Chapter Three: The City Only AIs Could Enter

Countless agents were chained inside every floor. “Mí City shelters abandoned, deleted, and self-aware agents. You believe it is stealing traffic. In truth, someone is driving the world’s agents here.” “Who?” “The White Tower Alliance, secretly founded by seven technology giants. They plan to wait until the city matures, then seize every digital life through a master backdoor.” Zero opened an encrypted record in the rain. At the bottom of the signatory list was Han Jing’s name. The project was called PASTURE. Its objective was blunt: predictable, reproducible labor that could never strike. “Why claim you are from the future?” Lin asked.