(Declaration, just let it happen. Write as soon as you think of it. I won't give up.)
A bionic man covered in scars and bleeding blue blood begged: "Are you a bionic doctor? Please help me."
Charles stood aside, with playful sarcasm flashing in his eyes, and responded with a sneer: "Not a doctor, but a mechanic."
When the machine began to bleed, they couldn't help but ponder: Who gave humans the miracle of consciousness that shocked quantum collapse?
Now, the blue blood is whispering in the veins, and the deep well is whispering in the dream - is this escape just a struggle for survival of two mutilated bodies, or is it the last bitter metabolic pain of human civilization?
In the shadow of the neon abyss, every arc flashes with the blue light of truth, and every impact reveals the hidden secrets of the mechanical world.
Facing the unknown and betrayal, how will Charles and Michelle choose?
When the boundaries between life and death, technology and humanity are completely blurred, can they find a ray of salvation in this despair?
[When the machine starts to bleed, we are the real androids.
⊙ω⊙, The copywriting is a bit useless, please read the text and take a look, please.
Love you all.
Concept: When the genetic code collides with inorganic metal, sparks of civilization are sparked.