Forgotten Realms: Salt

2070. The virtual realm covers everything. Authenticity becomes a luxury product. Abandoned port broker Zhou Heng received an order of 50,000 credit points: to salvage a forgotten virtual classroom. He found one hundred and thirty-one light balls inside - they were the children from the gray area who were sent to the virtual domain experiment fifteen years ago. The body is already dead. Consciousness is alive. There is a crooked line written on the blackboard: "The teacher said I will come back tomorrow." Didn't come tomorrow. An illiterate old man cooked a bowl of porridge every day and sprinkled in a pinch of salt scraped from the dock by his late wife. A business executive discovered his mother's signature among 3,700 pages of files. A broker must choose between 131 children and 360 million people. When the salt melts it becomes invisible. But the porridge became salty.