My name is Lin Shen, forty years old. He used to be the chief system architect of "Creation Technology", and now he is the delivery person of Abyss.
In fact, this is a more immersive and risky "takeaway" - delivering the sweet dreams of insomniacs, sealed painful memories or encrypted data, and the recipient is hidden in the multi-layered consciousness network of the "Abyss Dream Realm".
The dreamland is a bizarre and bizarre graveyard of rationality. Young couriers are either addicted or struggling, but I deconstruct it with the thinking of an architect: it is a huge, ancient, super-dimensional system full of loopholes, the distorted scene is an inefficient data structure, the gibbering is the noise of the system log, and the "magic" is just an underlying API that has not been fully understood.
Just do this for money. In reality, the load on the "system" is too high: the mortgage, my daughter's international class tuition, and my wife's life expectations pressured me to "go offline" quickly. This part-time job in Mengyu was the only option.
Sneaking into the dreamland is like unauthorized access. It may trigger a "firewall" or be swallowed by a "virus", but I know how to evaluate the risks. I am willing to take on everything for the stability of my home "local area network".
I signed the agreement and put on the access device. The reality is heavy and the abyss is treacherous. I just want to find a balance between the two systems, use code thinking to solve the madness, and use my middle age to serve as a deliveryman who guards the glimmer of light. My story begins with an order I couldn't refuse.
