Kotake? I Hit the Mecha with One Punch

The city never sleeps, with neon and holographic ads turning the sky a cheap, liquid purple. The stream of light in the suspended lane is like a vein, conveying efficiency calculated in seconds. Here, strength, future, and even how much money you are worth are all clearly quantified by the cold personal terminal on your wrist. It's called the "Ladder System". From the moment you are born, your genetic potential, neural response, and learning curve are graded. A-level living in a cloud apartment and breathing air purified by molecular sieves; F-level? Sorry, your site is in the maze of alleys in the old city, accompanied by steam leaking from pipes and the damp musty smell that lingers all year round. Everyone says that this is the fairest era, and the data does not lie. But no one asked, those things that cannot be scanned - such as the curve of your cheeks when you grit your teeth, the dull whistle when your fist scrapes the air, and the frightening fire called "unwillingness" in your chest - which category should these be classified into?