Don't go out. Don't mess with that bun seller, he's no longer a human being. Don't talk to that programmer either, he will clear your emotions as bugs. In this world, everyone has a "system" and everyone is moving towards "perfection". Except me.
My system is a waste. I can only act like a detective, recording how the people around me lose their humanity step by step and become machines controlled by absolute rationality. "On March 5, my boss worked for 16 hours straight and never went to the toilet." "On March 7, my friend thought that dreaming was the brain defragmenting." These notes are my only weapon to survive. I rely on it to stay awake in a world where everyone is controlled by the "system", like a lone wolf walking in the doomsday wasteland. Until I discovered that these seemingly independent systems were connected by an invisible network. And the source of this web... Is basically alive!
