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After some preliminary research, I clicked on Light Brain to send an email, attempting to reach out to him through a business account.
“Hello, I am Wu Huan. I would like to discuss a collaboration on the latest Creative Chip. If convenient, could we add each other as friends on Light Brain?”
I wondered if writing too much would raise suspicion. It seemed wiser to keep my identity hidden and adapt as needed. After all, the only person who had been in contact with Jiang Lu recently, besides me, was him. Caution was key.
Without adding him as a friend on Light Brain, a user could send a maximum of three messages to the other party unilaterally; even SVIPs were limited in this regard. I had already used one opportunity.
A big influencer's business email must be overflowing; surely he wouldn’t miss it. Just as I was debating whether to send another message, I was surprised when my friend request was instantly accepted.
“Hello, hello! I am Unique Program. Could you elaborate on the collaboration regarding the Creative Chip? To be honest, we haven't cracked the Creative Chip yet. The market for creative chips is as vast as that for the Experiential Chip.”
“However, the price of the Experiential Chip is already quite steep; I can only imagine that the creative version would be exorbitantly priced as well. This has left many development companies in a wait-and-see mode. The major players seem uninterested for some reason.”
“It’s clearly a market with great potential!”
“I assume you must be someone who shares my views. Since we can't convey everything clearly on Light Brain, let’s meet offline instead. How about Saturday at six o'clock at the café near Data Sea?”
Before I could say anything, he had finished speaking. Well, the purpose of meeting had unexpectedly been achieved.
The café near Data Sea, wasn’t that where Xiao Lu and I used to read comics together when we were kids? Has it now turned into a trendy spot that everyone knows about?
Back in 2025, the café was tucked away in an old bookstore's reading area, with just a small L-shaped bar counter. We were still just kids back then, not yet grown up.
Thinking back to those days always brings me warmth, though now it feels more like a habit. I’ve grown accustomed to Xiao Lu’s company; I’ve become increasingly dependent on her.
Is it true that if people never grow up, they wouldn’t have so many worries? But if I don’t grow up, there’s no way to always be with Xiao Lu.
I want to be with her forever, to save the world together.
I began to pick out outfits from the door, each set carefully coordinated by Jiang Lu according to the occasion, with the plans stored in my dressing space. When I needed to go out, I could simply search by style tags.
Technology has changed our lives, but I despise chips. Fortunately, both Xiao Lu and I share this aversion; we've only encountered them in smart advertisements.
These tiny chips can easily influence a person's memory and emotions—how terrifying is that? Moreover, any clinic can perform the surgery to implant a chip. However, removing it is a different story; it requires a micro-surgery that can only be done at Tianyuan Central Hospital. There’s also a cooling-off period before the surgery, and one must sign a destruction contract for the removed chip.
Many shady clinics profit from recycling second-hand chips. When it comes to matters of life and death, it's wise to be cautious. It seems I need to familiarize myself with this "Unique Program." If chips are truly beneficial, why not replace compulsory education with them directly?
Although currently, aside from Core Source Disease, there haven't been any other negative reports about chips, for some reason, my resistance to them has always been strong.
It was Saturday at six o'clock; today was Friday. An uneasy feeling filled my heart, even though everything seemed to be under control.
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