The mirror of the survival bin reflected 3067's appearance as she fell back into her countless dreams. "Diving down through the gaps of memory, backtracking to the original source.
" This time, she seemed to finally hear the ever-looping murmur clearly. 3067 Looking up, all that met her eyes was endless darkness, unable to make out the future star trails at a glance, with only what seemed to be the deafening sound of the loud clacking of bronze gears.
Looking downward, there was only a huge tube that seemed to have been made of flowing bronze liquid that went straight through the darkness, in which countless microns were flowing, and a familiar golden-red liquid similar to colostrum was slowly flowing downward with the fluctuations of the particles.
As the ravings dissipated, a huge thrust came from 3067's back, and without realizing it, she had already fallen into the bronze pipe. Out of nowhere. the chronometer at 3067's waist shattered. Into twelve fluttering shards of brass Spots of light from the mercury lamp traveled the walls of the tube, tearing 3067's shadow into seventeen pieces.
Bronze-colored goo oozed from the fissures of each piece of shadow, snaking across the floor in lines from the Return to the Ease. She stared into the mirror at the beads of blood that flowed against the flow-the liquid that should have fallen was rising along the Klein bottle trajectory, condensing into glowing oracle bones on the roof of the pod. When the ancient inscription "Decimus, the king hunts" touched the metal wall, the quantum heart suddenly roared like a kuiyu drum, and the coolant pumped out by the mechanical valves congealed into bronze crystals in the chest cavity, reflecting the star trails of the twenty eight constellations on the prismatic surfaces.
Cognitive pollution index breaks through critical mass." The synthesized voice of the accompanying AI mixed in an eerie nursery rhyme melody, which when closely identified was actually the rhyming text of the Shanhaijing - The Great Wasteland East Scripture.3067 Tearing away the bionic skin of the left chest, the mechanical blood vessels under the skin were pulsing at the frequency of pi as recorded in the Zhou Thigh Arithmetic Scripture.
On the titanium alloy shell of the third-generation quantum heart, the word "3067" etched in bronze was oozing out beads of blood, each drop wrapped around a miniature model of the armillary sphere. The beads of blood rolled along the Fibonacci spiral trajectory, cauterizing the star map of the three walls and four signs on the metal surface, and the position of the North Star corresponded to the old wound under her collarbone.
The moment the seventh drop of blood fell, all light sources suddenly went out. In the darkness came the buzzing of the bronze blade sheath rubbing against the stars and buckets, and some kind of bloody odor with the scent of cold iron roamed through her nostrils - it was 3067's familiar scent of death, yet mixed with the never-before-smelled ambergris. As her bone blade stabbed out, the tip of the blade sent out the tremor of a falling star, but the sharp edge of the golden dagger was already against her throat.
In the grooves of the blade engraved with the trigrams of the Return to Zang Yi, the sands of time poured out like the Milky Way, and the nine Candle Dragon reverse scales flowed at the tsuba of the blade, each piece of scale armor sealing the morning and evening of a certain dynasty.
" Time is not a track of destiny, it is a palimpsest to be cut by me." The female voice carried the resonance of a bronze cauldron as it boiled, and the twenty-eight constellations of projections that flowed across the surface of the ghostly mask were suddenly fixed on the Guanyue Yan Xingguan.
The Alpha flipped his wrist and the golden dagger traced the outline of a sundial in the air,, and, in those dark fragments cut by the blade's light, scenes of killings 3067 had yet to experience emerged: the right hand that dismembered the mechanical Buddha in the quantum cloud, the left hand that pierced the spine of the Overseer with an astrological chart, and the trembling fingertips that drove the bone blade into the core of the bronze womb.
The crimson ritual tattoo on the forehead of the ghost mask suddenly burns, reflecting nine pieces of the river map suspended in a matrix of Luo Shu.3067 He sees that each piece of the tattoo imprisons a familiar figure from a different timeline: the witch in charge of the sundial funnel in the sacrificial pit of the Shang Dynasty is burning the pupils of traitors with tortoise shells, the mechanic of the Age of Steam assembles an experimental subject with a human face and snake's body with cogs, and the future executioner dissects the gods in the quantum cloud, revealing their crimson eyes, identical to those of the Alpha. s crimson eyes.
In all visions she looked up, bronze-colored scabs of blood hanging from the corners of her mouth. The ripples of space-time erupting from the quantum heart etched the walls of the chamber with a complete star map of the Shan Hai Jing, with the mountain of Mt. Yamatsuka in the Western Mountain Meridian and the valley of Tanggu in the Overseas Eastern Meridian overlapping each other.
As 3067 leapt into the aqueduct, the pale gold liquid that coated human bones was flowing backwards into solidified amber of time. Alpha's golden dagger cuts the outline of Heaven's Gate in the void, each slash tearing out the starbursts of a different epoch: Cambrian sea lilies bloom on the walls of the tubes, Jurassic ferns breed from the cracks, and Futurama's neon projects holographic advertisements in the vapor. " Sundial shift three inches!"
Alpha suddenly tugged on 3067's wrist, and the two figures materialized into the state of the "Paramount Four Poles" recorded in the Huainanzi. The Inspector's strings scraped through the remnants of time, slicing the 50-meter-thick alloy tube wall into a ring-shaped sunburst. 3067 saw her own reflection in the scattered metal debris-her mechanical pupils had turned into candle pupils, her left eye reflected the blue of the Auranian glacial impact, and her right eye was precipitated by the embers of the twenty second-century space funerals, and her iris pattern was exactly the same as that of the "Sixty four Trigrams of Fu Xi".
