At the edge of the distant Sirius galaxy, a planet numbered "Petri Dish-Z" orbits its star.
There are no seasons on the planet, only eternal artificial sunlight.
This is the dirtiest secret of the elites of the Interstellar Federation - the gene farm, which is dedicated to cultivating perfect organ containers for those high-level officials who pursue immortality.
Anson is container number Z-1137, and he was supposed to "mature" at the age of eighteen and be sent to the picking room.
However, an accident allowed him to discover the truth in advance: he was just another person's living organ storage.
When the sunshade dome lowered again, Anson tightened his grip on the homemade weapon in his hand.
If someone is destined to be the sun, why can't it be me?
Under the sun, there are lies; only in the shadows can you find heroes.
Intention: Born as a human being, not defined