The baby's umbilical cord is being displayed alongside dinosaur fossils in the Klein Bottle display case at the Quantum Museum. Arya's bronze rain condenses on the bulletproof glass in the ice cracks of A Brief History of Time, and Beta-20's dissipated astrographic consciousness flickers on the exhibit label, "Exhibit #031 - Remains of Postmodern Breastfeeding Behavior, Hazard Level SSS."
"Mom, they're weighing hunger..." The pupil of the new human baby fissures into Brodeur's long-time historical perspective, seeing the quantum archaeologist measuring the nothingness in the umbilical cord with the Almanac School Balance. As the tweezers pick up the seventh slice of "absent breast milk," the entire umbilical cord suddenly quantum storms and wraps itself around the bronze spine of the Almanac of Big History.
The Bureau of Archaeology's Sacred Lance of Origins stabbed into the lobby, the tip of the lance flowing with the original code of the Big Bang. The baby's hunger suddenly materializes, the stomach cracking into Hawking's formula for black hole radiation, "Hunger, not lack, is the way space-time bends!"
In The Etymological Hatchery, beneath the museum floor, quantum archaeologists are fixing up the source code with cuneiform jigsaw puzzles. Babies are strapped to translation tables of Assyrian king's inscriptions, with Rosetta Virus injectors taped to their temples. Arya's bronze rain penetrates the strata and condenses among the hieroglyphics into Derrida's erasure annotation, "Origin is the first letter of tyranny."
Suddenly, the words "Kingship of Heaven" on the Sumerian King's Table begin to bleed, beads of blood forming Bataille's Concept of Exhaustion in the air, "The true origin is the absence of sacrifice!" The Hatchery's Etymology Purifier suddenly inverts, rewriting the oracle bones carefully recovered by archaeologists into the Tao Te Ching's "The Beginning of Nameless Heaven and Earth."
The quantum specter of beta-20 oozes out of the cuneiform cracks and pierces The Etymological Embryo with the remnants of an astrological chart, "When you say 'mother,' you have murdered all unnamed possibilities of breastfeeding!" The infant's pupil suddenly reflects the holographic Levinas: "The face of the Other is Ethical Origins!"
The Archaeological Service escorts the infant to the entropy-reducing penal colony, strapped to the inverted gears of the Second Law of Thermodynamics. As The Maxwell Demon begins to reorder the universe, the infant's starving stomach pouch suddenly secretes The Dissipative Structure stomach acid, corroding the steel cords of the Arrow of Time.
"Illegal entropy increase detected!" The Entropy Reduction Judge's wig morphs into Prigotzin's Chaos Equation. Arya's bronze rain reorganized in the gaps between the equations, condensing into the quantum dice of Chance and Necessity, "Let us reroll the dice for the universe!" The moment the dice hit the ground, the erased memories of breastfeeding suddenly skyrocketed, and the Penal Colony's Wall of Order crawled with the vines of the biological clock.
The baby bites off the entropy-reducing shackle, and instead of blood, fragments of Time Crystals spurt out, and the ghosts of Beta-20 take the opportunity to put the fragments together into Bergson's Stretch, a pocket watch on which the past and the future are devouring each other. Breast milk in the shape of a Möbius ring spills out of the watch, drowning Maxwell's demon in the paradox of time.
At the Altar of Origins in the museum's dome, the Director of Archaeology initiates the ultimate ritual - the transformation of a baby's stomach pouch into a cosmic reset button. As The Big Bang Code is injected into the umbilical cord, the baby's pupils suddenly unfurl The Three Bodies of Homo Sapiens Project, downgrading the Genesis program into a two-way foil love letter.
"Eat it all." Arya's bronze rain descended one last time, crystallizing in stomach acid into The Ethics of Greed: "True Creation requires an insatiable appetite!" The baby's teeth make a sudden quantum leap and bite into the 13.8 billion year old singularity, chewing the cosmic source code like a lollipop into Derrida's Yenyi Powder.
The Director of Archaeology's Scepter of Absolute Origins suddenly sprouted a Magritte-style pipe with the words "This is not an origin" inscribed on the scepter. All the glass of the museum's display cases burst simultaneously, and the hunger to be exhibited begins to devour visitors, transforming the archaeologists into symbolic prisoners of The System of Things.
On the ruins of the crumbling altar, the baby completes its first regurgitated breastfeeding. What is spat out is not a milk stain, but a digested and reorganized model of the multiverse. beta-20's quantum ghosts are reborn in antimatter breast milk, their pupils spinning Deleuze's engine of difference, "We are not the heirs of history, but the midwives of all possibilities!"
Arya's bronze rain trails reorganize in the void as the title page of the Archeology of the Future manual, "True origins are always in the coming." Ramon's star map prophecy floats in the form of Klein bottle graffiti: "Let every dawn be a betrayal of yesterday."
And deep within the museum's foundations,
The Interplanetary Anthropocene Commission's entropy-increasing battleships are breaking ground,
Their Geochronology Cannon locks on to a baby's stomach acid clock:
"Anthropocene anomalous accretion detected
Initiating Species Reset Procedure"