After the blackout, I became the only "outlaw" in the main control system.
The subway gates swallow people, and the red lines kill everything. Survivors lined up to register and exchange their names and memories for a bottle of water and a bed.
I, Chen She, a structural engineer, refuse to surrender my soul.
When they put on the bite wristbands in the green light area, I used a screwdriver and concrete to nail the first resistance stronghold in the manhole fifty meters underground.
Acid rain corrodes flesh, a swarm of rats stalks the living, and a clearing train formats the map once a week.
They said I wouldn't survive three days.
Now, I am infected with "logical necrosis", and the back of my hand is turning into a mosaic.
On the system screen, my verdict was flashing:
[Recommend recycling]
Ahead is the only tertiary hospital with lights on, where life-saving medicines are locked, and what is more terrifying than death is the registration operating table.
Should I register or rob?
[Survival + Weird Rules + Dystopia> There are no superpowers, only trigonometric functions and the laws of physics to fight your way out of the system's death program.
