Glenn's life is like a blank illustration under his brush, quiet and even a little lonely. As a freelancer, he was used to sharing lunches with stray cats, but he always felt stiff in the crowd - until the night after work, he was forcibly dragged into the laboratory and became an experimental subject without a last name and only a number.
When the cold needle pierces the skin, his genetic chain is forcibly woven into the insect's code: in times of crisis, his arms will pop out sharp forelimbs like a mantis, his legs can turn into locust jumping engines, and he can even spread his translucent wing membranes to fly past the neon lights of the city. He was not the only "alien" in this cage: some had the sharp eyes of a falcon, some had the sharp claws of a raven, and some could run wildly on the ceiling like a cheetah. A dozen souls whose life trajectories had been tampered with twisted into a rope in despair and smashed the high wall.
On the way to escape, he still couldn't help but leave a bowl of water for the stray dog at the entrance of the alley, but when he rescued people, he discovered an anomaly - when the secret technology organization came to the door, they handed over not only trust, but also a set of battle armor composed of mechanical insects. In the dim light of nano-transmission, there was hidden the confidence to fight against the giant technology company behind the scenes.
