This is [the other side], a space colonial satellite suspended in orbit, a city of "bliss" under the rule of algorithmic theocracy.
Here, emotions determine physics and mind is class.
If your "SAN value" is high enough, the ruins in front of you will be a glorious paradise; once your sanity collapses, the system will "format" you and throw you into the underworld, turning you into the corpse of a cleanser.
In order to survive, the rich buy false happiness, and the poor sell real blood and tears.
And I, at the beginning, was the most expensive and most ruthless "memory plastic surgeon" in the city.
Remove the guilt of a murder, implant a warm childhood, and customize a thousand-fold dose of bliss - as long as the money is available, there is no surgery that I can't do.
The world thinks I am a greedy evil woman, and the system thinks I am a perfectly obedient citizen.
Only I know: There is an "original agreement" discarded by Tianshu himself living in my body. I am the only living virus in this blissful city. I wander between neon and the rust belt, hunting for the most extreme slices of the human heart—obsession, fear, delusion, rage, sorrow, and arrogance. Every time I cut off a piece, I am one step further away from "people" and one step closer to the truth that has been deleted by everyone.
Memory defines the soul, pain is freedom.
The moment Tianshu decided that I was the only bug in the entire system and was about to format me,
The scalpel in my hand is already at the throat of this world.
Really thoughtful work(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