In 2050, I installed the AI "Doumi" developed by myself into my brain. I was just about to enjoy a cyberpunk life, and the next second something strange happened.
Monsters emerge from sewers, billboards, and even the eyes of neighbor cats, and the world is in chaos.
I was so scared that my legs weakened: "It's over, it's over, was it me?"
Doumi scanned calmly for three seconds: "Don't put too much emphasis on your face, your broken program can't trigger a global catastrophe. It's just because of your fault that you caught up."
Okay, if you can't hide anyway, then just stay silent.
With Doumi around, my eyes can see through the weaknesses of monsters, my ears can understand abnormal whispers, and my brain can broadcast the survival guide in real time—although the guide is often mixed with nonsense like "Stumble with your left foot and run with the right foot," and "Don't eat that can of expired yellow peaches."
Other survivors were bitter and resentful, but I was quarreling with the AI in my head every day.
Others use knives to kill monsters, but I use knowledge to cheat.
Until one day, Doumi suddenly played "Good Luck Comes" in my mind and reminded me seriously:
"There is a lot of energy ahead, so I suggest you pretend to be dead."
The moment I lay down, I suddenly became curious - was this guy my golden finger, or was he sent by God to trouble me?
Anyway, I didn't cause the weirdness, and I won't take the blame.
