[SYSTEM REBOOT: 99.8% COMPLETE]
[DELETION LOG: 7.4 BILLION RECORDS ERASED]
They said memories are what make us human.
But when the world turned them into data, humanity became nothing more than files waiting to be deleted.
Somewhere in the Neon District, alarms wailed as the central server burned.
Hackers screamed through headsets.
Programs crashed.
And in the middle of it all…
Kairo Vale was asleep.
The entire city's memory grid was collapsing, and this guy had the nerve to snore through it.
"Yo, Kairo! The Deletors are here! They're wiping everything!"
A teammate's voice crackled through his earpiece.
Kairo groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Five more minutes. Tell the Deletors to come back after breakfast."
"Breakfast!? They're erasing us from existence!"
Kairo sighed, sat up, and looked at the floating holographic screen beside his bed.
[THREAT LEVEL: OMEGA]
"…Fine," he muttered, scratching his hair. "Guess I'll stretch a bit before saving the world again."
And with one tap on his wrist console —
[ACCESSING ARCHIVE MODE…]
The entire system froze.
Every Deletor stopped moving.
The world itself glitched.
Kairo smirked.
"Oops… looks like I remembered something I wasn't supposed to."