The moment I fell off the cliff, I thought I was dead.
When I woke up, I was inside a server. My parents had uploaded my consciousness as a digital life through the Eternal Life Project. They said I'd been born with a “Mirror Spirit bug,” one in seven billion, which let me sense another dimension: the Void Mirror Realm.
There, cultivators fly on swords, and spiritual energy intertwines with data. I have no spiritual roots, but AI helps me cultivate. My flying sword can predict my opponent's moves, and my techniques can be compiled and optimized. I am data, and I am life.
Someone asked if I was the chosen one.
I said no. I just won the lottery.
The road ahead is mine to choose.
All I want is to sit on the threshold of my own home and watch the sun rise as usual each day.
