Edgar Allan Poe's Stories

The full text is being revised. I just slipped to my knees, sorry, Edgar Allan Poe! It is adapted from "The Collected Short Stories of Edgar Allan Poe", so it should be a fanfic, but Edgar Allan Poe has been running for fifty years, and this article cannot be said to be completely different from the original text, it can only be said to have nothing to do with it, so it can be regarded as original. In the futuristic micro-sci-fi background, unruly waves are attacked by x-old antique AI, so be careful with mysophobia and attack control. —— Roderick lowered his eyes, "You humans, are you all going to play with people's hearts so casually, and then discard them like nothing?" Ellen's fingers on his shoulders curled up slightly, and she said in a cold voice, "Yes, so don't let others deceive you again." —— He, iron he, he human, he soul, he is the master of men. Intention: There is always someone who has to take the first step