Money, status, fame, emotions, she had almost gained everything she coveted.
But...
Is this right?
Song Zhaomei stood in front of the bathroom mirror, quietly gazing at her reflection.
It was a robot, transformed beyond recognition, its body hollowed out completely by machinery. Even its face was left with only bionic alloy and carbon fiber muscles, the pale red prosthetic eyes rotating in empty metal sockets, cables extending from the back of its head into the shadows, resembling a marionette controlled by someone.
Yet on this side of the mirror, her body barely showed signs of modification, the warm blood flowing through her veins, her heartbeat so powerful.
If she chose to stay here forever, she would not have to consider those corporate conflicts or engage in battles of interest, but simply enjoy an almost perfect life.
But....
Is this right?
The cyborg in the mirror disappeared.
