The world in the Doomsday Variation has been reshaped by mechanical civilization: the living are like ants. Only by staying awake in the steel jungle can we see the truth that is pale between virtuality and reality. A game anchor squatting in the live broadcast room flipping through the "Silver Queen" skin, in the ancient weapon system that he accidentally clicked on during the live broadcast, encountered a strange but familiar precept and memory in the depths of his soul; in the blink of an eye, when he woke up, he seemed to have traveled to the underground torture center of the Qianqa Jupiter Colony. , There is still a ring of coldness between the knuckles that had just been released from the cuffs - the wrist attack through the interstellar quantum network pulled this adult relaaperson from more than ten years later to the "last world" thirty years ago, and the war song that was exclusive to the bones and blood was immediately activated. Old and new grudges, battles between data and flesh, operations or racial degradation and rejuvenation; in this "Who am I" reincarnation, he has been reduced from the defeat of the troops in the customs to the No. 1 NPC. He can only follow the memory path woven with stars and gunfire, and in the last non-information controlled real world after the steel ocalypse - that vague "special" luster - to find a path to the embers of human identity that is completely judged by the algorithm to "never exist".
