Future Awareness Farm: Reaper

The day my mother passed away, I laughed. Thirty years later, I discovered that that smile was the only thing that the Reapers could not understand in their 13.8 Billion years. They harvest human emotions and refine them into fuel. My mother was made into an "ornamental item" with a price tag of "not recyclable." The Awakened One says: Resist! But I discovered that even the resistance was designed by them, and my number was clearly written in the "Awakened Person Cultivation Plan". All exits are blocked. Except one: Lao Zhou, who is in the hospital bed next door, has had his hair in crooked braids for twelve years. "They kept it neatly," he said. "The one I gave her was crooked." I finally understand: In this universe where everything can be priced! The only freedom is to do something "useless". For example, on the day my mother passed away, she smiled inexplicably.