Cyberpunk wasteland | Unhinged aesthetic | Face-slapping power fantasy | Wild sci-fi imagination
The Dome's former chief dreamweaver is exiled to the wasteland. He builds a neural receiver from junk and makes the entire Dome beg him to give them another dream.
Lin Che was once the Dome's chief dreamweaver. The powerful would trade an entire city for one of his dreams.
Until his body was stripped away and his consciousness exiled to the wasteland, where he became a parasite in an abandoned cyborg body.
The Dome put out a wanted notice for him, and the wasteland mocked him. Nobody knew...
He pieced together a neural receiver from scrap metal and strung its wires with nerves from corpses.
Then, across billions of screens throughout the Dome, he hacked every advertisement.
Only one line remained:
I'm back. This time, I don't want money. I want your lives.
Later, the Dome's entire AI army descended upon him.
Lin Che wiped the cyborg fingertips clean and lit a cigarette:
［Easy. I'll design a nightmare you'll never forget.］
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
