In the interstellar age, love is contraband. And I'm a top smuggler.
They live for five hundred years and do not understand what heartache is.
They use algorithms to match partners and laugh at "fate" as superstition.
Their children learn "rational empathy" in the cradle of AI.
Until I, an "emotional defective product" from the ancient earth, started live broadcasting.
A song that makes trillions of viewers cry late at night.
A bowl of noodles caused the stock price of the nutritional cream giant to collapse.
A story about "waiting" set off an emotional revolution sweeping the stars.
The federation lists me as the highest threat on charges of: illegally spreading hope, smuggling tenderness, and awakening people's hearts.
And my followers said:
"What he gave us was never culture, but what we have lost for ten thousand years - our soul."
