The old scar on his shoulder was gone, as if he had never been injured. Shen Yandi had woken up countless times, and everything around him told him it was better to forget.
But in the gaps between the files, he saw his own signed objection. On the handover list, he also read two labels: stabilized, eliminated.
Someone had compressed memories and personalities into curves that could be measured. Success meant no one would ask questions anymore.
He refused to keep being treated as the so-called void. Carrying evidence that had not yet been completely erased, he moved on. Every question added another risk. But he had decided to make that so-called curve rise again.
