Running Kernel

2146, Yongzhou New City. The artificial white night hangs from the ceiling all year round, and algorithms control all order in the world. The barrier isolates life and death, the chip shackles mortals, and the cold code builds a perfect cage of death and silence. No one awakens, no one rebels, and all living beings indulge in eternal peaceful numbness. Until a ray of open fire fell on the desolate ruins. No. 0 Stands alone, not breaking down the city with brute force or resisting with violence. He uses fire to corrode the walls, heat to melt the ice, and breeze to break down the prisons. When the iron is simmered over a slow fire, the brittle film cracks and the wind blows into the cage. The withered bones resonate, wake up and return to the group, the weak stand up, and the origin awakens. Algorithms try to freeze cracks, cover up decay, and cling to false eternity. And we take root with the remaining traces and break the situation with warmth. The high visible walls will eventually crumble, and the cold order will eventually perish. When the wind blows into the cage again, everything will wake up. #Cyberpunk#cold style#group portrait#slow heat#dystopia#artificial intelligence#game#depressive atmosphere#awakening#apocalyptic city-state