We Who Cannot Be Formatted

The three most annoying things in Yu Huai's life are: being regarded as the reincarnation of a legendary figure who has been dead for 180 years, being closely monitored 24 hours a day by an intelligent machine that doesn't even make a sound of breathing, and - three or nine days a year, that guy's body temperature will automatically adjust to a temperature that makes him unable to bear to leave and continue to rely on him. "I'm so annoyed. Are you going to let me go?" He said this every year, but he never moved away every year. The boyfriend who is a loyal dog father in the first year × the hot-haired kid who is a cat in the second year A formatted omnic, a child raised as a monster. It has been unclear who is whose guardian since a hundred years ago. Heavy things will sink and light things will rise into the air. And we are all in this together. What exactly is the weight of existence? Is unformatable us. They are two souls trapped between heavy and light. On the broken ice of the sea of ​​consciousness in the apocalypse, on the edge of formatting, they try to become each other's line of code over and over again that cannot be deleted. Concept: In a world where everything can be formatted, replaced, and quantified, the only thing that cannot be formatted is that someone chooses to remember you. The only irreplaceable thing is who you choose to be. In this era where memories and protocols fall together, and data and souls coexist, what I catch is a piece of falling snow in front of your monument.