LOGINWhen I was seven, my constant vomiting got so bad that my mother took me to court and accused me of being born dangerous. If the charge stuck, I would be stripped of my family ties and sent straight to prison. Everyone said my mother was overreacting. "He's just a kid. Kids get sick. As his mother, you should be more understanding." But the moment the evidence was shown, the room went dead quiet. My mother had drunk herself into a stomach bleed just to land a contract, and the second she got home, I threw up all over it. The deal was voided, and she lost her job on the spot. On my sister, Ophelia Sowle's, birthday, I threw up all over her cake right in front of all her classmates. After that, she was shunned by everyone at school. She spiraled into depression and even slashed her wrists. It didn't matter where I was, at the dinner table or under the covers. I could start vomiting at any moment. My mother and Ophelia had to clean me up more than 30 times a day. It wore them down to the breaking point. What infuriated them the most was that every time I finished throwing up, I would look at them and laugh, as if I was mocking them. The judge brought the gavel down and declared me guilty of being born bad. Ophelia's eyes turned red as she cried, saying she couldn't bear to lose me. I didn't cry or fight it. I accepted the verdict. But I requested that the judge watch my memories first. The judge looked stunned. "Memory extraction means drilling into your brain. The pain is unbearable. Are you sure?" I nodded without hesitation. But Ophelia suddenly panicked. "I don't agree!"
View MoreLauren parted her lips, her voice rough and thin."I just wanted to see you. Seeing that you're doing well now… I can finally stop worrying."I gave a small nod and turned to leave. "If you're not worried anymore, then you should go. I'm doing just fine here."But she grabbed the hem of my pants and refused to let go."Gabriel, I know you're just putting on a front. You look polished on the outside, like you're doing well, but I know you're hurting inside."You're only seven. You left Ophelia and me and ended up all alone out here. People must've looked down on you, laughed at you."Maybe you have everything you need materially, but without family, I know you feel empty inside. If you agree to remove the nausea chip, Ophelia and I can come back to you right away."I almost laughed at how ridiculous it sounded.I used to think Ophelia was just born rotten. As it turned out, Lauren wasn't any better.Like they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.I shot Lauren a col
The moment my mother stepped out of the courtroom, she was taken straight to a hospital.Panic flashed across her face."What are you doing?"The doctor didn't answer. He calmly injected anesthesia, then pulled out a chip."Gabriel agreed to let you go, but on one condition. You'll have a nausea chip implanted. This chip will release random electrical pulses 24 hours a day, triggering vomiting at unpredictable times. If you can endure it for five years, Gabriel will let you off."My mother's eyes went wide with fury."That damn kid! I'm his mother. How could he do this to me?"The doctor gave a quiet laugh. "You don't know? Gabriel already severed all legal ties with you. To him now, you're just an enemy."When my mother woke up from the anesthesia, aside from a slight soreness in her throat, she didn't feel anything unusual.She let out a few dismissive laughs."It's just a chip. What's the big deal? You're acting like we're sworn enemies over something like this… You're so
The image on the screen was a detailed schematic of a chip, packed with complex wiring.The operator pointed to a tiny line of text and raised her voice."After three years, the chip fully integrates with the host's nervous system. The only way to detect it is with a full-body scan using specialized equipment."The panel immediately pushed back."Running that kind of scan costs hundreds of thousands. How can you be sure…"She cut them off, "I'm staking my life on it."The comments exploded. People started speculating about what connection she had to me, that she would go this far. The pressure kept building until the panel had no choice but to agree.Over an hour later, the results came back.There really was a chip inside me, completely fused with my nervous system. Without a targeted scan, it was impossible to find.The panel member who had first insisted on upholding the verdict stepped forward and apologized."We've never seen anything like this before, so we assumed you
That night, the doll suddenly turned on. Its soft, stuffed arm shot straight into my throat.I jolted awake, clawing at my neck, trying to call for my mother, but no sound came out.By the next day, I had a raging fever and couldn't stop throwing up.I cried, trying to tell my mother what happened, but all that came out were broken, garbled sounds.She tossed me a pack of cold medicine."If you can't even talk, then be quiet for once. I'm exhausted after work."I nodded silently and tried to hug her, just to comfort her.But the second I wrapped my arms around her, the nausea hit. I threw up all over her.Her face darkened. She cleaned me up without a word.After that, she never hugged me again.The vomiting got worse.Kids at school started avoiding me. Neighbors laughed behind my back.In the end, I stayed home, stacking building blocks by myself. No one ever mentioned that "genius kid" anymore.I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces.But she didn't get m






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