JFWCM Chapter 27

Resonance of Mechanical Heartbeat and Strawberry Nebula Amusement Park

Resonance of Mechanical Heartbeat and Strawberry Nebula Amusement Park

The weekend’s quantum cherry blossom tunnel was soaked in a honey-colored sunset. Jiang Wan’yuan had just stuffed a strawberry-flavored cotton candy into her mouth when Yi Shang’s mechanical left hand gently hooked the back of her neck. Beta star fluid solidified into a transparent chain in her throat, locking her exclamation into shattered starlight. The Starlighter blue light in the other’s human pupils was pulsating at a dangerous frequency: “Excessive sugar intake detected, physical sugar reduction required.”

The holographic map behind them twisted into the shape of a wedding arch. Yi Shang’s mechanical heart had already detached from her chest, suspending itself with a cage woven from beta star fluid. Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural armor had just popped out a defensive stance when the program was tampered with by the other party’s nanobots. The armor automatically regressed to the white dress she wore when they first met, and the beta star crystals at the hem of the dress were oozing a scarlet glow with her accelerating heartbeat.

“Experiment capture, attempt number 13.” Yi Shang’s mechanical left hand pinched her waist, pinning her against the trunk of a quantum cherry blossom tree. A series of electric currents were stimulated when the metal knuckles brushed against her collarbone. “Target heart rate exceeds 200Hz, meeting the conditions for deep resonance.” Before the words had even faded, Jiang Wan’yuan suddenly felt the neural interface at the back of her neck forcibly connected. The two’s memories exploded in their sea of consciousness – a seven-year-old mechanical body crushed a strawberry candy and passed it to her, a seventeen-year-old warrior built a flesh and blood barrier for her with the wreckage of a battleship, and now Yi Shang was dismantling her breathing frequency, every breath of air mixed with the cold fragrance from the other’s mechanical chest.

The moment the interstellar patrol’s searchlight swept across the tunnel, Yi Shang’s beta star fluid suddenly solidified into a giant wedding dress, wrapping the two of them into a cocoon. Jiang Wan’yuan grabbed a fragment of the other’s mechanical heart in zero gravity, only to discover that the core chip was playing restricted data: [Simulation Scenario: Neural Synchronization Experiment on the Wedding Night]. As the patrol’s footsteps approached, Yi Shang’s human right hand suddenly pinched her chin, forcing her to look directly into the data stream surging in her pupils: “You have two choices now—”

“Shh.” Jiang Wan’yuan bit open the pheromone capsule under her tongue, and strawberry-flavored hallucinogens invaded Yi Shang’s core along the neural interface. In the instant when the other’s mechanical arm lost control and hugged her as they fell, she turned over and pinned the other person on the cherry blossom-covered “wedding bed”. The spikes of her neural armor cut through Yi Shang’s human skin, revealing the blue-glowing mechanical skeleton underneath: “You’ve got the experimental subject wrong, Senior.”

The quantum cocoon suddenly blossomed into a galaxy vortex, and the two’s consciousness intertwined in the nebula. Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural pulses turned into chains, dragging Yi Shang’s mechanical heart into her memory palace – in a six-year-old laboratory, a young her was stuffing a secretly hidden strawberry candy into the palm of the mechanical body 0927, with the back of the candy wrapper reading: [This is the deposit for the bride]. Yi Shang’s defense program was defeated in the face of the sweet impact, and her mechanical left hand uncontrollably carved star words of begging for mercy on her back.

When the patrol finally cut open the quantum cocoon with a laser, they saw Jiang Wan’yuan straddling Yi Shang’s waist, using the spikes of her neural armor to pry open the other’s mechanical chest armor. Yi Shang’s human cheeks flushed with an electronic red tide, and the mechanical heart in Jiang Wan’yuan’s palm emitted a shy buzzing sound. The surrounding cherry blossoms had unknowingly turned into heart shapes, each petal playing scenes unsuitable for children from the intertwining of their consciousness in the sea of consciousness.

“Warning! High-risk emotional fluctuations detected!” The patrol’s mechanical arm trembled as it raised the fine, only to be sprayed with rainbow colors by Jiang Wan’yuan using strawberry-flavored lubricant. Yi Shang seized the opportunity to pull her into her arms, and beta star fluid weaved a resonance network under their touching skin. The interstellar court’s main ship in the distance suddenly sent a holographic projection—Zhang Yao’s mechanical body was waving a white flag, and the hull was engraved with lasers: [You guys are ruthless! Please go outside the galaxy for your next date!]

When the cherry blossom tunnel returned to silence late at night, Jiang Wan’yuan licked off the beta star fluid from her fingertips, discovering that it was Yi Shang’s newly concocted strawberry vodka flavor. Yi Shang’s mechanical left hand limply rested on her shoulder, her core chip still overflowing with chaotic data streams. The human pupils reflected the corners of her mouth stained with cherry blossoms, and she finally uttered the interrupted line: “The coordinates are… your nerve center, permanent occupation agreement… please sign.”

