Imperfect Life

In companies these days, what is deducted for overtime work is not salary, but life expectancy. On the day that system architect Lu Chen was laid off, he was pulled into a rule-distorted zone called "overtime hell." Your work station is your tomb. If you fail to meet the KPI, your life span will be deducted. If you get off work before seven o'clock, you will be directly "optimized". What's even more disgusting is that the "users" who like your articles on the platform are all employees who died here before - they still have to continue working after they die. Fortunately, Lu Chen has been good at one thing since he was a child: finding loopholes. His father jumped off a building because of a system bug, and it took him three years to completely figure out the bug. From then on, he firmly believed in an iron rule - all rules, as long as they are designed by humans, must be inconsistent. Even if the person who designed it was not a human but an ancient god. In the maze of rules, he met two brothers who had died: Zhou Yuan, a former criminal policeman who could use his body to withstand the backlash of the rules, was taciturn but valued the lives of his comrades more than his own; Wen Yu, a psychology student, could sense other people's emotions and block mental pollution. When Lu Chen was about to be swallowed by absolute rationality, he would drag him back to the world with the words "You have to keep your flaws." The three of them travel through hells condensed by the stubborn ills of real society - the tribunal of cyber violence, the information cocoon woven by algorithms, the ideal city of perfect involution - using logic and true feelings to find cracks in the rules, and protect each other's humanity in life and death decisions. The Chaos Order wants to resurrect the "God of Absolute Rules" and turn the world into a cold, perfect machine. Lu Chen said: Fuck you, people are worth living just because they are imperfect. Because in a godless world, people are each other's gods.