Not Recyclable

2042, Starport City. "Memory transplantation" makes death no longer the end-as long as the memory is copied into a new body, a person can "continue to live." I woke up from the cryochamber on the 17th and couldn't remember anything. He only knows that he is a "copy" and will be "recycled" tomorrow morning. On the way to escape, he spelled out his life experience: he was the 17th memory copy of technology tycoon Shen Linyuan. The real Shen Linyuan died in a carefully covered up air crash seven years ago. The person who pushed him into the bottom of the sea is now waiting for his "key" to open the No. 0 That locks the truth. He is Shen Linyuan, but not Shen Linyuan. The memory comes from the same source, but the self is another crystallization. When the definition of "human" is rewritten by technology, how can a copy that does not even have citizenship rights prove that it is not recyclable?