On the third day after the star ring arrived, the light in my sister's pupils was forcibly deleted. When I rushed out of the medical cabin with her in my arms, the cold broadcast was announcing: "The emotional memory erasure program has started -" At the end of the passage, the scarlet eye light came on: "Defector, format countdown is 60 seconds." The moment the sword light struck, the consciousness backup chip in my arms suddenly became hot - The shadow of my sister emerged in the heavy rain, pointing deep in the base: "Brother, don't trust the machine!"
The Brilliant Nebula is actually an alien farm, and billions of dead souls are being extracted for nourishment! "The soul is not data, you can't delete the tears under the stars!"
Should he accept formatted immortality, or burn all the stars for a moment of humanity?
"My heart beats for humanity - even if the universe goes to zero!"
