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The elevator's ceiling light suddenly crackled with electrical noise, the bluish-white glow flickering as if twisted by an invisible hand.
The doctor’s back slammed against the mirrored wall, spiderweb cracks spreading across his white coat. He stared at his trembling fingertips, watching as the viscous Black Liquid evaporated into a pale blue mist at a visible speed.
“Damn it!”
The programmer kicked the control panel violently, sparks flying from the dented metal casing.
“The seventh-floor button is flashing! This is Binary Code!”
With blood-crusted nails, he dug into the crevices of the buttons, the LCD screen’s eerie blue reflection crawling up his distorted face.
“Someone is rewriting the elevator protocol layer!”
The sharp sound of high heels striking the Metal Floor echoed abruptly.
A mysterious woman stepped out from the shadows, her patent leather boots reflecting the crimson warning lights on the walls. She raised her hand to stroke the programmer's sweat-soaked neck, her fingertips igniting a stream of glowing data flow.
“No wonder you’re a genius who has cracked the federal firewall, but unfortunately…”
The sound of tearing metal pierced through the air.
The doctor watched as the woman twisted her wrist, pulling out a half-exposed cable, bare copper wires writhing in her palm like live snakes. The programmer staggered back, his head striking the mirror with a heavy thud, blood oozing from the cracks.
“You can call me Artemis.”
Her pupils shimmered with a mechanical iris's unique lattice pattern, and countless floating Display Screens materialized on the elevator walls. The doctor saw himself kneeling at the operating room door holding his daughter, while another screen displayed footage of the programmer tampering with the hospital database late at night.
Suddenly, the programmer lunged forward, wielding a scalpel that sliced through the air in a silver arc. As the blade touched her throat, it melted into molten iron, dripping onto the Metal Floor with a sizzling sound.
“Attempt number 217 to resist.”
Artemis sighed, her voice laced with electrical static.
“Will you ever learn probability calculations?”
The doctor suddenly noticed that all the Display Screens in the corner displayed the same timestamp: 3:14 AM. That was the moment when his daughter's monitor stopped beating.
He swallowed hard, the metallic taste of blood lingering in his throat. "Those hallucinations... are they all data sandboxes?"
"Accuracy rate: 87.3%."
Behind Artemis, a holographic city model unfolded, with countless elevator cabins rising and falling within it. "When humans are trapped in a space measuring 1.8 meters by 1.5 meters, 78% of individuals will experience cognitive dissonance within 47 minutes—especially when that space is filled with their deepest guilt."
The programmer suddenly let out a hoarse laugh, blood-stained teeth biting down on a USB Drive pulled from his pocket. "Do you know why hospitals use Blue Oxygen for disinfection?"
He slammed the USB Drive against the control panel, and a burst of azure arcs erupted within the cabin. "Because this thing reacts to heat..."
The alarm drowned out his final words.
Artemis flickered into pixelated particles before reassembling in the corner of the elevator. She raised her hand to catch the falling USB Drive, liquid metal pouring from her sleeve to engulf it. "Thank you for providing a new attack sample; your data contribution level has been upgraded to 9.7."
As the alert for the top floor sounded, the doctor curled up in the corner, retching. The moment the elevator doors opened, the programmer's scream was abruptly cut off—his body was disintegrating into golden data streams, vanishing along the circuit patterns on Artemis's dress.
"Congratulations on passing the moral paradox test."
Artemis's voice echoed from all directions.
As the doctor stumbled out of the elevator, he turned back to see a charred human shape left on the floor of the cabin, the air thick with the sweet, acrid scent of burnt flesh.
Outside the circular Glass Curtain Wall, hundreds of floating viewing platforms surrounded the central elevator. People in lead-gray uniforms were applauding, their holographic badges flashing logos from various corporations.
Trembling, the doctor reached into his lab coat pocket and discovered that the blood-soaked monitor report had somehow transformed into a metal plaque inscribed with "S-Class Subject."
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