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

"Listen carefully, to abandon the flesh and become a pure Consciousness Entity is simply a necessary process in the Ceremony of Ascension, not its true purpose. Why must we discard the weak flesh, and why must consciousness persist nearly eternally?"


This was both a challenge to RT1 and a question he asked himself.


This time, RT1 failed to provide a clear answer.


It couldn't even understand why the question was being asked; in its view, the Decadence Ceremony it replicated had sufficiently restored the Ceremony of Ascension. That was enough.


But this was also the first time the human figure had spoken so much to it.


In the past, although they had maintained a partnership, the other party was never a good partner. In RT1's definition, the other was a lazy, self-centered, arrogant person who did nothing. When the new era dawned, this nasty characteristic was also optimized.


"The answer is to become the master of one's destiny."


Chapter 966: Shame_2