When Lin Mo dragged the second-hand refrigerator back from the scrapyard, he just wanted to dismantle the compressor to pay for the rent. But when binary rain started falling in the refrigerator, he discovered that some of the "waste" contained fangs that could tear reality apart.
The black chip is like a block of ice in the palm of your hand, and the strange symbols on it overlap with the marks behind the ears of the delivery man in the corridor - those "people" without pupils, those monitors that change the flashing frequency late at night, are all silicon-based parasites wearing carbon-based skins.
The 72-hour countdown was jumping on the phone screen, and the parasite's voice directly entered my mind: "Find the host, or the entire area will be formatted."
The fat little fat man always murmurs the secrets of chips when he is drunk, but turns around with a confused look on his face; in the old newspapers that were exploded in the scrap factory twenty years ago, the fuzzy black dots are perfectly connected to the chips; even the old computers he dismantled have the same symbols hidden on the motherboards.
Lin Mo hid in the mountains of scrap metal, listening to the parasite's disguised footsteps getting closer and closer. He didn't know whether the "host" was a sleeping silicon-based mother nest or some ultimate parasite hidden among humans. He only knew that in this hunting game of carbon and silicon, he was never the only prey.
When a screwdriver for disassembling electrical appliances encounters a parasitic code that can tamper with genetic sequences, it will either dismantle these "alien" objects back to their parts, or watch the entire city turn into an incubator for silicon-based creations.
