The System said: "Pollute an object as I say, or your whole family will be erased."
Other people who bound themselves to a System kept it secret, treating it as a golden finger. Jiang Ye immediately called the authorities and turned his System over to the state.
From then on, the Special Administration Bureau had a trainee containment officer. By day, he accompanied his seniors in containing dolls that moved on their own, alarm clocks that replayed human speech, and photographs that cried for help. At night, he had to clean up the mess left by the System's missions, containing each anomaly himself.
Handing it over was easy. Getting into the business was hard.
He soon realized that what kept you alive in this line of work wasn't courage, but good judgment. And the first case he led involved an old doll that had been held for twenty years and was quietly learning to imitate everyone around it. The next person it had set its sights on was someone he couldn't protect, no matter how hard he tried.
