The Data God's Eye

Lin Zhou figured he must have forgotten to check his horoscope before leaving the house today.

He stared at the black parcel on the table. It looked just like a brick, and he couldn’t help wondering who had sent it. The address was clearly his, but the sender’s name was just a crooked smiley face, as halfhearted as could be.

“Hey, Lin, what kind of junk did you order online this time?”

His roommate, Wang Peng, leaned over from behind him, a cigarette he hadn’t lit between his lips, and asked indistinctly.

“Get lost. When have I ever ordered junk?” Lin Zhou retorted irritably, but his hands kept moving. In just a few quick motions, he had opened the parcel.