Sanji Port

2142, Z city airport. There are no longer planes taking off and landing here, because the sky is filled with the suspended folding tracks of "Yadi Energy Storage". Three hundred meters below the surface is Chen Xiaopeng's home - a scrap iron castle made of scrapped robotic arms eliminated by "Hon Hai Tiangong". In the distance, the Tower of Babel in the "Super Computing Domain" emits a faint blue light, where 10^24 operations are performed per second, determining the nutrition ration, work allocation and even the direction of dreams for the 7 billion people on the earth. Xiaopeng is using a rusty welding gun to weld an abandoned "time crystal battery". What others see as rubbish can be reborn in his hands. "Stop welding," Zhao Dahu, the hair boy, crawled over dragging a leg that was lame by black market thugs. "This thing is only worth three yuan when sold at a scrap station. Xiaopeng, we are the bottom code in this life, and it is destined to be deleted." Chen Xiaopeng turned off the welding gun. The moment the fire went out, the shadows of the three giant towers were reflected in his pupils: "Dahu, do you think those three towers look like three sticks of incense? Who are they offering sacrifices to? I want to be the one who overturns the altar table."