The doorbell rang for a long time without a response.
Baozi's medical mechanical arm turned, and a door opener popped out.
As a Prosthetic Doctor, it's quite normal for me to know how to pick locks, right?
The door opened, and a mixture of alcohol and sweat stench hit my face.
Liquor bottles, dirty clothes were everywhere, there was even excrement.
Baozi walked cautiously through the living room, and saw a photo on the table.
It was a photo of a family of three.
Baozi reached out, but grasped at empty air.
"Memory projection, no wonder."
Baozi shook his head and pushed open the bedroom door, revealing a corpse hanging from the ceiling.
"Fuck!!"
"Huh??"
Baozi cursed first, then suddenly realized the person wasn't completely dead, or rather, was 'resurrecting'.
"Employee number 19204710, since your body is corporate property, arbitrary damage causes unnecessary loss for the company."
"The cost of downloading your memory will be deducted from your salary."
