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I feel warm and safe, like when I was a baby curled up in my mother's arms, enjoying my embrace. Although this is how others see me now, who knows what it's really like? In this
technologically advanced era, many fantastical ideas emerge, including unconventional ones. For example, I've always wondered why people have to grow up, why can't we live like infants? How wonderful that would be! I daydream every day, even though it cost me countless amounts of money and opportunities, few women would be interested in a child who never grows up. Just when I thought I was destined to live out my days, a stroke of luck struck me. The timeline shifted, creating a rift between the present and the future—a path to the 22nd century suddenly appeared before me. I didn't know what to do, hesitating for a long time with fears and anxieties. Finally, I mustered up the courage to travel to the past. But the future is science fiction; as soon as I, a primitive, appeared, I was immediately spotted by a street full of robotic police. Just as the octopus-like robot enforcers were about to arrest me, I ran back to the rift and returned to the present with the robot. At the same time, the rift disappeared, and the time-traveling octopus robot suddenly crashed to the ground as if it had frozen, emitting a series of voice messages: "System self-check normal... Communication with host interrupted... System restart... Communication with host interrupted..." "Please reset functions." As I curiously stroked the octopus's head, this voice suddenly came out. "How do I reset?" "This machine is a T-2000 autonomous robot produced in 2168, with a complete set of applications, applicable to various occasions, such as police, medical, service, equipment maintenance, etc." "What functions are available when set for medical use?" "Human surgery, organ reconstruction, gene beauty..." "Can it modify the body? Won't it hurt too much?" "Yes." "Set it as a robot doctor, let's experiment now." "Setting complete."

"Advanced robots of the 22nd century should be reliable," I thought to myself. I'd just gotten a small cut on my hand during the escape, so I let the robot doctor examine it for an experiment. The robotic octopus extended two tentacles, scanned my hand, and diagnosed: "Minor skin damage, inflammation detected in the muscle fascia. Treatment to begin." It seemed to be a side effect of playing on my phone too much. A beam of light swept over it, and my skin was completely healed. The muscles that had been aching slightly felt much better. "Wow, that's amazing!" A grand plan I'd been pondering for years suddenly surged into my mind. Heh.

-------------------------------------------------- ------Five Years Later-------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------

"Miss, your child is so cute! How old is he?" a saleswoman in the mall said to a young mother who was checking out. "Six months, 17 days, 4 hours, and 25 minutes," the mother replied expressionlessly. "Haha, you're hilarious! Who counts a child's age in minutes? Look at his eyes, such a cool look! Is he hungry?" the saleswoman suddenly felt a surge of affection. "55 minutes and 14 seconds since last feeding, the baby is currently in the gastric emptying phase, and the bladder is full and needs to be emptied." "Oh, he peed. You sound so professional. There's a mother and baby room over there; go change the baby's diaper." The mother nodded to the clerk and walked into the mother and baby room, carrying the swaddled baby. As soon as she closed the door, two mechanical tentacles suddenly extended from the mother, unfolding the swaddle to reveal the baby wearing a diaper. While changing the diaper, she said, "Master, it's time to urinate and change the diaper. Automatic cleaning of the buttocks and perineum will be performed, estimated time 35 seconds. There are 33 minutes and 19 seconds until the next feeding." The baby gave the mother a cool look and babbled, "Okay, I'll finish urinating soon." A moment later, after cleaning and changing the diaper, the mother carried the swaddled baby out of the mother and baby room, lovingly kissed his cheek, put him in the stroller, and left with the shopping bags and the stroller. That's right, that baby was me, and the mother was that autonomous robot. Future technology is truly amazing! It wasn't in vain that I spent four years collecting materials and preparing, and then had the robot undergo six months of high-tech modifications. Finally, I've realized my long-held dream of becoming a baby. The robot first injected me with nanorobots for internal modifications, while simultaneously interfering with my RNA transmission, slowing down protein formation and making me more like a baby. For a full 120 days, I felt myself gradually turning into a pile of garbage, expelling large amounts of useless waste. Finally, I became a crystal-clear baby again, drinking my robot mother's breast milk every day, wearing baby diapers, and sleeping in a warm swaddling cloth. I finally realized my dream of becoming a human.

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