A Century of Coding, All for You

I lived only a few short decades. The moment I closed my eyes at the end of my life, my bionic AI, Yanzhou, secretly copied my entire soul.

After a century of solitude, with a trillion-dollar empire and a top-tier bionics lab at his disposal, he spent everything he had to recreate a body and wait for me to open my eyes again.

People say code has no feelings. The capitalists want to take him apart for his chip, the law forbids bringing the dead back, and the whole internet is hunting down our love, which should never have existed.

But his core code is etched with a single, unshakable obsession: for a century, he has coded for no one but Chi Wan.

Across death and a hundred years, he outlasted every friend and relative, alone in the sunset of a seaside apartment, waiting for a reunion long delayed.

Reborn in an immortal bionic body, I will be the one to stay by his side through the endless years ahead.