Island Farming

In 2030, an "accident" involving a dump truck nearly killed him.

He didn't know that, thousands of miles away, the CIA had already unilaterally sentenced him to death.

All because he had created an island that could grow on its own and consume nuclear radiation.

"They're not afraid of weapons. They're afraid of standards. Whoever heals this sea first gets to set the rules."

On the sea, hunters disguised as research vessels. On shore, a blonde agent lurking right beside him. Outside the intranet, a hacker army blowing things up left and right.

And he did just one thing: sink all his life's work into the deep sea, then look up.

"My island, my creation. If anyone wants to uproot it, they can ask the sea if it'll let them."

Three hundred square meters a year, an island in ten years, a new continental shelf in a hundred.