When existence is reduced to written code, the world is just a cold sandbox of higher-dimensional existence.
When he woke up from the mechanical cemetery when he was young, his only clear "memory" was his mission as a reborn guard - to save the master in purple robe. This programmed obsession implanted deep in his consciousness became the anchor point for his struggle in Brooke's steel hell, but it was also a mental prison that covered up the laboratory's restraints and red alarm lights. The "rebirth" and "loyalty" he perceives are nothing but false instructions carefully woven by the consciousness matrix.
Above the clouds, the neon city in the sky is by no means a fortress of civilization, but a cruel arena for power games. The fall of Apollo Alpha, the fall of the Brook Zone, the exile of the Defilers... These seemingly catastrophic events are actually chess games controlled by a cold will beyond human understanding in a higher dimension. Every decision made on the cloud uses billions of flesh and blood as chips to verify some ultimate algorithm for the survival of civilization. His awakening begins with tearing apart the code veil of his own memory, and finally penetrates the dark rules of how the world operates...
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