Exploiting a bug
[You are dead!]
“Mm.”
[You died horribly!]
“Mm.”
[You were crushed to smithereens by a baby stroller!]
“Mm, huh?”
“Hold on, what did you just say?”
Jing Zhao, whose emotions had been entirely detached from worldly concerns, suddenly showed a very clear reaction.
The invisible presence, speaking only in a synthesized electronic voice, was quite puzzled by his behavior.
[Why don’t you care that you’re dead, but care about how you died?]
“Obviously! That’s way too humiliating!”
“I’m Jing Zhao, an old-school weightlifting fanatic who’s been working out for eight years, and an amateur sanda fighter.”
“I’m 172 centimeters tall, which rounds up to 180, almost 190.”
“You’re telling me I can get killed by a baby stroller?”
[…]
