On the 1,031st biological day after Su Yan's death, I shot her lungs with a photon gun in the simulator.
Instead of ending the process, I grabbed her hair and pressed that beautiful face hard on the table.
I fucked her over and over again, roughly and hysterically like an animal in heat.
The love affair lasted for three days and three nights, and ended with the vital sign monitor issuing a three-level alarm and actively cutting off the biomagnetic connection. ——Confessions.
# Pervert's long road to chasing his wife.
Concept: Logic needs to be self-consistent, love and hate must be closed loops
