Living in the Cyber World

When I was working at the android recycling yard, I met an old man. He looked like a scavenger, but his eyes were bright and he spoke in an orderly manner. I chatted with him a few times during my free time. He said that he was also a man who had seen the world. He had broken into gangs, worked in companies, installed powerful prosthetics, and carried out dangerous missions. I was very interested and wanted him to tell me about it. He shook his head, said he was rushing to die, and handed me a notebook. I opened this notebook and on the first page, I only wrote one sentence: "Living in the cyber world"