When Ye Liangqiu clicked the logout button for the 39th time, the Qingteng system popped up a red prompt:
**"Dear taxidermist, you have successfully carved 368 social tombstones. Do you want to enable digital immortality?"**
Ye Liangqiu, a 25-year-old cleaner in the Yuanverse, discovered that he was just a human battery for the social empire - those throbbing left swipes late at night, unsent confessions, and rejected breakfasts were all refined into "lonely energy" by the system and delivered to the first generation users of eternal life in the cloud.
When she tried to end this nightmare by logging out of her account, the entire city began to collapse digitally:
A countdown to the death of an ex-boyfriend appears on the wrapper of an expired sandwich in a convenience store;
The gentle male voice on Douyin is actually an AI clone of myself twenty years later;
And the Ivy League male guest who always sends "Are you there" at three o'clock in the morning has a biochip interface that is exactly the same as hers inserted into the back of his neck...
**"We think we are choosing love, but in fact we are filling in the epitaph for capital."**.
Purpose: Fight against loneliness