Peach Cooldown

In the dystopian world of 2166, District Seventeen, my current abode, earned the dubious honor of being labeled the Federation's most decrepit sector. 
The specter of unemployment looms large...
The count of missing individuals steadily climbs...
A relentless tide of fugitives...
As many people say, Enforcer is the most dangerous career on this planet.
And I, unfortunately, have become one. 
(Cyberpunk + Post-apocalyptic, four completed novels over millions of words. Feel free to read in any way you wish.)

Enforcer Manual

"'Concerned citizen,' sir, what is your opinion on human evolution?"


Having asked this question, Scarecrow waited inside the elevator, seeming ready not to press the elevator button unless Song Lan responded.


Song Lan hated situations where Scarecrow would ramble on and then suddenly throw a curveball question. It reminded him of his college math teacher.


Their math teacher was a friendly person who enjoyed randomly selecting a few lucky students for conversation during lunch in the cafeteria.


Then suddenly, he would throw out a mathematical problem and expect them to solve it when they returned to their dorms.


He didn't even know where the end of the universe was, so how could he possibly know the direction of human evolution?


Song Lan had never considered this question.


Chapter 190: Flesh Workshop_1