Imagine a future where even your memories and emotions can be sold.
The world is wrapped in cold technology and sweet lies. People are chasing a number called "social contribution value" because it determines whether you can live a "sweet" life or be thrown away like garbage. Install neural plug-ins and you will get a job, but the price may be slowly losing yourself; uninstall them, and your brain will shrink and become an empty shell.
This is the world that Shen lives in. He struggled to survive in the rotting data dump, smelling the sweet smell of cheap energy bars and the sour stench of corrupted data every day. He witnessed people selling their most precious memories, and even their lives, in exchange for a bite of virtual cake.
Until one day, the old pocket watch left by his mother began to vibrate crazily, and the photos peeled off for no reason. He was forced into a huge conspiracy:
Why do people who uninstall implants become "raw materials" for ice machines?
Why do online ride-hailing services that carry patients quietly levy an "emotional tax"?
Why did the towering quantum tower exude the sweet aroma of cake, but made him taste the saltiness of his mother's tears?
And what amazing truth is hidden in the blue flames ejected from the oven when my mother baked cakes in my memory?
Shen Mo discovered that all the answers pointed to a carefully wrapped "sweet trap". He must rely on his mother's last gift to him...
