Cosmic Womb

Evander's spine was deconstructing into stardust in the quantum leap, and each of his vertebrae was shining with civilization codes from different eras. Seraphina bit his mechanical kidney as an oxygen mask, and in the nebula mass on her abdomen, billions of micro stars were giving birth.

"The frequency of fetal movement exceeds the threshold of supernova explosion," Evander knocked the inner wall of the spacecraft with his ribs, and the Morse code burned scorch marks on the metal, "I suggest you stop listening to death metal for the fetus."

Seraphina kicked open the hatch, and the vacuum of the universe poured in instantly, but was twisted into a pink milkshake-like substance by the gravitational field of her uterus: "This is prenatal education, asshole." She tore off the quantum umbilical cord of the navigation system and turned the spacecraft into a surfboard, "Hold on, the baby is going to surf!"

The tears of Tau Ceti are actually a pregnant living planet.

The atmosphere is made of amniotic fluid, the continental shelf is floating with placental reefs, and lightning is the nerve pulse of uterine contraction. When their spaceship crashed on the chorionic beach, the tide was swallowing up the carcass of the mechanical whale.

"Welcome to the origin of life theme park." Seraphina's amniotic fluid corroded oracle bones on the sand, "Warm reminder: Don't step on the menstruation of history."

Evander's nebula eye scanned the bronze hatch under the rock layer - Dr. Lind's gene lock was etched on it. When he tried to decode it, the embryo relief on the door suddenly came alive, and three thousand baby mouths sang in chorus: "Mom is waiting for you at the end of the womb."

Seraphina took out the burning quantum chip: "Open the door, or I'll let you experience the premature baby meal."

The door opened, and a waterfall of bloody memory data flowed out.

The core of Laboratory Zero is a beating earth core heart.

Their past and present lives floated in the incubator: seven-year-old Seraphina braiding the clone Evander's hair, twelve-year-old Evander eating the birthday cake crumbs she stole, and even their old age versions that never existed - skeletons kissing in the nuclear explosion ruins.

"Holographic projection scam." Evander burned the incubator that was playing the wedding video, "a low-level application of psychological tactics."

"Really?" Seraphina's abdomen suddenly shot out a laser, shattering the titanium alloy tablet with [Experimental Subject Destruction Record] written on it. Holographic logs fluttered like snowflakes:

The fusion test of Prometheus-7 and Seraph-0 failed for the 914th time... It is recommended to inject a lethal dose...

It was discovered that quantum entanglement can break the genetic lock... Apply for live birth experiment...

Caution: The experimental subject has dangerous emotional coupling...

The phantom of Dr. Lind rose from the blood pool, this time her body was woven from countless umbilical cords: "My children, killing each other will unlock the supernova countdown."

Seraphina's womb suddenly ejected a gamma-ray burst: "The old witch's divisive plan is more boring than your kidney stones."

The real attack came from underground.

Eight thousand clones broke out of the ground - half of their faces were Evander's algorithmic patterns, and half were Seraphina's molten gold irises. They whispered in mixed voices: "Why don't you want us? We are the perfect love algorithm..."

Evander's hacker dagger trembled: "Each clone carries 1% of our memory fragments."

"Let's have a memory carnival!" Seraphina tore open the nebula in her abdomen and released the fetus that was taking shape - a microcosm made of quantum foam and hatred.

The battle turned into an absurd Oedipus theater.

The clones strangled Seraphina's neck with their umbilical cords and kissed her, but were melted into love poems by the acid she secreted. Evander's nebula eyes emitted a civilization rise and fall ray, freezing the clones that rushed over into a group of ancient Greek sculptures.

"The third one on the left is imitating your hemorrhoid expression!" Seraphina laughed and twisted the clone's mechanical spine, "The group on the right is reenacting our first kiss - I bet they didn't expect you to bite my tongue!"

Evander's hacker program suddenly went berserk. He inserted his brain-computer interface and uploaded his consciousness to the quantum field created by the fetus: "I found the core - Lind hid the time anchor in his heart!"

Seraphina's amniotic fluid suddenly flowed back into the time crack. She saw her young self stuffing an embryo into the explosion-proof cabin in the ruins of the burning orphanage - the embryo's genetic sequence belonged to both her and Evander.

"Are we a fucking test-tube baby series?!"

Dr. Lind's true form finally appeared - she was a brain made up of test-tube baby embryos, suspended in an antimatter womb: "Dear, love is the mass-produced weapon I designed."

Seraphina's fetus suddenly cried like a supernova. The sound waves shattered the space-time structure of the laboratory. Evander grabbed her hand in the four-dimensional fragments: "There are 72 hours left in the countdown. It is recommended to use paradoxical childbirth to crack the gene lock!"

"Speak human language!"

"Kill our past at the time anchor point!"

They jumped into the burning orphanage memory, and behind them was Dr. Lind's embryo army collectively aborted in the space-time crack.

Auctioning at this moment:

NFT of the property rights of the cosmic womb

Patent code of Evander's nebula eye

Interstellar brewing rights of Seraphina's amniotic fluid

Unpublished love letters between the two (written on Hawking radiation)

And the real them are pulling each other's veils in the time loop. When Seraphina chopped at her infant self with a fire axe, Evander's kiss suddenly made the space-time paradox pregnant. The historical womb of the entire universe began to contract, giving birth to countless dusks that were difficult to distinguish between true and false.

"Congratulations," Evander put on her wedding ring made of a can during the singularity explosion, "You just murdered us in twenty-three parallel universes."

Seraphina swallowed the ring, and a new countdown appeared on her abdomen: "Where will we go for our next honeymoon? How about the delivery room of the Big Bang?"

In the distance, the star Tau Ceti was turning into a nebula in abortion. And a clone that was not destroyed picked up their lost quantum umbilical cord and began to write a new Genesis - this time the protagonists were the love plague and the mechanical gods.