Memory Auction House

As Evander's mechanical kidneys filtered whiskey in a sandstorm, Seraphina grilled scorpions on a skewer with nuclear radiation. The desert night sky was rippled by the passing of quantum whales, whose songs made the Geiger counter tap dance.

"Your kidneys brewed 82-year-old Lafite," Seraphina sprayed flames at the bottle, "while my liver protested against human rights organizations."

Evander wiped the silicon-based dust from his artificial eyes, and his retina projected Dr. Lind's latest wanted poster - their heads were priced in antimatter currency units. "According to the law of desert survival," he tore open the radiation-burned skin to reveal the fluorescent blood vessels underneath, "you should use kisses to filter uranium 238 for me."

Seraphina stuffed the charred scorpion into his mouth: "This is Article 69 of the Desert Law: Pay protection before flirting."

Their flirting was interrupted by a tremor in the ground. The sand dunes suddenly collapsed into a vortex, revealing a memory bank buried for centuries. The titanium alloy archway is engraved with "Selling the life you never lived", and the door lock is two still beating human hearts.

"Welcome ceremony of Lab Zero." Evander's chip oozes blue blood as he approaches, "These hearts... are our clones."

Seraphina's irises split into a kaleidoscope: "Correction - it's a wedding invitation." She tore the ventricular blood vessels with her bare hands and squeezed the two hearts into a DNA double helix key, "I have stolen worse marriages than this."

The inside of the memory bank is a backward flow of time.

The pain of infancy floats in the crystal display case, the test tubes hanging from the ceiling are filled with dandruff from the midlife crisis, and there is even a special area auctioning "The warmth of the first kiss - limited edition before World War III". Bidders in chemical protective suits use their pupils to scan the code to bid, and their tears are collected in the storage tank marked "Emotional Futures".

"Welcome to the Black Market of Life." The holographic shopping guide has Dr. Lind's lips and Evander's eyes, "Your exclusive auction items are ready in the VIP room."

Seraphina's electronic skirt turned into a data stream and pierced the host: "I bet fifty cents it's a sexual memory."

"It's an embryo." Evander's voiceprint unlocked the secret room, "Our uncontaminated original gene chain."

Inside the bulletproof glass cover, two embryos soaked in dark matter are entangled with each other. The embryo on the left with the "Prometheus-7" label has Evander's algorithm pattern, and the umbilical cord of the "Seraph-0" embryo on the right is Seraphina's luminous DNA.

"So we are the illegitimate children of test-tube babies." Seraphina breathed on the display case and drew genital graffiti on the glass, "Old witch Linde's Barbie doll house?"

Evander's prosthetic limbs suddenly went berserk and carved an equation on the wall: "The liquid nitrogen composition of the embryo storage chamber... is the ratio of the atmosphere of the star Tau Ceti."

The auction gavel suddenly sounded by itself. Dr. Linde's projection rose from the embryo chamber: "Dear children, have you played enough house?" Her mechanical wings sprinkled neural viruses, "Now return your sweetheart to your mother."

The battle turned into ballet in the anti-gravity field.

Seraphina tore off the auctioneer's spine and used it as an electric guitar, and the sound waves shattered three hundred memory cans. The cries of childhood and the sighs of old age mixed into a poisonous mist, corroding Evander's titanium alloy skeleton. He hacked into the ventilation system while coughing up blood and transformed the neural virus into a hallucinogen.

"Your left lung is playing jazz." Seraphina used bulletproof glass to block the particle cannon for him, "and the egg in my right ovary is writing a doomsday novel."

Dr. Lind's true body emerged from the embryo chamber - her body was made up of countless baby clones, and each palm had the face of Evander and Seraphina. "Why resist?" Thousands of mouths sang in chorus, "You were designed as a weapon of love."

The real rampage began with embryo fusion.

The moment Seraphina swallowed the "Seraph-0" embryo, her hair turned into a living equation. After Evander was injected with the "Prometheus-7" gene fluid, a nebula-shaped eyeball cracked on his chest. Their kiss triggered a singularity explosion, twisting the memory bank into a womb shape.

"Surprise pregnancy session!" Supernovas flashed in Seraphina's womb, "Are you going to be a father or a bomb?"

Evander used the umbilical cord to weave a Schrodinger's cat cradle: "According to the genetic agreement, we share custody and detonation rights."

Dr. Lind screamed in the folds of space, and her cloned body was sucked into the quantum amniotic fluid created by the two. When the last baby finger disappeared, the whole desert began to rain memories - every drop of water carried the lives being auctioned.

At dawn, they lay in a submarine transformed from a camel corpse, floating on the memory ocean transformed by the desert. A countdown projection appeared on Seraphina's abdomen: 5 days and 13 hours.

"I'll tell you a secret." She poked the newly born nebula eye on Evander's chest, "I peeked at your childhood nightmare - you wrote me a love letter in the incubator."

Evander grabbed her festering finger: "That's the stress secretion of the frontal lobe of the brain."

"Bullshit." Seraphina spat out a bloody quantum chip, "My name is encoded 237 times with dopamine on it."

The submarine was suddenly lifted up by a giant. A mechanical whale rose from the ocean of memory, its steel body engraved with the logo of "Laboratory Zero". The whale opened its mouth, revealing a wormhole leading to Tau Ceti, and its singing was in sync with the alarm sound of the orphanage fire that night.

Seraphina's embryo began to glow: "It seems that the baby wants to visit the cosmic womb."

Evander calibrated the submarine's doomsday engine: "It is recommended that prenatal education courses include supernova birth and black hole weaning."

They kissed in the galaxy composed of whale stomach acid, and the earth behind them was auctioning the last piece of pure love. The remains of Dr. Lind float in the memory garbage belt and are being transformed into a new god by the cosmic cockroaches.