Era of Entropy Part 2: Prisoners of the Brain

When the anesthesia needle penetrated the spine, I discovered that the so-called "resurrection plan" was a sophisticated murder. My husband's consciousness eats away at my brain, and my five-year-old daughter turns out to be a virtual shadow simulated by the code. As a professor of neurosurgery, my mother-in-law spent twenty years refining women into containers of consciousness. The teddy bear is loaded with maternal love program, and the 60% brain threshold becomes the final ethical graveyard. When the ice blue interface grew out of my spine, I finally saw the truth of this technological sacrifice: we are just compiled electrons, gestating the end of human civilization in the womb of 1s and 0s.