>In 2077, "Nirvana Technology" launched a memory editing service: delete pain and embrace happiness.
>As a reviewer, I am responsible for reviewing the memory fragments that citizens apply for deletion.
>Until I discovered that what was deleted the most was not trauma, but anger at injustice and questioning of oppression.
>The system marked my girlfriend's memory as "harmful" and forcibly deleted her witnessing of the demolitions of ghettos.
>I hacked into the depths of the database and saw the cold truth:
>Companies use technology to eliminate social "instability factors", allowing the poor to forget hunger and workers to forget exploitation.
>My authorized account is their precise shotgun for screening "threat groups".
>When all the deletion instructions finally point to my brain——
>I stood on top of the city's tallest data tower, with the awakened "Memory Resistance Army" behind me.
>"If they want to erase history, then we will become history itself."
