In the neon-soaked steel city, the sparks of the welding gun are the only light that the dog machine can control. This assembly worker at the lowest level of the Tianqiong Group didn't realize until he witnessed the black market transaction that every gold-plated screw he assembled contained slices of human brain.
When the electronic eye of the mechanical dog locked on the implant in the back of his neck, and when the thirty clones in the culture chamber opened their right eyes with the same burns as their own, the dog machine tasted the truth in the broken escape passage: the so-called memory was just a replaceable inferior part on the Tianqiong Group's assembly line. The pigeons raised when he was seven years old, his dead father, and even the instant noodles he ate last night, every frame is engraved with HD307's anti-counterfeiting stamp.
Aqi, who was running with him desperately, had a barcode wrapped around his neck, and the mechanical eyes contained an earlier test number than his. This woman who can hack into the gravity system has her job number polished by Dog Machine engraved on the handle of her gun. They walked through the drug-corrupted sewers, and each step awakened more tampered "life": the blind spot where the clone array shot actually overlapped completely with the surveillance blind spot in the rain alley they first encountered three months ago; the coordinates marked on the escape route were exactly the logistics order number he fabricated when smuggling screws.
