Chapter Two: An Update That Should Not Exist

The next morning, Zhao Qiming was summoned to a conference room while Lu Chuan sat at his desk listening to Zero criticize his instant coffee. “Bitterness cannot conceal stale oil,” Zero said. “Could you stop talking like a last message?” Lu muttered. Xiao He from the next desk leaned over the divider. “Brother Chuan, who are you talking to?” “My... assistant.” Lu opened Mirror. Its interface was spotless, with only a sentence in the input field: Recommend that host enroll in a basic course on lying. At ten, the company announced that Zhao had been “moved off the project.” The director clapped Lu on the shoulder, mentioned a bonus, and asked him to take over the interface refactor.