2149, Xinhai City. The rich exchange their prosthetic bodies for eternal life, while the poor are reduced to consumables. Emotions are the most useless things in this era.
Lu Jin, an underground prosthetic reformer, had his hands blown up by gangsters and was equipped with a pair of inferior mechanical hands. He hates prosthetics, hates capital, and hates this cannibalistic world.
Lin Zhan, the daughter of the Shen family, was born with organ failure, and her father transplanted her consciousness into a perfect bionic prosthetic body. She possesses all human emotions, but not an inch of real flesh.
The gangster's gun was pressed against the back of Lu Jin's head: "Tear her down and get the core."
In the workshop, Lu Jin looked at the exquisite "thing" on the operating table and sneered: "We spent billions to build a beautiful refrigerator."
Lin Zhan opened his eyes, amber pupils reflected his face: "Are you here to see a joke too?"
At that moment, Lu Jin discovered that there was anger, sadness, and something more vivid than most humans in these eyes.
He should have torn her apart.
He didn't want to give up.
He fled with her.
A man who hated the whole world taught a "machine" what human fireworks are.
A woman who shouldn't have feelings used her last blue light to melt away the rusty hatred in his body bit by bit.
The gang is chasing them, their father is betraying them, and the whole world wants to tear them apart.
But he said: "You are human, you always have been."
She said: "Then can I love you?"
This is a story about scrap iron and roses.
About how a man who was crushed by the world used a pair of broken hands to catch a heart that should not exist.
About how a disembodied woman uses her hot emotions to prove——
Only those who feel pain are truly alive.
