I Am the Dean in My Mother's Arms

I, Kara, am the first carbon-silicon paradox body to give birth naturally in the universe. Just after birth, the 113-year-old former dean was killed by relying on 113 self-evident paradoxes. In the arms of his mother, he is in charge of Qingshan Lunatic Asylum. My bloodline is an unsolvable formula: Mother, a semi-silicified human, cancer; father, a quantum soul in a full silicon can, died. My guardianship team is all lunatics in the administrator's file: The doctor who bargains with time, the researcher who writes poems using gravity, the technician who gives a recital for tumor biopsies. The joint report concluded: "Babies may be taught bad habits." My campaign platform: "Let all the 'abnormal' go home." 137 Carbon-silicon civilizations voted unanimously to grant me the ultimate right to extubate. I used milk stains to sign the No. 1 Hospital rule: Excessive normality is the most critical syndrome. The only prescription: love, no need to falsify, just take it directly. " The waiting list has been extended to the outside of the galaxy: Logical mysophobia, the eternal fetus that refuses to be born for hundreds of years, the crying Wi-Fi, the atmosphere of collective nothingness... Patient No. 001 Will always be me. I refused to be born - because the universe refused to provide logical proof of love. I chose to be born again - because I returned to my mother's body and negotiated with the cancer cells: "Let a mother go. " In the warm cradle of maternal love, I signed for pathology reports from all over the universe. The first thing to be extubated was the rule itself that judged me as "unqualified". ——With the thumb I am sucking, and the paradox that I haven't finished crying yet.