Equilibrium: the Equation of Destiny

When everything can be calculated, where will the meaning of human beings go? In 2118, a string of waste data changed the life of deep space engineer Chen Mo. Seventy-three thousand six hundred lines, from a probe that had been floating in the orbit of Mars for fifteen years and everyone thought it was useless. Enter the name of a colleague and the terminal spits out the mistakes he will make tomorrow. Enter the server number and spit out the fault accurate to the second. Cash them all. Colleague Lin Shen's death time - 23:17. Every second counts. He knew thirty-four minutes in advance. No police were called. The cost emerges. Every time it is used, the equation takes something away from him, either a limb or a soul. Equivalent exchange. How determined he is to save people, the equation will take away as much as he can. The Psychiatric Observation Bureau came to visit. Assessor Su Wan is the only person whose equation cannot be deduced. She told Chen Mo that she received the first set of signals from B-1703 fifteen years ago. 36 People were observed and all failed. Chen Mo is the 37th... From the waste data of the deep space probe to the gray door secret room of the Observation Bureau; from the resistance deep in the sealing layer at the expense of the body, to the cracks in the core of the equation that are stuck by scattered consciousness - what Chen Mo asked along the way was not "how to use the equation", but "why the equation exists". The answer may lie on every screen that lights up at 3:17 in the morning. The optimal solution is never the end point. Still, that is.