In this city, flesh and blood are a burden, prosthetic bodies are shackles, and I - am the only 'odd number'.
In the cyber world made of neon and steel, everyone pursues mechanical ascension. Only he refuses to transform into a prosthetic body, stubbornly clinging to his flesh and blood body and surviving on the "clumsy craftsmanship" passed down from his ancestors.
My last request is to experience the new world for me with my will, please
