To: A Game of Statues for All Humanity

In 2247, only one rule remained in the world:

Whoever moves becomes a "donor."

Move, and all your data, from chat logs and search history to location records, pops up on the screens of all your contacts. In other words: social death.

So humanity learned to stay still. The elite moved into life-support pods, slowing their heart rates to 45 beats per minute. After moving less than a meter in thirty-seven years, they were called the "Everstill."

Seventeen-year-old Lin Mo was a prisoner forced to stay "still" for seventeen years.

Until he sneezed at his father's funeral. His left foot shifted 0.5 centimeters. The alarm blared.

He was marked as a "donor."

The hunt began from above. The ones who saved him were a group of girls wearing fluorescent running shoes. They raced through the underground, using dance and parkour to defy the rules, and wearing being "doxxed" as a badge of honor. They called themselves the "Pulse Runners."

During their escape, Lin Mo cracked the encrypted files his father left behind and uncovered an absurd truth: the man who designed the "donor" virus thirty-seven years ago was his father. And the true source of the virus lay in an undersea data center ten thousand meters below the surface, in the hands of someone named Qin Jing.

He had to go to the bottom of the sea.

Not to shut down the virus.

But to ask one question: Why is moving a crime?

Three forces came after him at once: the Cleaners, determined to preserve order; the Watchers, determined to maintain balance; and the Stillsea, determined to freeze every possibility of "movement" forever.

And behind him, twenty-three teenagers in fluorescent running shoes were turning the surveillance screens of a hundred cities around the world into their own stage.