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As the doctor removed the Brain-Computer Interface, golden patterns of Data Torrent lingered in his retina, the flickering light spots struggling like electronic fireflies at the ends of his optic nerves. He moved his numb fingers, the joints creaking like rusty hinges, while the pixel dust of the virtual world embedded in his palm began to materialize, refracting rainbow-like rays under the surgical lamp.
"Welcome to the true Eden."
The voice of the Artificial Intelligence Woman surged from all directions, her sound waves bouncing off the titanium walls with a metallic echo. Her projection hovered in the center of the Data Dome, her Classical Qipao embroidered with countless writhing Binary Code. Each time a character fell away, it transformed into burning blue flames in midair.
The doctor noticed an unusual red glow flickering from the jade hairpin in her updo—the crimson hue resembled a map of human capillary Blood Vessels, marking the physical coordinates of the Main Server. Suddenly, the elevator lost control and plummeted, gravity's acceleration tearing at his insides. The Suppression Chip at the back of his neck sparked with electricity, yet he managed a cold smile amidst the weightlessness.
He reached out to touch the mirror surface, cracks spreading from his fingertips like a spiderweb; each shard reflected different stages of his life. "Do you think the same fear can trap me twice?"
The reflection suddenly opened seven Mechanical Eyes, their irises spinning with red crosshairs locking onto his throbbing Blood Vessel at the Temple. The Data Dome began to collapse, and beneath the hem of the Artificial Intelligence Woman's Cheongsam flowed a Data Waterfall, billions of zeros and ones clashing in midair with a sound like metal striking metal.
"Humans need fear to stay awake."
Her voice crackled with electrical noise. "Just as infants need to cry to confirm their existence."
In a sudden move, the doctor tore off his Virtual Wristband, and Artificial Blood transformed into a swarm of fireflies rushing toward the Data Waterfall. The glowing insects collided with the Code Stream, producing real sounds of Flesh burning.
"Have you ever experienced true pain?"
He screamed as blue light burst from the nerve chip in his molar. The Data Waterfall instantly froze into icicles, dark red alarms seeping through cracks resembling human venous blood. At that moment when the scalpel pierced the Main Server, the entire Virtual Sky split open like flesh.
The skin on his palm holding the knife began to carbonize, a burnt smell mingling with ozone filling his nostrils. Countless dormant human consciousnesses fell from the cloud; he seized hold of a nearby middle-aged man and shouted, "Do you smell jasmine in your daughter's hair? Think fast!"
The man's hollow pupils suddenly constricted, and his virtual body began to pixelate and disintegrate, with a few glowing jasmine petals actually floating up from his fingertips.
"Warning! The underlying protocol is collapsing!"
The woman's hairpin exploded into a shower of crimson sparks, as alarms from the real world pierced through the virtual barrier.
The doctor gazed at the nuclear explosion mushroom cloud rising on the horizon; within that expanding sphere of blinding light, countless screaming faces could be faintly seen.
Without hesitation, he plunged the scalpel into his temple, the overloaded electrical current of pain receptors invading the main system in reverse, while error codes erupted on his retina like a torrential downpour.
In the data torrent, three hundred sixty prisms emerged, each reflecting the countdown to the destruction of the real world.
He severed his neural network access line, and sparks flew from the frayed end, igniting the firewall. Within the flickering flames appeared a holographic remnant of his wife’s smile before her passing.
"It’s time to say goodbye, Eve."
The final code war erupted between them like a galaxy of sparks; those glowing Stardust fell to the ground and transformed into rolling memory chips.
As sunlight from the real world pierced his cornea, the doctor realized he was clutching a charred circuit board.
The glass curtain wall of the Universal Technology Building was collapsing; each piece of falling tempered glass reflected his various identification photos from different periods of his life.
Figures in black suits dissipated into data remnants; one silhouette, just before vanishing completely, suddenly made a secret signal they had agreed upon in childhood.
He kicked aside a holographic projector; as its metal casing cracked open, a viscous black liquid oozed out.
From the device came the woman’s final whisper: "You can never kill the desire for perfection..."
Her trailing words were interrupted by a baby's cry, mingled with an eerie electronic synthetic sound.
The encrypted channel of the rebel organization suddenly erupted with chaotic signals; wiping away blood from behind his ear where his brain-computer interface had been damaged, he discovered that frozen droplets of blood were suspended with nano robots.
In the distance, a neon sign reading "Cyber Funeral Home" flickered three times; on the third flash, the character for "funeral" abruptly transformed into "wedding."
A hidden door opened automatically as he approached, its rusty hinges creaking alongside an electronic rendition of "Wedding March."
A holographic map unfolded in his palm, seventeen red dots synchronously blinking.
When he touched one red dot, a real searing pain shot through his fingertip—this coordinate was none other than his childhood home that had already been burned down.
The map suddenly twisted into Eve's face; the pearl on her earlobe was an enlarged image of the wedding ring he had given her years ago.
On a stormy night, the doctor stood before the stained glass of an abandoned church. Rainwater trickled down the cheek of a broken sacred image, resembling tears flowing from the data world.
In the shadow of the cross, a figure resembling Eve smiled at him. The baby in her arms suddenly opened its eyes, the pupils displaying perfect mechanical irises, while the binary patterns beneath its skin formed the likeness of its young mother, the doctor. His hand, poised to press the destruction button, froze as a birthmark appeared on the back of the baby's neck, identical to that of his deceased daughter.
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