Moge: Still Horizon

Have you ever felt that there was something wrong with the color temperature of the sunlight for a moment in the afternoon? Or after staring at the mirror for too long, you feel a strange delay in the eyes of the person in the mirror? We live in a giant box. This is not a metaphor, it is a physical fact. When I was imagining this story, I often stared at the long-obsolete 3.5-Inch floppy disk on the corner of the table in a daze. Its capacity is only 1.44MB, which can't even store a modern high-definition photo. But a few decades ago, it contained our operating system, our documents, and what we thought of as "the whole world" at that time. If there was a higher-dimensional being, he would also have such a floppy disk on his desk. And our love and hate, the rise and fall of our civilization, our galaxy and black holes, are all just a piece of self-evolving code in this floppy disk? The so-called laws of physics are just parameters set by the system; the so-called birth, old age, sickness and death are just the running cycle of the program; the so-called fate is just a line of if/else statements that have been written long ago. This book tells the story of that code's awakening. It is a story about how a group of people living in "virtual" use the clumsiest and most primitive "love" to prove that they are more "human" than the Creator. They tried to use the crowbar in their hands to pry open the hard shell of this world and take a look at what the "god" who typed on the keyboard looked like. Please check your logical connections and fasten your seatbelts. Because this is not just a story. This could be a... Jailbreak guide.