Murder Under the Star Moss

The starting point of this novel is actually a question. In an era where everything is digitized, optimized, and "precisely pushed," what else cannot be calculated? When algorithms can predict our emotions, when social networks can shape our opinions, when "most people like" is almost the same as "right" - where does the person who makes a different voice fit? Stardust moss makes a perfect web. It purifies pollution, maintains order, and eliminates conflicts. In a society where the crime rate approaches zero, life should be safe. But what I want to write about is precisely the disturbing thing behind this "Enron": what happens when a society pursues harmony too much, and what happens to those disharmonious, sharp, rough, and unclassifiable voices? They will be gently wiped away. Not violent suppression, but "optimization." This is the terrible thing about "silence". It does not appear as an enemy, but as a "more rational", "purer" and "more efficient" face. It doesn't cause you pain, it just makes you... Quiet. Forever.