The middle-aged man died of sudden cardiac death on the seventh day.
His wife, Su Qing, used his phone with a broken screen to scroll to the last comment:
"AI hydrology!!"
She didn't cry. Just put your hand over the screen.
I remember seven days ago, at 3:47 in the morning, I had a sudden heart attack.
His left hand was still pressing Ctrl+S, and there was an unfinished sentence left on the screen:
"Lin Mo finally understood that this world never gives a man over forty years old..."
What's after the dash?
Now, everyone wants to know the answer.
The after-tax cash withdrawal balance of Tomato Novel is 237.6 Yuan.
The playback volume of Douyin short video stopped at 27.
When I die, no one knows who I am.
Su Qing posted the obituary using my account,
Forty-seven thousand people flooded into the comment section of my novel, crying and shouting "come back."
But I can't come back.
This is a story about the deepest fear of ordinary content creators in the AI era: working hard not to be seen, only to be recognized after death.
If you have ever been anxious about data traffic late at night, if you are also afraid that no one will see your efforts——
After reading it, then tell yourself: In fact, living is quite good!
