The soles of Arbitrator Karen's boots ran over the sticky nutrient solution residue, and he pushed open the iron door of a low-rent house less than 5 square meters in the waste area on the 17th floor of the Cyber-γ hive.
There was no light in the room, only the terminal screen emitted a faint blue light, illuminating the cold body on the chair. The deceased was a 27-year-old waste sorting worker. His body was shriveled up, and his fingers were still clutching the nerve connector connected to the soul companion terminal. On the screen, the virtual girl with a gentle smile was still playing the love words in a loop: "My dear, don't leave me, only I really love you."
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