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

Peeping at a couple's intimate moments is not something a person of integrity would do.


So he immediately cut off the communication, and withdrew the robot, as a man still adhering to gentlemanly etiquette, he ought to personally apologize to the couple.


But now obviously isn't the right time, and he's certain that Lu Xiang would not welcome his arrival.


More importantly, visiting now would greatly increase the chances of encountering more scenes not meant for his eyes, which would be detrimental to his future solo investigation work.


Supported by a bionic receptionist, Angle shakily settled back onto the sofa, his visage seeming to age by decades in an instant, a surge of guilt overwhelming him. The room looked just like one where a couple reunited after a long separation, and yet he had sent out the Bureau's micro-robots, treating the two as suspected criminals.


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