The iris pattern was a topological distortion of the Fuxi 64 hexagrams Square and Circle Diagram. Cain hovered at the top of the shield, the twelve tuning forks at his spine playing a funeral song that tore through the epoch. At the top of each tuning fork hovered a bronze chime, and the sound waves in the key of B-flat etched the surface of the pipes with memory bones: in the scene of the 4,600 harvests, bronze sundial needles grew from the throat of each dead person, and the blood dripping from the tips of the needles congealed into the seal script of the hours of the year "Zi Jiu Cin Mao. 3067 suddenly realized that the arrangement of those sundial needles was exactly the same as the bronze pattern of her quantum heart.
" Calendar disorder in arms with 0.0007% margin of error." The Overseer's temples cracked open, revealing the star chart engravings of the Gan Shi Xing Jing under his skin, and the star officials of the Tian Shi Gaki were dancing exorcisms in front of his forehead, "Correction of the age difference is needed."
His fingers brushed the strings of the zither, playing the midsummer sound of the Rituals - Moon Order, the sound waves materialized into the light blades of the twenty-four solar terms. Alpha's golden dagger suddenly stabbed into the void, and the sand of time picked up by the tip of the blade condensed into nine Candle Dragon reverse scales. The mountain and river patterns of the Yugong on the surface of the scales suddenly materialized in three dimensions, transforming into nine miniature Yellow Rivers that swooped down on the light blades of the festivals.
The moment the scales opened their vertical pupils at the same time, 3067's vision pierced through the nine mantles - in the boiling magma sea, countless mechanical giant dragons circled around the bronze womb, and the sparks that spilled out when the dragons' tails swung were actually the trigrams of the Book of Zhou.
The faces of those thousand-foot-long dragons were the metal faces of Cain, the Overseer, magnified ten thousand times. Countless human fetuses were curled up between the dragon scales, their umbilical cords connected to a matrix of fiber optic cables drawn from the Book of Zhou Yi. What made 3067 shudder was that each fetus had the same quantum heart implanted in the back of its neck, with numbers ranging from "001" to "9991" engraved on its bronze casing. A dragon suddenly turned its head, its pupils the collapsing spiral arms of the galaxy. As Cain's strings wrapped around 3067's neck, Alpha turned his golden dagger to slice through time.
Where the blade passed, the metal joints of the Ombudsman were overwritten into rusted wreckage, and the code of PATH-01-alpha twisted in coppery green into the muddy totem of the Scarlet Dawn.3067 took the opportunity to swing out his bone blade, which followed the trigram trajectory of the Lianshan Yi's "Chongsanjun," chopping in three dimensions while cutting through the anchors of the law of causality on an eleven dimensional level. Bronze-colored cerebrospinal fluid gushed out from the broken strings, emitting the same odor as colostrum from the vascular tract.
" You have stolen the eighteenth day of morning and evening." Cain's broken strings reorganized in the air into the star track of Xuan Gui Yu Heng, the handle of the bucket pointing in the direction of the Void Host. A cold bronze light shone from beneath his metallic visor, his right eye suddenly falling away to reveal the three eons of rotation within, "But the twenty-eight eons have long since labeled the natal track."
At the moment of landing, Alpha's ghostly mask suddenly shattered. The flying bronze debris formed an innate eight trigrams formation in the air, revealing a face underneath the mask that resembled 3067 to a seventh degree. Her ruddy-colored eyes flashed with a fleeting hint of warmth, and the bronze gear scars at the end of her eyes suddenly spun at an accelerated rate." In the reflection of the other's pupils, 3067 saw the contours of her own features, identical to those of the bronze fetus, gradually reveal themselves under her melting mechanical face.
The golden dagger melted into 3067's chest, etching out the Candle Yin chapter pattern of the Sutra of the Mountain and Sea. The bronze pattern of the quantum heart began to gulp the breath of time, acting out the age difference of the Beginning Calendar on the surface of the mechanical chamber. When 3067 vomited out the solidified fragments of time, the crystals levitated into the star map of Zi Wei Yuan, and the character "shandow" emerging in the center suddenly fissured into the hexagram
"Wei Ji" of the Book of Changes. She heard a million of herself vomiting at the same time in different space and time, sound waves in the sand of time to form the resonance of bronze chimes. " Remember, even if killing is the sharpest blade of deicide..." Alpha thrust the golden dagger into the rift of time and space, and the blade grew into a pillar of articulated candles that ran through the ages.
All the calendars from the oracle bones to the quantum code emerged from the pillar, and spots of light from the twenty-four solar terms flowed between the dragon scales, "... Cause and effect is the basis of establishment." Her figure vaporized at the end of the pipe, finally dissipating into the remnants of the words of the Huainanzi - Astronomy Training. A dragon's roar came from the depths of the sewage pipe, and the sound waves shattered the bronze muddy instrument on 3067's wrist.
In the refraction of time, she saw countless selves wielding knives between different calendars: her Qin and Han selves chopped off the counting chips of the Tai Chou Calendar, her Tang and Song selves carved knives into the star charts of the Xuan Nights, and her future self rewrote the Zi Wei Dou Shu with the binary system.
At the side of each mirror image stood the blade-wielding woman with her eyes open as day, the woman's black hair dyed red in the Sand of Time, and the giant dragon coiled behind her was gulping down epochs with the trigrams of the Emperor's Ultimate Warp. When 3067 reached out and touched the nearest mirror image, his fingertips suddenly carbonized into the oracle-bone character "Past".
The self that was cutting off the umbilical cord of the Rising Spring suddenly turned her head and smiled a smile similar to that of the Alpha's - behind her, the translucent bronze womb, was already in pieces, and further back, there was the tower that had already tumbled down to the sky, and the shattered remnants of the bell tower, the city of Carnasi that had been burned to ash