In 3145, New Tokyo's seventh dome was suspended over the Pacific Ocean.
Holographic advertisements flow among the clouds, and connecting stations for mechanical prosthetics and biological nerves are scattered all over the streets. Lin Jinxing huddled behind the operating table of the underground clinic, her fingertips brushing over the neural interface on the back of the patient's neck - this was her 137th illegal access to the "Memory Bank" to repair the broken souls swallowed by the torrent of data.
"Can you help me get my wife's smile back?"
"The hoarse male voice startled her into spilling the disinfectant.
Purpose: Mutual redemption of broken souls