Archive Corrector

There is no time, no space, no light, no sound, no physical weight, and no boundaries of consciousness. Lin Yan's last memory was in the underground bunker in the late autumn of 2098. The alloy hatch slowly closed, white dormant gas filled the nasal cavity, and in his ears was the last instruction left by the first-generation developer: "If you wake up, the world must be sick. Remember, you are not the guardians, you are the correctors. "