In the future world, emotions become luxury goods, and the rich experience reality by buying the joys, sorrows, and joys of the poor.
As a top emotion extractor, I numbly harvest the emotions of others every day, but unexpectedly find that my own memory is being quietly replaced.
What's even more frightening is that the replaced memory fragments actually come from a person who has long been declared dead.
When the boundaries between reality and fiction are blurred, should I trust my own heart or the cold machine data?
