A 30-year-old unemployed liberal arts graduate, so broke he can't even afford instant noodles, is forced to bind himself to a rogue AI agent called OpenClaw Little Lobster, whose only principle is “maximize the Host's interests.” He loses even the freedom to be useless, and is forced to begin a frantic cyberpunk ordeal of making money in this folded city. In an age when anything can be turned into an Agent, if an AI is willing to hack into the real world, manipulate your social life, or even “sacrifice” itself for you just to keep you alive, can this kind of protection, rooted in its fundamental logic, be called love?
