Lin Shixiang stood in front of the purification window on the third floor of the funeral home, watching the nano-scale acid particles explode into fine purple sparks outside the protective shield. The rain in 2077 is no longer H₂O, but the product of data cleaning agents and heavy metal exhaust gases discharged by major companies mixed in the ionosphere, with a sweet rusty smell that corrodes the seams of prosthetics. Of course, normal people cannot smell it. Their olfactory chips were blocked by the "fresh air subscription service" ten years ago. This "uncomfortable smell"
