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09 On the phone screen, the bright red alert looked like it was dripping blood. "Warning! Your device is being accessed remotely! High-risk operations detected!" Then, a Progress Bar popped up with the title "Data migration in progress..." Damn! Seriously?! The Progress Bar rushed forward quickly, followed by a string of file names that I couldn't understand at all, swiping past like a waterfall. My photos, chat records, memos, various accounts and passwords... My entire digital life is being packed up and taken away! "Quick! Call the police! Contact the Network Security Office!" I shouted at Du Ran and Chen Yu. Chen Yu frantically took out her phone to make a call. "Can't get through! No signal!" She was so anxious that she was about to cry. Du Ran also picked up his phone and tried. "WeChat and QQ can't be sent out! Network connection error!" Damn! The communication was cut off!
"We're trapped in this digital cage!"
Wait!
Suddenly, I remembered that I had an old backup phone gathering dust under my bed! It didn't have a SIM card, but it should be able to connect to WiFi to send an alert!
I scrambled down from the bed and dug out that ancient Nokia smartphone from under the box.
I powered it on and tried to connect to the dormitory WiFi...
Failed!
The signal bars were empty!
It wasn't just my phone; the entire dorm's WiFi signal was gone!
The network has been physically isolated?!
"Let's go! Out! We need to borrow a phone from the next dorm!"
The three of us rushed toward the door like headless flies.
I reached the door and pressed the button for the Electronic Door Lock.
"Beep—beep!"
The lock emitted a piercing warning sound, and the red light flashed wildly.
It wouldn't open!
I tried again, but it still didn't work!
"Damn it!" I kicked the door, but that sturdy fire door didn't budge at all.
We were completely locked inside!
Just as we were sinking into despair—
All the screens in the dormitory—our phones, laptops, even Du Ran's external monitor—lit up simultaneously.
The screens displayed the same image—Lin Bing's video call.
In the video, her expression was blank, her eyes hollow like a doll.
She looked at us, or rather, at the camera, and in a tone that was flat and almost AI-generated, she slowly began to speak:
"Hello, Zhao Wei."
"I really like your memory data..."
"Let's play a game."
"It's called... Memory Exchange."
Chen Yu screamed and collapsed to the ground, trembling like a leaf in the wind.
Fear coiled around each of us like icy vines.
The figure of Lin Bing on the screen, or rather the entity controlling Lin Bing's image, began to showcase its "spoils."
My WeChat profile picture had been replaced with a completely unfamiliar landscape photo.
In my Moments, some recent posts started to appear with comments written in my tone, but ones I had never authored.
"This photo is edited well, but the person is a bit ugly."
"Hahaha, silly."
Then, my phone's photo gallery automatically opened, displaying one selfie after another, along with group photos with friends and pictures of my family...
The voice of Lin Bing (or rather that entity) echoed again, still in that flat, emotionless tone:
"Data sample sufficient, beginning voiceprint replacement."
In the next moment, my phone automatically dialed my mother's number!
I was terrified and tried to snatch the phone to hang up.
But a warning popped up on the screen: "Device has been locked. Please do not operate."
The call connected.
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