On the seventh day after I was declared a vegetable and my consciousness uploaded to the cloud, I woke up. I saw my husband, Shen Yizhou, kissing my best friend, Su Wan. Her slightly rounded belly was dressed in the maternity workwear I had designed for her myself. I heard him whisper to Su Wan, "Once the auction is over, we'll sell her 'brain,' and then we'll have everything." I thought that was the ultimate betrayal. Then, through the network, I saw my five-year-old daughter locked in a freezing correction room. The health bracelet I had designed for her was flashing a red "punishment shock" warning on her wrist.
1 I was trapped in my own
