"You have an amnestic order to be processed - customer name: Lin Wan."
As the attending physician at a memory clinic, I help clients cut out their pain every day: domestic violence, betrayal, murder...
Until the system prompted me to place an order for myself.
Surveillance video shows:
? On July 14, I rushed into the clinic covered in blood, holding in my hand the brain slices from my mother's car accident.
? In the basement freezer, 37 glass jars contain my memories. The labels are all written in the same handwriting.
? There is a reflection in a black raincoat, repeating in my voice: "You sold the memory of matricide"
Even more terrifying is the discovery in the neural hive:
The incinerator is filled with cloned fetal brains, labeled [MN-00: Original Lin Wan]
The nanoworms spit out by my mother before she died formed an order: "Don't sell your memory this time."
The blood stain test on the bronze scalpel showed that I killed her 37 times
Hei Yuyi smiled in the mirror: "We live by selling memories."
It opened its hood, revealing a face exactly like its mother:
"And your first business... Is yourself."
Now, there is only 00:01% left in the countdown to burning.
The choice is simple:
① Press the OK button to become the perfect memory dealer
②Catch that wisp of light leaking in from the quantum gap...
The midsummer sunshine left to me by my mother
Purpose: To explore the nature of self-salvation through the black market trading of memories, and to protect the undelete glimmer of humanity in the midst of technological alienation.