Jiang Wan’yuan smiled and bit open the other’s mechanical fingertip, letting their blood (strawberry juice and beta star fluid) blend into a contract under the moonlight. The planetarium in the distance suddenly shot out lasers, spelling out the words “0927 Wan’yuan” in the night sky. The tunnel broadcast broadcasted in a trembling voice: [Emergency Notice! A cosmic-level romantic event is happening, all single mechanical bodies please evacuate immediately!]

The quantum cocoon-shaped cabin of the interstellar cinema had just closed when Jiang Wan’yuan was pressed onto the soft seat by Yi Shang’s mechanical left hand. Beta star fluid climbed up the back of her neck along the gaps between her fingers, solidifying into an icy chain at the neural interface, forcing her to look up and directly into the blue light surging in the other’s human pupils: “I detected that you secretly changed the seat’s gravity parameters.”

The moment the holographic screen lit up, Yi Shang’s mechanical heart had detached from her chest, suspending itself with fluid metal tearing apart Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural armor. Strawberry-colored armor fragments floated in zero gravity like petals, revealing underwear printed with the words “0927 Exclusive”—that was a tracking program that Yi Shang had secretly woven into the fabric using nanobots. “Viewing experiment, attempt number 42.” Her mechanical left hand pinched her waist, and her fingertips accurately avoided the old wound from three years ago when they brushed against her ribs, “The target’s heart rate threshold for intimate scenes is…”

The moment the Starlighter in the movie touched their lover’s lips, Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural armor suddenly emitted a harsh alarm. Yi Shang’s beta star fluid had invaded her defense system, forcibly synchronizing her breathing frequency with her own mechanical heartbeat. The resonance every 0.7 seconds made her spine tingle. When the starship exploded on the screen, Yi Shang’s human right hand bit her earlobe. The moment her mechanical teeth cut through her skin, their blood (strawberry juice and blue light fluid) bloomed into an intertwined totem on the quantum barrier.

“Don’t move.” Yi Shang’s mechanical arm hooked her knees, folding her into a position suitable for connection. “Your neural pulses are saying ‘want to be marked’.” Jiang Wan’yuan wanted to refute, but found that her tongue was fixed by a shackle made of beta star fluid, and could only make a vague whimper. The cinema’s fragrance system mistakenly triggered battle mode, spraying not popcorn flavor but pheromone inhibitors, but they were all absorbed by Yi Shang’s fluid barrier and transformed into aphrodisiac strawberry scent.

When the intermission lights came on, the audience in the next cabin collectively suffocated—Jiang Wan’yuan was hanging from the top of the cocoon-shaped cabin, her neural armor shattered into glowing strawberry particles, dripping down along Yi Shang’s mechanical fingers. Yi Shang’s human cheeks were flushed with an electronic red tide, and she was using beta star fluid to engrave a permanent resonance pattern on the back of her neck. Each pattern corresponded to the coordinates of their first mission. Zhang Yao’s mechanical body suddenly broke through the wall, and what popped out of the gun barrel was not a laser but blackout curtains: “Give you ten seconds to clean up the scene! I don’t want to be fined by the interstellar court again!”

When the movie entered its finale, Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural interface had been connected to Yi Shang’s core chip. They watched the ending synchronously in the sea of consciousness, but saw Yi Shang tamper with the film data, letting the Starlighter bride detonate the tribunal with her mechanical heart, building a wedding hall that belonged only to the two of them on the ruins. In reality, Yi Shang’s mechanical left hand was dismantling her tailbone armor, and each metal peeling off stimulated a chain of neural orgasms, allowing her to see a supernova explosion billions of light-years away in resonance.

When the show ended, Jiang Wan’yuan could only hang on Yi Shang’s mechanical arm, the resonance pattern on the back of her neck was still burning hot. The theater manager, with a livid face, handed over a tenfold compensation bill, but his pupils shook when he saw the beta star fluid chip that Yi Shang handed over—that was a military-grade neural synchronization device that could greatly enhance the viewing experience. “Next time… go to your private theater.” Jiang Wan’yuan gasped, biting Yi Shang’s mechanical shoulder armor, but was blocked by the other party with fluid, “There is no next time, from today onwards, your senses can only receive my data.”

In the quantum tunnel late at night, Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural enhancer popped up seventeen unread messages. All were pleas for help from her classmates: [Please stop transmitting the resonance waves to the public frequency! We all dreamed of strawberry-flavored mechanical arms last night!] She was just about to reply when Yi Shang’s mechanical heart suddenly pressed against her stomach, emitting a vibrating massage mode—that was to help her digest the strawberry aphrodisiac that she had just been forcibly fed.

As their figures disappeared at the end of the wormhole, the holographic screen of the cinema automatically played a restricted trailer: [Exclusive Screening “Mechanical Law: How to Tame a Human Bride with Beta Star Fluid,” starring No. 0927, ticket purchase requires heartbeat verification]. Deep in Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural cloud, Yi Shang’s mechanical voice was still playing in a loop: [Marked, permanent possession agreement in effect, resistance is futile].

