In Cybertaoyuan City in 2045, in the data purification department at three o'clock in the morning, Lin Shen was mechanically deleting "redundant codes" on the screen - this was his daily life as a low-level operator. In order to earn life-saving inhibitors for his mother, he even mortgaged his consciousness to the New Era Group that controlled the city.
It wasn't until that rainy night when a pale red code fragment shimmered before he deleted it, and the word "save" appeared on the broken screen, that he was shocked to realize that these data streams called "electronic waste" were actually human souls imprisoned by chips. And the "Nuwa gene" that was ignored when he signed the agreement is destined to make him the only key that can pry open the "soul server".
On one side are Wang Tao's difficulties and the never-ending medical bills, on the other side are the whispers of Pangu's consciousness and the encrypted clues handed over by Su Xiaoyu; should he continue to be a "tool for deleting data" in exchange for his mother's living, or should he grasp the cry for help in the broken screen and lead the guerrillas of the underground pipe network to dismantle this false "digital immortality"?
"They are not garbage." When the anonymous message popped up, Lin Shen chewed the strawberry-flavored nutritional ointment in his mouth. It turned out that the resistance of the workers was not only about fishing and clocking in, but also about holding the keyboard and shining a light on the imprisoned souls.
There are workstation lamps at three o'clock in the morning, souls crying for help in the code pile, people wearing noise-canceling headphones fighting side by side, and ordinary people walking on the road to salvation in the cyberneon.
