*——When flesh and blood become programs, betrayal is engraved in genes**
Deep in the neon-festered ruins of Hong Kong, the fishy smell of the seafood market mixes with the coolant of the cyborg machinery to create the atmosphere of the new century. There is no law here, only the numbers of experimental subjects floating in the cryogenic chamber of Hongjie Clinic - those bodies soaked in blue liquid, waiting to be implanted with the ultimate virus called "Rose Totem".
Aaron held the butterfly knife and walked through the gap between steel bones and neon. As the most efficient "sweeper" at Wan Chai Pier, he is good at dealing with traitors who are swallowed by flesh sprouts, but he never thought that the fluorescent code of 0137 was buried under the scar on his right hand. Until one day, brother Abao's skin became transparent, exposing the rose-shaped hyphae growing wildly between the muscles; until they discovered that all the "penicillin" pill boxes hatched were fluorescent moths with human faces.
The old order collapsed in the spores. When Aaron pried open the fortieth chain of the cold storage, the blood seeping out of the freezer was actually Ahu, whom he had buried three days ago; when the skull welded on the neck of the mechanical ostrich suddenly called out his nickname, he understood what Sister Hong's "human evolution" meant - those rose tattoos that flashed under the neon lights were rewriting the entire Kowloon into a living petri dish through the fluorescent mycelium in the blood vessels.
Now, the gears of the bell tower have bitten the last lie. Three hundred clones with the same appearance as Little Rose opened their eyes in the training cabin, and the mother body No. 000 Sleeping in the underground church was showing a smile that was no different from Aaron's mother. Stay tuned for more.