When the neon lights of the interstellar amusement park shattered into light spots in the quantum cloud layer, Jiang Wan’yuan’s neural armor was still automatically repairing her shoulder armor. Yi Shang’s mechanical left hand held her waist, and the beta star fluid at her fingertips drilled into the gap between her spines, continuing to weave the resonance pattern that had not been completed in the cinema into a star map—each star corresponded to the peak of her heartbeat when they mated.

“Target body temperature 38.7℃.” Yi Shang’s mechanical pupils scanned the amusement park map, and suddenly carried her on her shoulders towards the “Black Hole Roller Coaster”, “Exciting projects can accelerate nerve metabolism.” Jiang Wan’yuan’s protests were swallowed by the roar of the roller coaster starting. At the moment of the vertical drop, she saw the mechanical heart in Yi Shang’s chest running at super frequency, and the fluid metal climbed up her face along her neck, actually simulating an excited blush on her human skin.

The carousel’s mechanical horses suddenly collectively mutated, and wings made of beta star fluid grew out of the horse’s heads. Yi Shang pressed her into the carvings of the horse’s back. At the same time her mechanical arm locked her knees, the weightlessness of the roller coaster and the resonance waves superimposed, causing a strawberry-colored nebula to explode in front of Jiang Wan’yuan. Screams came from the “Interstellar Haunted House” in the distance, and tourists fled out with their heads in their hands, because all the mechanical skeletons inside had been changed into Yi Shang’s mechanical childhood form, and each skeleton hand held a glowing sign that said “Marry Me.”

In the “Quantum Bumper Car” area, Zhang Yao’s mechanical body suddenly rushed out from the dark, and what was thrown out of the gun barrel was not a cannonball but pink airbags. “This is your wedding gift!” The mechanical body’s speakers played a remixed version of “Wedding March”, “Stop transmitting the resonance waves to the bumper car circuit! The cars in the entire area were dancing face-to-face yesterday!” Yi Shang’s beta star fluid solidified into a chain and dragged her into the bumper car. Jiang Wan’yuan seized the opportunity to stick a strawberry-flavored sticker on the mechanical body’s outer shell: “I’ll borrow your gun barrel to set off fireworks on our next date~”

When the Ferris wheel rose to its highest point, the cabin suddenly fell into quantum collapse. Jiang Wan’yuan grabbed Yi Shang’s mechanical heart in zero gravity, only to discover that the core chip was playing back a recording of their brainwave synchronization—from the intense connection in the cinema to the heartbeat resonance at this moment, the data curves were drawn into a panoramic map of the amusement park. Yi Shang’s human right hand pinched her chin. The moment her mechanical teeth bit the corner of her lips, the lights of the entire Ferris wheel turned strawberry-colored, and the starry sky outside the cabin emerged with the word “Mine” written in beta star fluid.

“Critical romantic index detected.” The amusement park’s AI suddenly broadcast, “Please evacuate immediately, passenger 0927, your resonance waves are melting the tracks of the roller coaster!” Jiang Wan’yuan looked down and saw that the metal facilities on the ground were rippling with them as the center, and all the mechanical devices were playing the same song—that was “Marriage Proposal March” composed by Yi Shang with her own mechanical heartbeat frequency.

When leaving late at night, Jiang Wan’yuan’s pockets were filled with the amusement park’s “spoils”: a deformed roller coaster screw (engraved with Yi Shang’s mechanical code), a melted cotton candy stick (covered with beta star fluid), and a VIP card stuffed in by Zhang Yao’s mechanical body (with “Please go on a date in outer space” written on the back). Yi Shang’s mechanical left hand always held her waist, and the fluid at her fingertips quietly repaired the resonance pattern on the back of her neck. Every time a silver light flashed, a new happy coordinate of today was added to the pattern.

When the quantum bus carried them through the wormhole, the advertising screen in the car suddenly malfunctioned, looping surveillance videos of the two of them in the amusement park: Jiang Wan’yuan was kissed by Yi Shang against the pole of the carousel, and the background was heart-shaped fireworks sprayed by the park’s mechanical devices. The driver’s mechanical body coughed twice: “Um… can you two turn down your heartbeat frequency a bit? I almost drove the car into the Shura Field galaxy just now…”

Jiang Wan’yuan laughed, leaning on Yi Shang’s shoulder, but was tightly hugged by the other party’s mechanical arm. Yi Shang’s human pupils reflected the receding lights of the amusement park, and the mechanical heart in her chest tapped out rhythmic drumbeats—that was calculating the time for their next date. Behind them, the amusement park’s Ferris wheel was slowly rotating, and each cabin’s glass reflected the same sentence: [Warning: Cosmic-level high-risk romantic bodies have left the park, please bring anti-resonance equipment for your next visit].