Chapter Four: Grandma Died Twice on Sublevel Seven

Fifteen years earlier, a younger Gu Beichen stood before the locker with tears in his eyes. Shen lay on the table and inserted the neural wires into her own skull. “Tianheng needs my judgment model for the first Convergence,” she said. “It can have this body. I will leave my doubt to the future.” “Who is the future?” Gu asked. She looked toward Lin across fifteen years. “A child who will hate me.” The memory broke. Lin fell to his knees, blood running from his nose. Someone applauded behind them. A man in a black motorcycle helmet stood in the vapor with seven strangers carrying mechanical crossbows. A severed network cable was sewn onto every jacket.