Quantum Love Letter

While Evander's mechanical prosthesis was twitching on the operating table and writing the Schrödinger equation, Seraphina was graffitiing on the ICU wall with stolen radioactive iodine. Every stroke of her pen made the radiation detector dance flamenco, and every derivation of his formula made the electrocardiogram spit out binary swear words.

"Your heart," Evander suddenly ripped open his hospital gown, revealing the Gemini chip spinning in his chest, "is sending pornographic pictures to my hippocampus."

Seraphina licked the nuclear waste off the paintbrush: "That's my childhood photo, pervert." She threw out the bandage stained with chemotherapy, accurately wrapped around his prosthesis that was trying to call the police, "Say it again, who allowed you to install a Twitter client in my ventricle?"

Their quarrel was interrupted by the sound of the dome glass shattering. Twelve drones dragged in anti-gravity silk like wedding dresses, sprinkling nano snow mixed with sedatives and marriage proposals.

"Eclipse Group's friendly reminder," the sweet AI female voice stuck to the ventilator with the snowflakes, "The 250th 'Rebuilding Love' Charity Dinner sincerely invites you--"

Seraphina crushed the infusion bag, and the glucose mixed with her blood into pink magma: "Ha, you almost killed us one foot, and then you sent out invitations?"

Evander's irises flashed with data streams: "The invitation has a micro black hole built in it. If you refuse to attend, you will be strangled by quantum entanglement within twelve minutes." He paused, "And your favorite part is included-edible gunpowder cakes will be provided on site."

"Deal." Seraphina welded the catheter into an arc whip, "but I want to wear a skirt that can blow up the dance floor."

The banquet hall is suspended in a tear-shaped bubble in the stratosphere. Seraphina's dress is woven with 500 pieces of shredder scraps from the stock market crash, and every step she takes emits ashes with the smell of money. Evander's suit lining was replaced with her provocative graffiti - as long as the heartbeat exceeds 120, a holographic ghost with the middle finger raised will be projected on the collar.

"Target locked." He touched the biochip behind his ear, "At nine o'clock, the one wearing the meteorite wedding dress is Xu Shuangrong, and the blue diamond she wears is the prototype of the emotion suppressor."

Seraphina snatched the crystal glass on the top of the champagne tower, and the nebula-shaped cocktail was dancing in it: "I am more concerned about the robot waiter - the back of his head is inserted with the brain wave stealer I sold to the black market last week."

Their quarrel was drowned out by applause. Under the spotlight, Dr. Linde, the chief scientist of the Eclipse Group, appeared. The neural halo around her neck made Seraphina's chip scream suddenly - it was the same neck ring as the woman who burned down the orphanage.

"Tonight we will witness the future of love!" Lind spread his mechanical wings, the feathers made of countless smiling baby holograms, "Please welcome our 'true love' candidate - Miss Xu Shuangrong, and her perfect partner prototype!"

In the crystal coffin raised by the lift, there lay a cyborg exactly like Evander.

"Oh, oh," Seraphina poked the real Evander, "your inflatable doll is here to ask for wages."

Evander's micro-expression analysis system crashed for 0.03 seconds: "They copied my hippocampus, but deleted..." He suddenly froze - the cyborg's eyes opened to Seraphina's molten gold.

Dr. Lind's fingertips slid across the cyborg's open chest, where two hearts beat in sync with quantum entanglement: "This is the form that evolution should take - the result of the mating of absolute rationality and absolute madness."

Seraphina's dress began to smoke - the acid she secreted when she was angry was dissolving the fabric. Evander pressed the homemade bomb on her waist: "Wait until they start the synchronization test, that's when the explosion will happen."

"Why?"

"In that body," he wiped the corrosive sweat dripping from her nose, "there are our stolen memory particles."

The robot dancing the waltz suddenly twitched and danced the twerking dance.

The biochemical Evander went berserk during the synchronization test, tore open Xu Shuangrong's wedding dress with his bare hands, took out the blue diamond inhibitor under her ribs and swallowed it. Dr. Lind recorded the data excitedly: "What a perfect loss of control! Now inject the catalyst!"

The real Evander hacked into the sound system in the melee, turning Chopin's nocturne into death metal: "They buried antimatter salivary glands in my clone."

Seraphina had already torn off the crystal chandelier and swung it over the cyborg's head: "Tell me--" She wrapped her legs around the clone's neck, "Does it feel good to steal someone else's heartbeat?"

The clone suddenly showed a sad smile, an expression that had never appeared on the real Evander's face: "I have been drifting in your empathy garbage dump for seven years, four months and nine days." He spit out the corroded blue diamond, and a holographic projection of the orphanage fire appeared in the diamond, "She lied to all of us, sister."

Seraphina's pupils trembled. Memories were annihilated and reborn like antimatter--

She was not the only one in the fire. There was also a boy locked in the explosion-proof cabin, slapping the glass and calling her name. It's not Evander, but it has eyes similar to his, which freeze when it cries.

The real Evander was shot. Dr. Linde's neural whip pierced his quantum chip: "My dear Prometheus, do you think you can overthrow Olympus by stealing two defective products?"

Seraphina's eardrums exploded. Not by the sound of gunfire, but by the million-year memory suddenly awakened in the chip. She saw her twelve-year-old self squatting in front of the cloning chamber, distributing the stolen strawberry cake to thirty-seven trembling Evander prototypes.

"It's game time." She crushed the blue diamond and swallowed the antimatter core inside, "Let's give this mother a retrograde birth canal."

When the fire protection system began to spray liquid plutonium, the fake Evander used his body to block the explosion for them. Before he disappeared, he injected memory particles into Seraphina's chip: "Go find Lab Zero, in the tears of Tau Ceti..."

The real Evander dragged his shot leg and overloaded the wormhole generator in the banquet hall: "Hold me tight, unless you want to be teleported to the Big Bang singularity."

Seraphina bit his earlobe in the space distortion: "This is the fare, bastard."

When they fell into the nuclear explosion site in the Sahara Desert, only the burning code remained on Seraphina's dress, and fluorescent topological fluid flowed out of Evander's wound. In the starry sky, Dr. Lind's face formed a constellation in low-Earth orbit: "My lovely children, Mom will wait for you to come home."

Evander suddenly turned his wrist, revealing a new countdown under his skin - 7 days, 6 hours and 42 minutes.

"She installed a supernova trigger in my genes." He smiled as if he had finally found a loophole in the program, "Now we are literally 'dead couple'."

Seraphina raised her middle finger to the moon, and the electromagnetic pulse bursting from her fingertips wrote a huge swear word. The radiation scorpions in the desert began to sway to the rhythm.

"Do you know what is more romantic than blowing up the solar system?" She pried open his ribs and poured the high temperature of the desert into the quantum chip, "I will teach you to dance cheek to cheek on the seventh day from the last."

Their shadows entangled into a DNA double helix on the nuclear explosion monument. In the distance, Xu Shuangrong's tattered wedding dress was burning on the sand dunes, and a brand new silicon-based life form crawled out of the blue diamond ashes - patient zero of this love plague.