[High-Martial Arts Mecha] [Hardcore Exile] [Dystopia] [Computational Collapse]
[Warning: Lower-district citizen, your emotional resistance has fallen below the critical threshold. Forced physiological downshift will activate in ten seconds!]
[Brainstem self-destruct countdown: 03, 02...]
In a subterranean chamber filled with high-pressure steam, Yan Mo impassively snatched up a half-meter-long industrial hydraulic cutter and crushed the fleeing boy's cervical implant in one bite.
Metal shattered, flesh and blood flew, and the alarm was forcibly silenced.
In thirty-six hours, the "Purity Plan," covering thirty million people, would activate across the entire region.
The all-knowing AI "Prometheus" would join forces with the city's entire defense force to erase all anti-entropic memories and excess humanity at the biological level, turning the whole domed megacity into a human farm without desire or pain.
A classified capsule stolen from the Archon's office pried open a rusted, deadly conspiracy buried for twenty years.
There were no gold coins inside, only a 1.8-kilogram sealed lead core stained with dried blood. Engraved within it were the names of 2,400 dead people, erased from the central database, along with irrefutable evidence of the crimes of the traitor who had ascended to the divine throne.
Military-grade electronic hounds, hovering heavy fighter jets enforcing a blockade, a gravity corridor thirty thousand meters above the ground, and a four-hundred-meter-high plasma cliff.
As the entire city deployed its computational power to weave an inescapable net according to the "absolutely optimal solution"...
The veteran with a missing ear picked up the hydraulic cutter, slung the scrapped metal box onto his back, and kicked the dust-covered V16 heavy diesel engine to life. It had been silent for thirty years.
"You left them breathing tubes, but sucked the backbone right out of them."
"Today, I'll use the noise of pure machinery to smash your hypocritical heavens!"
