Absurd America: 2075

The city under the flashing neon lights shows the meticulous layout of the capitalists; there are the howls and shouts of the homeless; there are the compromises of the employees and the carnival of the gang members. Regarding my own memory, I forget the first part, the middle part, and the last part. But Luo Ji remembered that in this era, what we can rely on is not the order under the law, but the weapons in our hands. At first, I was just a low-level forensic doctor and a corpse collector. Later, they called me the "Godfather of Prosthetics."