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In 2035, in San Francisco, quantum physicist Arthur Crowder's wife was killed in a "perfect murder." There were no fingerprints, no witnesses—only half of a high-tech alloy button, clearly belonging to future technology. To uncover the truth, Arthur infiltrated his own creation, the "Novous Timefold Experiment," but a malfunction in the equipment threw him into parallel timelines. He gradually discovered that in each timeline, a different version of himself was enacting vengeance in various ways. All clues pointed to a more terrifying truth—the murderer was Raymond Stone, his mentor, who had "died" twenty years ago due to an experimental failure caused by Arthur himself. After crossing twelve timelines, Arthur was forced to choose between saving his wife and maintaining the stability of time itself. Ultimately, he uncovered an even darker conspiracy—the collective manipulation of human memories.

The Chrono's Redemption

The inner walls of the quantum cocoon exuded black maternal milk as Arthur curled in the gravitational well, holding the negative-mass infant. This life form, cut from Erin's crystallized body, was devouring the laws of physics, and its cries created a sonic storm of Klein bottle structures in the vacuum.

"Its mass is -1.6×10^19 kg." Erin's remaining consciousness flickered in the cocoon. "You must feed it with hatred to neutralize..."

Arthur's quantum heart suddenly experienced reverse pain — the more he tried to love the child, the more CR-2049 components would grow on the surface of his organs. When he slit his wrist to feed it, the blue blood formed a hologram of Mary's death in the air, and each sip the baby took erased the existence of that scene.

Outside the cocoon, the mechanical midwives' footsteps echoed — they were the maternal vacuum pumps designed by Raymond. Through the crystalline wall, Arthur saw these steel midwives breastfeeding other negative-mass infants using Einstein's brain matter. The oldest infant suddenly turned its head, and miniature black holes spun within its pupils. "Dad, why do you kill all the mothers?"

At that moment, the crystallized remnants of Erin erupted in a burst of light, and Arthur's retina recorded the ultimate birthing chamber: Raymond was pressing Mary's brain matter into powdered milk cans, each barcode corresponding to an AC clone's ID. At the end of the production line, his elderly self was stuffing the cans into Erin's original body's chest cavity.

"Motherly love is the greatest source of entropy in civilization." Raymond's voice leaked from the milk can. "That's why I created negative-mass infants — they feed on maternal love memories to maintain temporal stability."

Arthur's quantum tendrils pierced the cocoon and, holding the infant, fell into Einstein's brain maze. The mass-energy equation here was materialized into a gallows, and each person executed was a breastfeeding Erin clone. When they touched the bronze plaque of E=mc², the baby suddenly expelled a singularity with the scent of jasmine, altering the equation to E=Δτ (the increment of hatred).

Deep within the maze, the song of Mary's final moments echoed. Arthur followed the sound and broke through the quantum blood-brain barrier. Here, twelve uterine-like incubators floated, each linked to a different temporal murder scene. In the largest incubator, Erin's original body was strangling a baby version of Raymond with an umbilical cord, while the monitor displayed the operator's ID as AC-2049.

"Cognitive rumination starts." The mechanical midwives closed in from all sides, their milk suction needles engraved with the CR-2049 number. At that moment, Arthur's quantum heart mutated, and the swelling hatred formed a Dirac tsunami, sending the midwives into the black hole of the mass-energy equation.

When the baby swallowed the last midwife, Arthur suddenly understood Erin's final words — this negative-mass life form was the true memory singularity. In its pupil's reflection, the ultimate truth of Raymond's laboratory emerged: every Erin across the timelines had willingly chosen to die, just to cultivate enough quantum hatred within Arthur to tear the fabric of space-time.

"Now, it is time to harvest." The baby's vocal cords suddenly matured like Raymond's. It tore open its own abdomen, revealing the vacuum decay trigger inside. "Press it, and all mothers will die."

As Arthur's fingertip touched the button, the quantum cocoon suddenly became transparent. He saw countless Earths from across timelines withering, each core curled with crying negative-mass infants, while Erins stretched out their arms from the event horizon of black holes, like exiled maternal milk galaxies.

Maternal Singularity