Happy Community

"10% Down payment, freehold property." When I first saw the green leaflet, I thought it was salvation. It wasn't until late at night when I saw a steel needle piercing my wife's spine to extract life, and a circuit board exposed under the lawn, that I realized – there is no "happy community" here, there are only people numbered 30 waiting in a petri dish to suck our flesh and blood. And the always-smiling Aunt Wang in the sales office is watching behind the monitor screen: a lie called "home".