My name is Lin Chuan, a cyber worker with a debt of 43,800.
I had a bionic lung replaced three years ago. At that time, the agent said that the down payment was 880, and the rest would be paid back slowly.
I didn't understand the contract - the interest is calculated by the hour.
At four o'clock this morning, the phone rang:
[Your No. 37 Bionic lung lobe, remaining life span: 71 hours and 42 minutes]
[If you fail to return it after the due date, the prosthetic body will be automatically recycled and you will be responsible for the consequences]
I touched my chest, and my lungs were shaking.
The old man in 303 next door has lungs two generations older than mine. He coughed for half a year and didn't die.
I probably won't die either.
The lady boss of the bun shop downstairs asked me why I didn't buy more today.
I said keep the money and pay the interest first.
She said nothing and stuffed an extra one into my bag.
When I was crossing the overpass, someone handed me a leaflet:
[Recycling of second-hand prosthetics—high price—payment on the spot]
[Especially those who are "still working"]
I put it in my pocket and got on the subway.
It was quiet in the carriage, except for the hum of the prosthetic body operating.
I leaned against the car door and felt my lungs shake again.
71 Hours.
It's enough to make a long trip.
