While delivering food on a rainy night, I, along with my electric car, were sucked into a rift in time and space. When I opened my eyes, I became the "top cultural relic" of the future - myself.
In the future, people will rely on nutritional supplements to survive. After drinking half a bottle of my iced black tea, they cried bitterly on the spot and wanted to recognize me as their ancestor;
I used two crumpled hundred-dollar cash in my pocket to exchange for a sky apartment with a garden;
They had to make an appointment with an AI engineer for three days to repair a door lock. I casually opened it and it clicked. The whole crowd was shocked and called the police, saying that I had cracked the "ancient mysterious mechanism".
Until the nutritional supplement giant that monopolizes the world cornered me in the alley: "Hand over your dirty original formulas, there is no need for fireworks in this era."
I smiled and patted my rusty takeout box.
You may not know that in 2024, we call this——
"Dimensionality reduction strike".
