"Please, go ahead."
Laughing God turned sideways, gesturing for Out of Control to walk into the rocket cargo bay with him, "Ready to hit the road?"
Out of Control seemed resigned to fate, raising his hands and slowly walking toward the cargo bay, "Aren't you afraid of dying?"
"It's not that I'm not afraid, rather I fear gradually and in line with long-term planning."
Laughing God said casually, "Just like Midnight Dad, this rocket cargo bay can also be set to orbit in low Earth orbit. If the mission is successfully completed, it will bring us back,
and let the noisy kid upload our consciousness to the hard drive.
I've long wanted to abandon this flesh and enter the cyber space.
By then, old cybers will wake up to a routine, the left brain clearing games for energy, the right brain browsing social media,
testing hand tremors with shake ads at noon for exercise,
watching Instagram and only fans in the evening,
and falling asleep listening to tomato novels.
