The blue light of the gene editing cabin flooded the entire city, and people lined up to nail their consciousness into the biochemical body. Their fingertips touched the cracks in the consciousness upload server - it was filled with frozen screams, all of which were "redundant emotions" that were stripped away after the editing failed.
The neighbor's grandma replaced her seventh robotic arm, but could no longer remember the laughter of her grandchildren. Listening to the roar of the city's pursuit of eternal life, he suddenly understood: What they wanted was not immortality, but to live in the human world as a specimen without temperature.
Immortality is the pursuit of an era and also the sorrow of an era...
