The world was sick.
Iron-red rust rained down from the sky. Living things went extinct one after another, while humans came down with Rust Disease, turning their skin, eyes, and hair red. People were ranked into different classes according to their color.
Su Liao transmigrated to an ocean research station and became a special test subject in the plastic bag project.
The test subject's traits were as follows: skin more noble and white than that of the bleached (a white plastic bag); a tendency to spout trash talk after eating too much; and a love of putting on airs.
Su Liao: I don't want to be a poser.
AI: What's wrong with a trash bag that likes to put on airs?
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After the base turned him away as "non-recyclable waste," Su Liao slacked off in the ruins.
AI: You can take the roundabout route to save the country.
"There are resources from the old world beneath the rust layer, and few people can locate them accurately."
"You used to do detection work. One tap, and you could tell if something was damaged inside."
Su Liao drawled: I used to wear protective gear and use instruments. Now I'm crouched on the ground tapping it, like a beggar.
AI: So?
Su Liao: So I have to try to look cool while I tap.
AI: Fine. A trash bag that knows how to pose is the one that wins.
After spending a few days studying in the slums, Su Liao caught people's attention.
"How do you know this rust zone is safe?"
"Are your eyes better than the base's ultrasound equipment?"
"Let Su Liao lead the team! Do you even understand how impressive a zero-accident record is?"
AI: They still don't know you're not afraid of rust rain.
AI: And they don't know you can absorb rust.
Su Liao gave the bag a squeeze.
AI: You're secretly pleased with yourself again, aren't you?
AI: Stop pretending!
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Qu Xiantong was the first human friend he made, and Su Liao cherished him.
Qu Xiantong spread him out on the bed. Su Liao felt it was sacred: this was what a trash bag was meant for, and he treated it with solemn respect. That is, until Qu Xiantong threw something filled with tadpoles into the trash bag. Exhausted and furious, he cried, "Why not just throw it inside me?!"
Qu Xiantong paused. "Are you sure?"
Su Liao regretted it deeply.
A special constitution, a massive golden finger, a trash-bag bottom who loves putting on airs, paired with a noble human top whose unusual bloodline is filthy, elegant, and villainous.
* A post-apocalyptic wasteland fairy tale
Theme: Love can save the world
