Dimensional Virus

The wind of 2250 is filled with the smell of burnt bread, and Yanchi is holding a half-eaten piece of toast with his fingertips - the world has long been swallowed up by the panic of "not being able to eat", and only he can still taste the astringency of wheat flour, like some kind of untimely sign. The wind suddenly turned back, pulling back the cold rain of 2147. A village in a certain country is immersed in the fog of VR data flow. Li Yuzhen's bare feet are stepping on wet mud, and her soul is floating into pieces of light in her eyes. When the curse of "disaster" came down, she saw that what was stained on the stone was not blood, but ink stains from the code - the ink stains followed her curse and seeped into the server, like a thorn buried in time. When I opened my eyes again, I was in a laboratory in 2200. The light from incandescent lamps was colder than rain. Lin Yuan stared at the beating gene sequence on the screen. Li Yuzhen's resentment curled up in the base pairs, like a wounded animal. The moment she pressed the "Export" button, the data stream flowed down the conduit into the petri dish. The first cry in 2201 was the life rewoven by this mass of resentment. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.