As Xie Peifeng fell into permanent sleep in the embryonic fluid, all the clones suddenly began humming the Icelandic lullaby Xie Tunan had composed as a child. The laboratory’s quantum clock began running backward, and their mother’s hologram reassembled in the liquid nitrogen to reveal her final riddle:
“ The real S-1080…”
“…is the one your brother built for you in five-dimensional space…”
“…an eternally silent refuge.”
Outside the window, a gray pigeon suddenly plunged toward the cloning pod. Its wings spread a blood-red Lorenz attractor across the bulletproof glass. The last thing Xie Peifeng heard before his consciousness faded was Xie Tunan’s heartbeat, reviving seven hundred meters above him. At last, its rhythm was no longer lying.
(A younger, obsessive brother with Asperger’s syndrome ✖️ a gentle, universally adored older brother) A little cyberpunk
