The ambition is burning
In 2075, the earth was split in half by core energy: the suspended vehicles in the urban core area were woven into a silver net, and the elite neural links were flowing with data; the steel skeleton in the edge area pierced the sky, and the cyborgs relied on recycling core energy blocks to survive - and Ling Feng was the most contradictory existence in this split.
After the explosion in the laboratory, his left arm and left leg were replaced by silver-blue machines. In his palm was his mother Zhang Ning's old watch. The word "" on the inside of the cover was so hot that it burned his heart. The robotic arm can activate the 1.2-Meter energy sword, but it cannot hold the dark chocolate handed by Lin Wanqing; it can block the shock wave of the core energy mine, but it is afraid of hurting the old scar on Zhao Zhi's waist-baring work clothes; it can synchronize with the consciousness of AI Lingxi, but in front of Chen Xihong's tight-fitting experimental suit, the mechanical joints get stuck and tremble.
He is the "perfect experimental subject" in Gu Mingyuan's eyes, and the "incomplete existence" in the words of An AI, but he insists on breaking into the L7 laboratory with the chubby AI guys - for the truth about his parents' explosion, and for the "emotional feedback factor" hidden in the adaptation fluid, which further proves that the ultimate goal of machinery is not to create gods, but to protect those who make him feel hot.
When Fei Yue's silver mechanical wings wrapped around him to block the explosion, when Zhao Zhi's modified car knocked away the mechanical guard, and when Lin Wanqing's fingertips brushed against the core energy tube of his mechanical wrist, Ling Feng finally understood: his mechanical body was not a flaw, but an armor that could protect his weak points. Deep in the L7 laboratory, Gu Mingyuan's dark gold finger is holding the core energy needle, aiming at his beating human heart - what is hidden there is not only data, but also the last hope for human-machine symbiosis.
