Who Stole Our Memories?

In 2136, humanity has achieved immortality.

Clone a young, healthy body, then download your memories into it.

Burn the old one, put it out of its misery, and make the switch seamlessly.

My name is Qin Yang, and I manage private memory data.

After all, everyone has secrets they don’t want others to know. I’m a professional: I do the job for money and keep my clients’ secrets.

I like playing Grand Theft Auto.

In the game, the boss just gunned down two of his men because “they were getting too close to his wife.”

Was his wife just a scapegoat?

Was it a case of double-crossing?

Am I next?

I don’t know!

But I swear, there’s nothing going on between me and his wife!

Suddenly, gunshots rang out beside me!

Bang!