Archiver

When I came home from working overtime in the early morning, a "Midnight Operation Regulations" was posted on the elevator mirror: It is forbidden to look in the mirror for more than ten seconds, and everything serves the purpose of "data archiving". I scoffed until the elevator plummeted to the non-existent -B4 floor, and a forced pop-up window appeared on my phone: [Archiver LN-07, please get your black notebook back]. I returned "home" and found it in the dust. It neatly records the three deepest and darkest secrets of my life, including the huge lies I told my mother about her illness. At that moment I understood that something was systematically "backing up" humanity. I was trapped as an archivist, sneaking into the memory bottle storage area every 72 hours to recover luminous bottles encapsulating human emotions. My shame and guilt have become a sample numbered "LY-Memory-01". Channeling my veteran SD-12, beneath the skin of my arms is a network of glowing fibers. Losers, she said, become the gray and white human "scrap" in the corner. Until I saw the profile of SD-12 in a bottle of memory belonging to the late expert "Shen Duo". Her real name is Shen Meng. The founder of "Heart Mirror" is Shen Duo. The system is at the tentacles of reality, unfathomable. It is "digesting" me faster. Now, I type these words. If you see a strange rule in an elevator, don't read it, don't believe it, don't look in the mirror. If your memory starts to blur and your emotions become thin, be careful with that "mood assistant" on your phone. Because it's archiving that never stops. And you may be the next numbered bottle.