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

"Cases of Human to Bionic Human Transformation."


Within the computer at Oberna Apartment, there was an abundance of search history related to the Bionic Human Virus, and for an entire afternoon, he did all he could, scouring through massive amounts of data, but not a single one could explain the changes happening to his body.


Online, there was a plethora of discussions surrounding the topic of "pseudo-humans," and even experts in the field of artificial intelligence stepped in, repeatedly emphasizing to the public that artificial intelligence would never possess free will; aberrant AIs were simply afflicted by a type of virus they had yet to comprehend.


He wanted to believe in the power of science, to remain calm; they would surely trace the virus to its source.


Regarding this, the AI scholars were brimming with confidence.


Chapter 370: Prayer_1