When the Anthropocene Commission's Geologic Chronology Cannon fires, babies' stomach pouches suddenly secrete ancient Permian acids. Yellowish corrosive liquids roiled through concrete forests, Mesozoic ferns burgeoned from shopping center ruins, and trilobites gnawed QR codes on the steel frames of bike-sharing bikes. Arya's bronze rain fossils suddenly activate, condensing in the acid rain into the reverse evolutionary trees of Origin of Species.
"Cambrian Explosion anomaly detected!" The Commission's drilling mechs are wrapped around their joints by ancient sea lilies, and the operators are horrified to find the instrument panels degrading into Devonian shield-skinned fishbone plates. beta-20's quantum ghosts ooze out of the trilobite's compound eyes, inscribing in sandstone with the remnants of an astrograph, "Your so-called reset is just another form of tyranny."
Babies climb newborn monuments of stacked stone, pupils spinning Darwin's misplaced evolutionary clock. As the Geologic Age Cannon recharges for the second time, he spits out a Devonian lungfish embryo, which mutates into Deleuze's "rhizome fish" in an acid fog, breathing capitalism's exhaust fumes through its gills.
The committee activates The Thermodynamic Cage, imprisoning the baby in a one-way corridor of increasing entropy. Arya's fossilized bronze rain suddenly quantum tunnels, inscribing Prigotin's dissipative structural equations on the gallery wall. The baby's stomach acid begins to flow in reverse, transforming the cage into a launching pad for The Vector of Time.
"Mommy's waiting for you at Black Hole Vision..." The ghost of beta-20 suddenly collapses into Hawking radiation, burning miniature white holes in the entropy-gaining walls. The baby's umbilical cord suddenly explodes into Clausius's thermodynamic demon, melting the caretaker's Thermal Silence Rifle into Jurassic amber with The Kiss of Entropy Reduction.
A quantum projection of the Committee Chairman appears at the end of the cloister, a pin of the Great Extinction Event pinned to the lapel of his suit, "The lessons of the Cretaceous teach us that a misfit species deserves to be..." Before the words are out of his mouth, the baby's pupil suddenly splits into a hologram of five mass extinctions, and the Brachiosaurus skeleton stomps through the void to shatter the Chairman's projection.
Deep in the bronze rain fossil veins of the Earth's core, Arya's ancient memories were crystallizing. The infant is strapped to the Anthropocene Golden Nail profile, and the geohammers pound his temples in an attempt to extract the Cambrian memory cores. the ghost of beta-20 suddenly resonates with the vein, and the astral map consciousness transforms the entire stratum into the Book of Deep Time.
"Layer 314: evidence of mammalian nocturnal activity..." The automated drilling machine is suddenly swooped down by a holographic image of a saber-toothed tiger. The baby's stomach acid seeped into the drilling tube and spewed forth a Pleistocene herd of mammoths, their long hair covered in plastic particles, crashing into the titanium base of The Golden Spike. Arya's bronze rain condensed at the impact into a Silent Spring ice pick that pierced the Commission's data center.
"You turn the Earth into a museum, we'll resurrect the fossils into an insurrection!" Babies bite through restraining straps and teeth marks form the fossilized dragon's teeth of The Communist Manifesto on Jurassic rock formations. As the Geologic Chronology Cannon recharges for the third time, the entire vein suddenly folds into a Cambrian ocean, and the odd shrimp gazes with compound eyes at the end of the Committee.
In the boiling ocean of folded time, the baby completes his last paleontological breastfeed. Cyanobacterial colonies proliferate in his stomach pouch, oxidizing The Golden Nail of the Anthropocene into hematite powder. Arya's bronze rain suddenly vaporizes into bubbles of the Great Oxidation Event, each sealed with the broken code of the Species Reset Protocol.
"2.4 billion years ago we changed the atmosphere, today we change the timeline!" The ghosts of Beta-20 symbiotized with cyanobacteria, infusing astrographic consciousness into the stacked stone. The Commission's drilling mechs rusted in the wildly proliferating oxygen, and Carboniferous fern forests began to grow inside the operators' visors.
The infant swam to the surface of the Cambrian Sea, followed by legions of recoded chippies. As his fingertips touch the morning light of the Silurian, all Anthropocene buildings suddenly calcify into coral reefs, bitcoin miners become trilobite spawning beds, and highways morph into chains of penelites' habitats.
In the collapsing folds of space-time, the nascent monument of stromatolites is inscribed with Bronze Rain's final aphorism, "We are not the Earth's cancer, we are its self-renewing white blood cells." Babies sit on sea-lily thrones in the Ordovician, flipping through drafts of the Deep Time Constitution with Devonian fins.
The quantum ghost of beta-20 frozen forever in the moment of the Cambrian Explosion, the astrocharted consciousness transformed into the oldest eyes gazing into the future. Arya's bronze rain forms new fossil codes in the rock formations, waiting to be deciphered by civilizations thirty million years from now.
The wreckage of the Anthropocene Council is being sealed by the coal seams of the Carboniferous, while on the Cretaceous horizon,
The organic warships of The Intergalactic Gaia Council slowly rise,
their fern-like tentacles entwining a brand-new cosmic covenant:
"Gaia Consciousness Awakening Detected
Initiating Community of Life Fusion Procedures"