"It's my job to restore the corpse's memory until I see the video of my own death in the deceased's mind."
In 2045, I became the first batch of certified AI embalmers, specializing in extracting dying memories from corpses.
When the neural map of a certain charred corpse actually matched my brainwaves 100%,
The monitoring chip on my wrist started counting down—in 72 hours, I will become the next subject of dissection.
Thursday's masked customers always pay with coins from thirty years ago
AI assistant automatically generates my death certificate late at night
The same mysterious coordinates are hidden in the memories of all the dead.
In this death game in the cyber era,
Preserving memories is a profession, tampering with memories is a business,
And selling memories is the murder weapon that kills me.
