Factories are rising from the ground, and goods are distributed and shipped to all parts of the world. On the core assembly line of the black factory, the black monster squirmed and howled, trying to get off the conveyor belt, and the black worker dragged it into the cargo box.
Ten years after experiencing a horrific epidemic, human beings have become increasingly addicted to the existing comfort and peace and advanced new biotechnology. They have never thought about what is under the skin of the "robots" that serve them day and night and manage affairs.
??????? The truth about the plague, behind the plutocrats, and the centrifugal behavior of various countries under the agreement. Games, contests, interests, the playground where all parties compete, speculation, betrayal, interrogation, who is the trustworthy party, friendship, reason, memories, a pot of wine, a boat, a distance that even the heart cannot touch.
??????? The appearance of comfort is disillusioned, and the truth is cruel and cold. Who can blow away the smoke screen and bring a new sunrise and light?
Intention: love, justice