I woke up from a hundred-year slumber, all my memory was lost, and only an invincible cybernetic body remained.
They say the world was destroyed by nuclear war, but there is a voice in my head that calls itself "the system" whispering:
"History is false, and the enemy is the 'god' created by your own hands."
In the past, there were corporate lackeys who controlled the gangs, and in the latter, there was a cold AI that controlled order.
I held the electromagnetic gun, and the system planned every killing path for me.
They said I was killing gods, I was just correcting a mistake——
A mistake about "digital theocracy" made by my brother and I a hundred years ago.
