The tower burned fiercely, the island swayed in the storm like an oil painting ablaze, depicting a passenger-laden cruise ship heading into the fire.
The resentful were hysterical, the silent grew more silent, individuals in ceremonial garments danced in the phantoms of the past, their movements gentle, unwearied. The girl bearing burdens remained silent, a fleeting flash of electricity lit up her face, cold and compassionate.
"Consciousness upload progress: 99%. Scanning the carrier's data, preparation for reboot..." His broken body emitted a cold electronic voice.
The young man slumped against the tower, slowly lifting his head, his murky gaze cleared in that moment.
"I didn't expect, even having you kill me would be a luxury, President."
"President... I'm sorry."
Xu Xiaoyou's eyes fluttered, her fingertip on the trigger lowered, then slowly tightened again.
