A holographic projection of the Milky Way’s spiral arms shimmered above the console. The infant’s brainwave frequency suddenly spiked to one hundred thousand times its normal value, and every electronic device in the nursery began to play an ancient lullaby in unison. Lin Mo watched as the afterimage of the System Spirit twisted above the champagne tower into the shape of a Mobius Strip.
"Your son is rewriting physical constants," the System Spirit’s voice crackled. "Mammalian neurons were never meant to..."
Before the sentence could finish, the infant suddenly opened its eyes. It was not the chaotic gaze of a newborn—deep within those pupils, Lin Mo saw the ruins of the Mars Base and his own aged face forty years into the future. The milk stains on the diaper began to expand in three dimensions, constructing the topological structure of a Klein Bottle in the air.
Chapter 63