Chapter 37: Parasitic Fetus Memorizes Das Kapital

The umbilical cord of the parasitic fetus is strangling the radiation doctor who delivered her when Maya's abdomen splits open.

"Commodity... Is the value of... Condensation..." The swollen head of the fetus squeezes out of the birth canal, a mechanical synthesized voice emanating from beneath its unopened eyelids, "... Surplus value by capitalists..."

Rule #179: All deformed children must pass a political economy test.Luna's pupil tracker reveals that the parasitic fetus has miniature Das Kapital chips embedded in its cerebral sulcus gyrus and convenience store price tags wrapped around its spinal nerves.Maya's cries of anguish are FM'd to a stock ticker symbol, and each cry of pain corresponds to a tremor in the futures market.

"Kill me..." She ripped open her pubic sutures to reveal a fluorescent green radioactive placenta, "... It's sucking my class consciousness!"

The parasitic fetus suddenly opens its eyes and projects a hologram in its iris - the President of the Convenience Store is injecting the embryo with a "residual value extractor", and the syringe plunger is Cole's crushed femur. The frequency of the fetus's vocal cord vibrations causes the surgical lights to burst en masse, sending shards of glass into the air to form a portrait of Marx.

"Rule 180 addendum!" Luna dissects the placenta with a chainsaw, "All theoretical output is subject to a practice tax."

The chest cavity of the parasitic fetus suddenly fissured as the Das Kapital chip was pinched out with tweezers. Three hundred radioactive cockroaches pour out, each with the names of convenience store shareholders carved into its back. They form humanoid silhouettes and tap out the melody of the Internationale with their tentacles.Maya's uterus begins to translucence, revealing fluorescent slogans on its inner walls: 

"Your uterus is a petri dish of surplus value" 

The riot erupts as the cockroach swarm sets itself on fire.

As the burning bug corpses spell out a class struggle map, Luna discovers that the parasitic fetus has a memory bomb planted in its brain stem-the very same surveillance footage of the convenience store president writing the Employee Exploitation Handbook in the next room while she was being violated by Cole as a child. The exploding brain matter splatters on the wall, forming the latest futures prices: 

"Proletariat Misery Index up 300%" 

"Section 181!" Luna transforms Maya into a human megaphone, "All revolutionary proclamations must be encrypted in menstrual blood."

The stump of the parasitic fetus suddenly squirmed. Its fingers plugged into a power outlet, transforming the entire maternity ward into a panoramic prison model. In the projection of the barred windows, three thousand clones are repeatedly assembling Capitalist chips on an assembly line, while the overseer is a hologram of the president of the convenience store.Maya's breastmilk suddenly spews acidic liquid, corroding the head of Lenin on the floor.

"Surprise?" The vocal cords of the parasitic fetus regenerate in Maya's throat, "I'm the real union leader..." Its umbilical cord wraps around Luna's wrist, "... You're just in the chain of exploitation..."

The moment the scalpel pierces the fetus's forehead, holographic slogans explode in the night sky.Jax's converted blimp is air-dropping leaflets into the slums, each soaked in Luna's follicular fluid, the text meeting the air to reveal itself: 

"Strikes are the aphrodisiacs of capitalism!"

Moonlight is refracted by the class analyzer, and Luna sees her biodata cracking through the spectrum. Her uterus is labeled "means of production," her ovaries "surplus-value pumps," and her vagina is classified as a "consumerist channel" Maya bursts into action, smashing the analyzer with her placenta, and the nanobots in her amniotic fluid are instantly assembled into a miniature revolutionary army.

"Article 182!" Luna shoves the fetal remains back into Maya's abdominal cavity, "All theories must be validated by pain."

As the maternity ward collapses into rubble, the cries of the parasitic fetus dissolve into the audio of the Communist Manifesto. Surviving radiation cockroaches burrow into Maya's ear canal, etching new rules into her cerebral cortex: 

"When exploitation puts on a workman's uniform, forge the womb into a strike whistle."

In the distance comes a chorus of clones playing the Marseillaise with their altered cervixes.Luna's retina suddenly displays a genetic parse map- passages from Das Kapital woven into her DNA strands and the base pairs are the very signatures of the president of the convenience store.

A voice whispers on the wind, the will shared by all aborted fetuses: 

"We are the revolution you dare not start."