In this folding city ruled by neon lights and algorithms, if you don't install a prosthetic body, connect to a neural network, or accept the discipline of big data, you are a "monster."
Mo Wen is the biggest monster.
He gave up the power to make rules, hid in the old streets, and ran a grocery store that accepted everything but "serious business".
Here you will see:
A top hacker sweats profusely trying to help the bathhouse proprietress fix her computer;
A murderous bounty hunter bargains with his boss for a few pieces of braised pork;
The mad artist held up a red umbrella for the blind girl on a night filled with acid rain.
They are "bad debts" judged by the system and "redundant data" that must be cleaned up.
But when the rainstorm was approaching and everyone was busy turning themselves into cold machines to protect themselves, only this group of monsters clumsily lit a fire.
"Mr. Yin, your towering tower has everything except the human touch."
This is a war about "pyrotechnics" against "high-tech" technology.
There is no system, no time travel, just a middle-aged man leading a group of scarred fellow humans on the edge of the cliff, teaching the world how to live like "human beings".
