Library

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

"Iron Flower" When Tiedan crushed the chip of the seventh substitute, Lin Xi's voice suddenly boomed from the speaker: "Brother, he embedded my retina in Hassan's mechanical eye." The robot's optical lens suddenly shrunk - the sunflower seeds floating in the substitute's blood, and the "37" notch on the seed coat were exactly the same as the number in my sister's last experiment log. Before Cam took his last breath in the slums, he stuffed half of his wedding ring into the cooling vent of the iron egg. "There are detoxification roots in the bones of the girl's mother." The blood of the secret police seeped into the naan. "Hassan thought he had burned down the laboratory, but he didn't know that Lin Xi had already split his genes into three parts." Clusters of golden flowers suddenly bloomed from the cracks on the iron egg's back. The girl clapped her hands and smiled: "Brother Robot has blossomed! It looks like my mother's grave!" Lin Ye zoomed in on the screen, and on the shredded paper wrapped around the roots, her sister's handwriting was smeared with blood: "Let the roots crawl along the toxin tube." The cultivation chamber in the Arctic ice cave bursts. The projector in Eli's left eye burned the truth on the ice wall: the boy's iris code was the wedding anniversary of Lin Xi and Cam. "He's trying to fight with my memory," the clone's blood spattered on the screen, "using the nerves of seven stand-ins." Hassan's scales peeled off, and the gears of the mechanical heart bit out sparks: "I'm waiting for her to come back." Tiedan's storage compartment exploded, and tens of millions of seeds rushed around the world. In Lin Ye's headphones, three overlapping images rolled over his eardrums - the clone's gasp, Eli's exclamation, and the Security Council's chuckle: "Brother, count the number of flowers in bloom. Those are the paper boats that have not been burned."