Glitched Player 001

On the rooftop of the login center, there were colorful balloons, a band, and a rainbow over the fountain. Below it, in the hospital, exquisitely featured nonhuman creatures smiled as they welcomed guests, while rows of people with exposed organs were wheeled toward the furnace. Ranking No. 001 had somehow escaped from the game and arrived at the hospital with a flyer in hand. “Madam, welcome to the Repair Center. Please hand me your information terminal.” “Hello, Ms. Tu. We haven’t detected any external injuries or pathological bodily mutations. Please tell us what you need. You may also choose to leave the Repair Center.” No. 001 replied with sincere, innocent eyes: “Amnesia. I have amnesia.” The nonhuman creature’s eyes glowed blue as it examined her. “No problems detected.” No memories, no past, no way home. No. 001 didn’t like this blankness. Glitch Player No. 001: online.