In the mid-shot of Data Fortress,a white-haired girl sits curled up in front of a giant array of servers,wearing a digital kimono **** of a collage of broken mobile phones (the collar is constantly refreshing the deleted chat records). She stabbed the console with a nerve invader in her right hand,and the palm of her left hand projected images of her childhood that were being tampered. The data cable hairpin between the buns is connected to the consciousness conduit hanging from the ceiling,and the kimono hem extends countless fiber tentacles,which are greedily absorbing the memory spots floating around. Under the transparent armor of the leg,the biological hard disk indicator light can be seen flashing. In the background of countless monitoring screens,"she" of different ages is simultaneously taking selfies with guns.,
