The dim and turbid lamps glide into the colorful and scarlet wine liquid, the swaying red reflects the dancing bodies, and the misty air is filled with the smell of corruption. The knuckled hands clung to the arms of different men and women. He raised his eyes with a sober smile, and the base of his tongue with a butterfly tattoo was looming, "I finally caught you."
The black clothes in the stands flashed past, and the eyes secretly coveting in the dark lowered their crazy eyes. Accompanied by rapid breathing, the chest trembled with excitement, and the corners of the mouth opened happily, "I caught you~"
"It is said that once a person is equipped with a mechanical system and becomes a modified person, he will become a monster without emotions. The bad ones become war cannon fodder and factory tools, and the better ones become the scapegoats of nobles, and they can end up with their bodies intact."
"Are there any exceptions?"
"Yes, number 109, but there is no news about it now..."
"That's such a pity. It could have changed the history of mechanical transformation of human beings. It's such a pity. What about the blond nobleman and the little boyfriend in the scandal bar? Are they together?"
"Have you ever seen nobles and commoners together? It's just for fun. You still take it seriously. It's ridiculous."
Buzzing and bee-like sounds were mixed in the huge factory, and dense ant-like mechanical transformations made people work in an orderly manner...
Purpose: Be the spark that starts a prairie fire and have the courage to resist and speak out