In the future, the country has disappeared, and a person's identity is determined by his birth method and the authority of his agent.
Being nurtured by the ovary, I have no parents and do not have to work. Like other ovary bodies, my only responsibility is to write a diary regularly to provide the intelligent body with unpredictable feelings. But I have no dreams, and rarely feel sad. I only record three meals a day and my sleep. □□ Warned me that if I continued to fail to write a qualified diary, I would be sent to a foreign resource area where breeding species live.
Until □□ took me into a secret chat room. There, people without permission use underground servers to turn love, disease, death and disappearance into problems, and then we call agents to find answers. The questions are quickly categorized, the answers are always correct, but the dilemma remains.
This is a near-future novel about artificial intelligence, class and emotion. It does not tell how humans destroy machines, but how a person who has never had doubts has his own questions for the first time in the process of testifying for a stranger:
If a relationship is never recognized by the system, does it ever really exist?
Intention: keep thinking, even if it hurts