Hidden in the Folds Are People Who Are Not Dead Yet

When Chen Mo's fingertips touched the copper bell, the creases on his left shoulder suddenly became hot - those silver lines squirmed like living creatures, spelling out a line of words on the surface of the skin: "Your mother's laboratory is at the bottom of the well." He is the scavenger who knows the "memory business" best in the Crease Area. He can see the creases in other people's memories: the blank space in the pupils of the insulator's sister, the emotional current beating under the silver needle of Linxi, the fragments of the copper bell embedded in the scar of Experiment 734... These traces, which Memory Core Technology calls "emotional pollution", are exactly the passwords left to the world by the mother. "Should emotions be coded into 0s and 1s?" The patrol team of Memory Core marched forward on the cry of the insulators. Their armor could crush the memory, but it could not stop the trembling of Chen Mo's copper bell - that sound would wake up the deleted fragments: the spectrum of mother crying in the laboratory, the blank father under the sister's paintbrush, the blue heart beating in the chest of No. 734. When the water from the seventh well reached his ankles, Chen Mo finally understood the grammar of all the creases: The so-called "Emotional Container Project" is nothing more than Feng Entropy's desire to boil human pain and love into his elixir of immortality. The lines on his left shoulder had already been engraved with the coordinates of revenge in the resonance of the copper bell.