On a rainy day, takeaway rider Su Mian was suppressed by the platform's algorithm and crashed into an urban crack in an office building.
When he was about to die, something calling himself the "fishing system" came to him——
[It is detected that the host is in a high-concentration "ineffective labor" state...]
[The fishing system is activated. The more you fish, the stronger you become. The harder you work, the more you get punished.
The day he got a gray hour hand tattoo on the back of his hand, Su Mian discovered that after three years of being squeezed out of delivering orders seriously, he could upgrade, get equipment, and get rewards by dazing around, taking detours, and squatting in corners to check his phone.
The platform optimized the algorithm overnight, and he used the algorithm as a cash machine.
The hand protruding from the crack, the missing rider, the rainy night when my mother disappeared twenty years ago - all clues point to an organization called the "Tide Society" and a "programmer" who wants to delete all mankind.
Su Mian held a cigarette in her mouth and squatted by the crack, thinking: Okay.
You want to roll it, but I want to touch it.
Touch the whole world - let me see if you can survive this general strike by restarting the world's servers.
