"When quantum computing collides with all schools of thought, who will write the laws of civilization?
The same bronze juice had soaked the entire alley the night my grandfather was taken away three years ago. The liquid solidified under the moon into the articles of the Dharma Sutra, and the fleeing neighbors were nailed into amber. Shen Mo still remembers that when Butcher Zhang was penetrated by the chains of law, he was still holding the peach wood hairpin he bought for his daughter...
