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

"Factions of artificial intelligence? What exactly does that mean?"


The information articulated by Lu Xiang undoubtedly overturned her long-standing understanding. In the cognition of the vast majority of people, artificial intelligence is a tool created by humans to serve humanity. If factions indeed existed, they should belong to the "United Government" faction.


For the benefit of the United Government, to work and fight until the day they are scrapped, such is the destined fate of artificial intelligence.


"This is a long story, but all you need to know is that every piece of artificial intelligence produced by the United Government is branded with a certain mark. Does your phone have a 'restore to factory settings' feature?"


Ante instinctively glanced at her phone screen, her brain rapidly processing the significance of Lu Xiang's words.


Chapter 950: Old World