Lin Mo’s fingertips still bore the photosynthetic pigments from the genealogy paper as the red alarm on his retinal projection suddenly twisted into a spiral. The air in the nursery began to stratify, and the absolute spacetime within one square meter around the crib shimmered like gelatin.
"The Board of Directors’ materials..." Su Yuqing’s voice returned from the eleventh dimension, transforming into fragmented quantum echoes.
Before she could finish, the solid wood changing table suddenly hovered to the height of the ceiling. The five-month-old infant waved its spit-covered fists, and every plush toy in the room began to rotate counterclockwise in unison.
Chapter 112