Engineer of the Old Days

When I opened my eyes, the people of the town were pushing me toward the lighthouse. They said the whistle had sounded for three nights, and by tradition they had to offer someone up. I was the only outsider in town.

I glanced at the thing. It was telling the time, not calling for help. It had nine slots left to alter, and I had only ten slots left to live.

My name is Cheng Weiming. In my previous life, I wrote code.

In this life, I repair the world. But this world doesn't pay overtime.