My Wife Is My Observer

It rained continuously in Linjiang City for three whole months. In the orderly and dead city, with the cyclical daily life, everyone lives in a strangely precise order, and no one notices anything unusual, except Chen Mo. The life of the twenty-eight-year-old seems to be perfect. He has a gentle and considerate wife, Lin Wan, who has never had any flaws. He leads a stable and ordinary life, but endless insomnia and recurring nightmares continue to tear at his cognition. He always dreamed that he was imprisoned in an iron box full of fine needles, unable to move and on the verge of suffocation. Until late one night, he cut his fingertips with his own hands, completely tearing apart the false peace - there was no blood, no pain. Under the skin, there were only gray mechanical fibers and a blue metal core that flickered with the heartbeat. He is not a human being, he is just a replica of a bionic experimental body, a perfect specimen that has been carefully cultivated. And Lin Wan, his wife whom he has loved deeply for three years, has never loved him at all. Her eternal tenderness, extreme thoughtfulness, and daily comfort with medicine were never love, but cold observation work. She is his observer, recording his emotions, monitoring his status, suppressing his awakening with drugs, and waiting for his experimental data to meet the standards. The entire city on a rainy night was a prison, and everyone was a puppet. Only he broke free from the shackles and awakened his consciousness. The warmth of the past is a lie, the complete memory is a programmed program, and a stable life is an endless experiment.