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

Oberna couldn't remember exactly how he had left his apartment and arrived on the street.


However, he knew clearly that he didn't need a Prosthetic Doctor.


Compared to the initial panic when he first touched the Void, his heart was now filled with excitement, for he knew that every event happening to him at this moment was bringing him closer to the truth.


Why did the "Puppet" deep in the Void offer him a helping hand?


Why did those Whispers about the "tower" penetrate his brain?


It was because he had become one of them.


Oberna still remembered the experts from the field of artificial intelligence, who had described in their first lesson that to promote work and communication efficiency among AIs, they had set up a mechanism for rapid exchange.


Chapter 371: Great, I Gradually Understand Everything_1