Disinfection 3188

They told me that this is a gift called "disappearance". In an era where everyone relies on facial recognition and has nowhere to hide their digital identity, "face removal" technology emerged as the times require. With just one injection, facial muscles will gently and irreversibly relax and calm down, eventually returning to a smooth, featureless blank. They say you'll be free from debt, legal recourse, and a bad past. You will be truly free. I accepted it. When I woke up, what I felt was a flat "face", like an unopened doll. At first, this didn't feel bad. It wasn't until late at night that I "saw" myself for the first time - not through a mirror, but as a blurry reflection on the dark phone screen. That face was not empty. Under the smooth skin, it was like mercury was flowing, and the outline of the facial features was sometimes raised and sometimes sunken. It seemed to be struggling, trying to regroup into something familiar—the face I had discarded. Immediately afterwards, the flowing outline was fixed, but it pieced together an absolutely unfamiliar and malicious smile. I covered my head in horror, but couldn't reach my mouth to scream. At this time, the phone screen suddenly lit up, and a message from an unknown number appeared: "Do you like... The new face we picked for you?" It's not imitating. It is growing. What I dissolve is not the appearance, but the cage that imprisons "it".