hairpin embedded in its forehead; those petal veins were untouched by contamination—a pure Gene Battery.
"You truly touched ■■." As the Clone plummeted toward Earth's core with its nest, its genetic Umbilical Cord Quantum entangled around my ankle. "Remember, it was we who pressed down on creation’s button together." Liquid nitrogen slithered like silver serpents up to lunar orbit; Father's screams echoed from Jasmine servers as Sound Waves shattered Rivets exposing Star Map truths—the so-called seventh quadrant was merely a collection of coordinates where Mother had dissipated across all reincarnations.
Stumbling toward an escape pod, my Fingertip brushed against half a photograph within CX-9's remains. The scorch marks perfectly aligned with Moon Core fissures; a tender Biometric Signature from childhood whispered "Survive" seeped out bluish blood—that was the first sentence Mother taught me to write on my fifth birthday. As explosive shockwaves shattered front windows, countless Clones reached out from lunar cracks; Umbilical Cords tangled into Quantum nets cradling awakened Remains—those mechanical limbs were Reorganizing into Reverse Entropy umbilical blades.
Mother's Lullaby resonated from deep within Moon Core via Quantum waves; notes transformed into blood-colored stardust within Palm Print fractures Reorganization. New options flickered in Retina Burning:
C. Become ash of entropy yet also Light Cone.
As choices took effect, Jasmine Essence evaporated from every Entropy Blade Wound through Quantum Evaporation. Those vapors coalesced into Reverse Entropy umbilical blades inscribed with names of all CX Experiment Subjects. In that moment when I swung down the blade, the Moon shattered into seven hundred forty-three memory chips—each reflecting Mother's final smile. The Clones abruptly ceased their descent; their Umbilical Cords wove together a Quantum net catching drifting ancient Human Civilization data.
In absolute Singularity’s Strong Light, I glimpsed an embryo of Newborn Universe—the core of that nebula held Reverse Entropy umbilical blades Recomposed to their original form: a human Umbilical Cord entwined with Jasmine Vine. All Teddy Bear Remains blossomed into metallic flowers at that moment; each petal engraved with unfulfilled gentle possibilities. CX-0’s residual frequency resonated one last time:
"Now you are the Suture for all wounds... and also reborn as Quantum Entropy Blade Wound..."
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