Ten minutes before closing time, there was a knock on the rolling shutter door.
The guest outside the door was wrapped in an old raincoat. Under the raincoat, eleven mechanical tentacles dripping black water stretched out.
Wu Jie pointed to the price list on the wall: "If you repair your brain, I'll give you a tentacle."
The thing hesitated for a moment and made a "two" sign.
"Okay, two."
Wu Jie, who traveled through time and became the owner of a prosthetic body shop in a village in the city, slowly discovered the truth of the world——
The prosthetic bodies, brain machines, and artificial intelligence all over the city are all pirated technologies stolen from an ancient corpse.
Weirdness is a malfunction of piracy; madness is a crash; those weird things above are just old machines waiting to be returned to the factory.
And he was mistakenly registered as the only registered "original factory authorized maintenance engineer" in the world.
The whole city is using pirated versions, and I am the only one who can install the genuine version.
There are only three rules in our store:
Ancestor craftsmanship. Only parts accepted. Free repairs without warranty.
